The Killing Games

Don't talk to strangers.

It was dark, and cold, and all I had was the vast open road ahead of me. My headlights provided a dim tunnel of light, hardly enough to see anything. Trees sprouted on both sides of the road.

Two hours left of driving before I would get home, where my parents eagerly awaited my arrival. I was ready to get home, to sleep or watch cartoons until my eyes started bleeding.

Sighing I clicked the button illuminated on the dash of my 2008 Honda ridge line. The radio spurred into life and I began chanting along with the words toxic by Britney Spears.

It's been a while since I've had any time alone and I was actually been looking forward to this drive. Call me strange but I enjoy long car rides where I can just let my imagination run wild.

White flakes began floating down from the sky in thick batches, snow, already? I was in no way ready for an early winter! But I guess in the wonderful country of Canada we get snow year around, how else would we build our igloos!

Chuckling softly to myself I hardly noticed the small blue car stuck in the ditch. With the snow now coming down in aggressive clumps my vision was slightly impaired.

I sped right past that car, I continued driving ignoring the crash. But as my mind wandered I started feeling guilty. What if they need help? What if they are unconscious? Did I just send someone to an early demise?

My palms grow sweaty, I can't just leave them! I scan ahead and spot a side road, flicking my signal light I pull in, then back out. Heading back to the car.

It takes about a minute to get there, the back lights blazing through the snowfall, almost like a beacon.

Pulling my truck into a stop on the opposite side of the road I shift into park. Grabbing my cell phone I prepare to dial 911. If the driver is really hurt that's about all I can do.

I swing my door open, the night wind howling in my ears. My teeth chattering together as the cold seeps into my bones. Hesitant I call out into the night.

"Hello, are you ok?"

I wait a few seconds and try again;

"Is anyone hurt?"

A mans voice stutters back;

"H-help me!"

There is such pain in those words that it causes me to leap into action. I scurry across the pavement and to the car.

"I'm coming!"

I get to the car, noticing the drivers door is closed I grip the handle and pull it open. Expecting to see a man covered in blood or holding a broken arm, I was shocked to find the car empty.

What the hell?

Every hair on the back of my neck stands on end, all my instincts tell me to run. I spin making to bolt back to my vehicle. Instead I'm greeted by a large man, blocking my way. Instantly I know he means harm, his whole body screaming hostility.

Staggering backward I hit his car, the metal squishing my puffy jacket. He steps forward, closing in on me. My heart pounding so hard I fear it's going to leap out of my chest. I can't see his face, it's to dark. He takes another step. I'm like a mouse, and he's the cat, no he's a mountain lion.

I have to stay calm, Cassie, stay calm.

The door is open, just as he is about to take another step I allow myself to practically fall into the car. I was about to slam the door in his face, but he must have read my plan because his hand, strong hand grips the side of the door and forces it open.

Panic wrapped itself around my mind and I kick out with my feet. They meet home and he is pushed back a few feet. Slamming the door I go for the key. It's gone.

No, no, no!

He's coming back up, I glance out the window, it's obvious he is mad. I move to lock the door, but he's faster. Ripping open the door, I scream, my voice carrying through the night.

His fingers wrap around my wrist and he pulls me out of the car. I twist and thrash in his arms but it's no use. Somehow he managed to get his thick muscular arm around my middle.

Tears bead from my eyes, screaming again his hand covers my mouth, not his hand. A rag. I pull in a forced breath. I lift my feet from the ground, trying to get him to drop me, he weightlessly holds me in the air.

My head is getting light, my fists stop smashing into his arms. I feel myself floating away. Struggling to keep awake I sob.

Darkness floats in the corner of my vision, I've never been so afraid.

As I fade away I here the mans voice echoing in my ears;

"Sleep now, you'll need it."

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Hope you enjoy my first chapter!