In the Blood

Chapter 3

Ch. 3

He was walking through the junkyard, to an old car. It was a '67 green Mustang with black stripes running down the middle. He had used this car for storing things ever since he was a kid and ran away from home to get away from his parents. He was probably the way he was today because of what his parents put him through but he loved what he was.

He always believed that he didn't care. And truthfully he didn't. He did what made him happy and what he was good at. He was almost to "his" car. He had a rusty blade in the car and was going to use that for the girl he just saw. He would really be able to enjoy her with that. He wanted her to scream. He reached his car and popped open the trunk. He reached under the bedding and grabbed at a box and key. He opened the box and found what he was looking for. It was a small three inch blade. Now to find the girl. He turned around and walked out of the junkyard.

Jennifer was walking to her friend's house to a party her parents had told her not to go to. She had begged and cried for them to let her go. They said no because it was too dangerous. That there was a deranged killer on the loose now. She decided to go anyways. She knew her boyfriend was there and she wanted him too badly. She was going to give him a night he would never forget.

She was walking as fast as she could away from her house. She didn't want to take the chance of her parents seeing her. Even though they were probably asleep. She did make a lot of noise climbing out her window though so it is possible she could have woken them up.

She was feeling so weird right now. She felt excited, nervous, scared, and happy all at once. She kept looking around as if expecting someone to pull up beside her. She was scared because this was her first time sneaking out, nervous and excited because her boyfriend wanted to go all the way with her, and happy because well, she didn't know why. All she knew is that she might lose her virginity tonight and didn't know how that would make her feel. She was about 20 minutes away from her friend's house where the party was supposed to be.

She was starting to hear footsteps behind her. She turned around looking for someone but she didn't see anyone. "I must be hearing things," she said out loud to herself. She turned back around but as soon as she started walking she heard them again. She quickly turned expecting to catch the person off guard but still didn't see anyone. "Who's back there?" she asked. She listened for the faintest of sounds but no one answered.

She started walking back hoping to find the person's hiding place. The only things big enough to hide a person was the tree and maybe the postbox. She checked behind both but still nothing. She was really starting to get scared now. She was going to turn back around and she bumped into a guy in a black hooded sweater. He was about six foot five. She couldn't see his face though. It was shaded by the hood.

"Ah, you fucking bitch," he said, his voice was harsh. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize how pretty you were. Are you heading somewhere? I would be happy to give you a ride."

"I'm not going anywhere," Jennifer answered while backing away.

"Oh, yeah the whole don't trust strangers thing. Well I'll just let you get on your way. Bye Jennifer," He said knowing that would get to her.

"How do you know my name?" she asked him.

"I'm a friend of a friend," He lied. "Someone was worried about you so they asked me to come look for you. But since you don't believe me I will just tell them you're on your way. See you at the party," he turned and started walking away.

"Wait," she called after him. "Fine I'll let you give me a ride." She knew this was a bad idea but if it got her to the party faster she didn't think about it.

"Perfect," he said.

"What?" She asked him.

"Oh, nothing. Just follow me my car is this way," he said. He turned and started walking down a back road. there weren't any street lights and it was really dark out. Jennifer had a hard time following him.

"Hey. Where are you?" she asked. She had finally lost sight of him. She strained her eyes to try and find him but she couldn't see shit anywhere. She couldn't even see five feet in front of her. She held her arms out in front of her so she didn't run into anything. She heard something off to her right. "Is that you?" she asked. No one answered. She was really scared now.

Jennifer turned around hoping to find a way off of this street. She still couldn't see anything and she put down her arms for just a moment. She ran into or was hit by something hard. She blacked out.

He hit her in the head with a metal pipe he had taken out of the junkyard. He finally had her. She was his to do whatever he wanted to with. Oh, he was going to have fun, but first he had to get her back to his little house without anyone noticing. He thought it would be easy since it was dark, but he also hadn't eaten anything since he broke out. He didn't know if he had the strength to carry her all the way. He was trying to find a way to get her back when, to his surprise a truck started to turn down the road and towards him. He knew what he was going to do. He pulled Jennifer to the middle of the street and waited for the truck driver to see her. He didn't have to wait very long. The driver, a big, balding man, stepped out and tried to wake her. He shook her tried to talk to her, tried anything to make her wake up. He finally decided it was useless, so he picked her up and carried her to his truck. When he got there he put her in the passenger's side and took a cell phone out of his pocket. He started to dial when his throat was slit with the rusty knife. He dropped to the ground, dead before he even knew what happened.

He finally had a car. He picked up the owners body with what little strength he had left and searched him. He found a wallet with 50 bucks in it as well as a nice watch he could sell later. He put the body into the back of the truck and pulled an old tarp over it. He would dispose of it later.

He got into the truck and started the engine. It took a while because the truck was so old but he eventually got it running and drove away. He went to get something to eat before taking the girl to his hiding place. He needed the energy. It took him about five minutes to get the food and another 20 to get back to his place.

He took the girl out of the truck and took her inside where he laid her on his bed. He stood there watching her sleep. He was going to wait until she woke up to do anything to her. He wanted this time to be special. He tied her hands and feet together and lay next to her, waiting for her to wake up.