Dedicated to conelyswifey because she is what inspired me to write more than one chapter today. Well, that and the fact that I am her Official Stalker.
Aria was dragged out of the inky darkness by a searing pain on her neck. The burning pain was accompanied by a clanging in her head, and her back felt like it had been raked across a bed of nails. But the thing that shocked her into opening her eyes was that there was someone kneeling on her chest. Her eyes flew open in search of the person kneeling on her chest that seemed to have a burning grip on her throat. She can feel fingerprints burning into the sides of her neck as she searches frantically with her eyes but all that she can see is an empty alley.
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Radon Had been following the guy for months, wearing him down and depriving him of sleep, and energy. He had finally been captured and was being sent to a prison not even a month ago. Then out of the blue he manages to make a brilliant escape. Ever since the snake of a man had escaped Radon had been behind the eight ball. He had followed the perp half way across the United States, All the way from sunny California to cold, snow covered Illinois. Brookfield Illinois, to be precise. Needless to say Radon was not happy, not happy at all! Radon did not like the cold, and he hated the snow with a passion.
To make matters worse the guy had a book of names when they had picked him up. All of the names in that book, except the last one, had been brutally murdered within the last two years. The last name on that list was a woman by the name of Aria Stone. She had not been at the address given in the perp's book of names so Radon had assumed that she would be safe.being the nice guy he was he had tracked her down and made sure that she was still alive and at least fairly well. It would seem that the perp was also well aware of the whereabouts of the woman, and that she was still alive and still good for the price on her head.
Why do I get sent after the crazy, murdering ones? Radon though with a sigh. The least they could do is give me a cake one every once in a while. I'm starting to feel like James Bond here only a lot less sophisticated and I get a lot fewer cool toys. Not to mention that I have to pay for my own cool toys, and the training to use them. For pete's sake the least they could do is pay for the training. Radon stewed as he traipsed throught the icy wind and the drifting snow toward the address where this Aria Stone was supposed to be living.
Radon arrived at the mouth of the alley in time to see a woman flat on her back begin to struggle againt nothing. Writhing on the ground as if trying to unseat an attacker, all the while clawing at her neck with her hands. She even brought one of her legs up to kick the assailant off of her, aiming for where the back or head would be. It seemed to work because a figure blinked into view and then dissipated again in the blink of an eye. The woman let out a triumphant gurgle then fell limp as her head was smashed into the concrete ground.
The sight of blood working it's way out from under the woman's hair jolted Radon into action. His feet carried him forward at a fast clip toward the attacker, while his right hand found the knife he carried on his left hip. Drawing the large, custom, Bowie knife, he lunged for the hidden person. He was brought to a sudden stop as the woman was picked up by her neck and thrown at him, making him drop the knife in an attempt to not cause her further injury. He left a yard of rubber on the concrete from the momentum of the woman he had caught. Quickly turning Radon deposited his cargo on the lid to the dumpster and turned back to find his knife in the hands of the invisible man.