A Practiced Death (Co-write XxLet_Me_ThinkxX)

The night air feels cool against my skin as I scurry back to my off campus apartment. There Emma is waiting for me and most likely ready to strangle me to death, literally. I, like usual, am running late. You see Emma is more of the relaxed, free-spirited type and believes that spending time partying is essential. She’s hosting some sort of get together with our friends and I’m supposed to be there helping by now, but class had run a bit late and then I’ve had some questions so I stayed after.

Just imagining her fury makes me quicken my already fast pace. Besides not wanting her anger to escalate with every second I’m not there, jogging also keeps me warm. Upstate New York is a cold, brutal place even in the early fall. Wrapping my jacket tighter against myself I break into a full out run wanting to just get home.

　　I’m still running when I notice a shiny black jeep turn the corner. It heads in my direction. I move futher away from the road telling myself I'm just paranoid and watch too many scary movies for my own good. As it slows down I try to stop my shaking hands and tell myself there is a perfectly good reason for it to be slowing down, which I realize is a lie when a guy in a mask jumps out and starts running after me.

　　I push myself harder, my arms pumping at my sides. My breath is ragged and I can see it in front of me. I turn the corner. Only two blocks and I’m home I tell myself. But then decide it’s not a good idea because whoever is after me would know where I live and harm my friends too. I turn a sharp right as I head away from my home.

　　I hear the pounding of his steps against the cement behind me. I push myself even harder. A dull ache starts settling in my thighs and I can feel my hair matting against my neck. I growl in frustration as I begin to realize I have no idea where I’m going and it's getting harder to breathe. The police station is on the other side of town. This side of town only consists of endless rows of shabby houses and alleyways.

Great if I don’t get killed by whoever is after me I’ll most likely get mugged.

　　I roll my eyes at my own stupidity as I run into an alleyway. My only hope now is for him to have not seen my run in here, but it’s not much to hang on to considering he was fairly close behind me. And yes it was a he. Someone with that kind of build could not be a woman.

　　I slow my pace down as I maneuver through the trash littered on the ground. My breath is still coming out in short not to mention loud bursts so I try to hold it in, but I can’t. My chest heaves painfully from the effort until I let out a loud gasp. Somewhere nearby a street cat jumps up knocking over some cans.

"Stupid cat." I hiss as it scampers away.

　　I’m about to throw something at it when I hear footsteps enter the alley I’m in. I turn to quietly walk away when I notice it’s a dead end. Fear fills me as I realize I have very little chance of getting out of this situation unharmed. He must have noticed it was a dead end too because I could hear a soft chuckle come from him.

"Come out, come out wherever you are." He calls in a fake friendly voice.

　　Just the tone sends an uncomfortable shiver down my spine. I freeze behind a trash can hoping, no imploring that he just turns around and looks somewhere else. But as his footsteps get louder and closer the pure raw fear enters and attacks my body. I start to tremble against my will.

"Oh doll I won’t hurt you." He pauses and laughs darkly, "too much."

　　He passes me turning his head from side to side. I know when it comes down to a flight or fight situation I’m more of a runner so I jump out from the trash can and make a dash for it. I start full out sprinting again. I’m almost out when I hear him lunge at me. I try to jump up, but it’s too late he grabs my ankle forcefully bringing me down on the pavement.

　　I feel the skin on my hands and knees scrape away as they break my fall. I yelp from the pain. Much to my horror he drags me closer to him scraping more of my skin. I extend my hand to grip onto something, anything to pull me away from him but there is nothing.

　　Before I know it I’m being turned around and straddled. Out of angst and options I bring my hand and strike him against his jaw in a desperate attempt to get him off of me. His head snaps to the side violently but it’s not hard enough to knock him off. I gulp as he turns back to me and lets out a low menacing growl.

"You shouldn’t have done that, doll."

"Please ju-just let me go." I say trying to sound stern, but failing miserably. Instead my voice quivers and my plea sounds desperate.

　　He just lets out another haunting laugh.

"Let you go? Let YOU GO?" his voice rises with every word and I whimper against my will.

"Yes." I let out.

　　He strikes my face and immediately my cheek fills with a sharp, striking pain; the heat crawls into it too.

"I’ll make this easy for you." He whispers his repulsing breath fills my nostrils making me gag.

　　He pulls out some sort of cloth and a million thoughts run through my head. Is it a knife, a gun, some sort of drug? He pushes it up against my nose and my mind starts swirling. My thoughts become distant and far away. I feel his pressure ripped off my body as the darkness sweeps over my being.

　　That moment I don't think about how I’m lying in the middle of an alley, or how I’m probably going to be murdered, or even how his body　was ripped　away from me. At that moment absolutely nothing goes through my mind. Slowly I slip out of consciousness. After all if I’m going to die what’s the point in fighting?

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Alright so this story was first put on XxLet_Me_ThinkxX profile but now it will continue on minne...will finish uploading the chapters already written soon:D hope you likke it:D