FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Epilogue

Duke gasped for breath as he leaned against the stone tunnel wall that cut through the mountain, it had been two days since he fled from the cops at that hospital, something of which that he had to bribe an idiot nurse for with the rest of the cash that he had on him. All six hundred dollars.

Now he was broke and injured, not once but twice.

By that little bitch and the damned student councillor/teacher. But what shocked and confused him the second-time round, was that the woman somehow had a similar move set as to the way Charla took him down. It was by no means the way he imagined being taken down by a woman in heels. The woman humiliated him, but it brought up a question, who taught Charla and that woman those moves? Was it the same person? It had to be, but if that was the case then who? Questions for later, as of now he needed to get out of this damn town and back into the city, he had contacts there that he could rely on for this, ones that could deal with the little bitch if need be. He knew that she had gotten into some kind of trouble, but the details were so vague it was impossible to tell fact from fiction.

Except for one thing.

The recent murders and how those murders seemed to connect with the ones that happened here in the past month. And how Charla took him down with such ease, it looked slightly familiar to the injuries of the men who died, at least from what he could tell via the autopsy he snuck a peek at not long after the deaths happened. And the way she looked at him with such rage when he grabbed the little girl.

There was more to her, to her past that he needed to dig up. Would dig up, then use as leverage on the once great Liebert family. Nothing like a good scandal to ruin someone's life.

Duke smiled, gripping his throbbing arm as a slight laugh came out. Oh, that little bitch would pay for what she did to him, he'd make sure of it.

The sound of a car driving through the tunnel caused him to freeze, instinctually turned his face towards the wall so as not to be seen, it wasn't a police car, thank god. He looked back towards the entrance of the tunnel that he had taken, making sure no one else was coming by, this tunnel was one of two which led in and out of the Sharlton, one through the mountain and the other along the edge of the water.

This one had no surveillance, unlike the one near the cliff, so this was the best root to take without being spotted.

But he stilled when looking back, someone was there, standing at the other end. The orange glow of street lights shinned in giving the dark outline of the person. But Duke couldn't tell who it was, their face obscured by the darkness.

His eyes narrowed slightly but chose to continue, he didn't have time for some brat. It'd be bad if the kid alerted the authorities, but since he couldn't see who it was, most likely the kid couldn't tell who Duke was ether.

One saving grace at least.

Duke continued to walk, the sounds of his footsteps mixed with the heavy rain that fell echoed throughout the tunnel. Yet there was something wrong with this.

There was another set of footsteps.

Duke stopped in his tracks and looked back, the kid was still there, completely drenched from the rain, but his face was still hidden, not by the darkness but by the hoodie the person wore. Was this kid following him?

It could have very well been a coincidence, but still...

A slight feeling of unease came over him, as he turned back to keep going, he was halfway through the tunnel when he became annoyed, the damn kid was still following him. What the hell was wrong with this brat?