Power Within (slowly rewriting)

Chapter 3 - I followed her

Hi everyone, here is part 3. I hope you enjoy it and tell me what you think. Here goes...

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Chapter 3 

 Black hair? Why is that old woman wearing a wig? 

There's something fishy going on. Without thinking, I get off at the next stop, following the "old" lady. She walks excruciatingly slow for someone with such toned legs. Cars whiz by, and I am bumped and jostled by lots of people. Expecting her to turn on the next busy corner, she looks around to make sure no one is looking, and slips into an alleyway.

I follow close behind, and when I turn to the alleyway, hastily jump behind a dumpster. She's stopped hobbling, and now she's speedwalking. I follow behind, but not too close, and I stay conceled in the shadows or behind the dumpsters. As I'm hurrying to the next dumpster, my elbow knocks over a hand mirror perched on top of the large trash can.

Crap.

The mirror falls, only to make a muffled thump, thanks to a rotting mattress below it. My heart pounding hard, I peek over the top of a dumpster, only to see the lady turn to another corner.

I quietly shadow her, and after walking in an alley that seemed to stretch on forever, she stops walking completely. She quickly looks around. She would have seen me if I hadn't thought to hide in a doorway.

I'm surprisingly good at this.

She pulls at her hair, and slowly but surely, her wig comes off. Her hair is jet black, making her, despite her wrinkles, look like she's 40. She starts to feel her neck. As if she were.... she were looking for something.

The lady stops feeling around. I don't have very good view, because I'm facing her back, but I think I know what happened next.

She started pulling her skin off.

She pulls and pulls, and her skin looks like jelly, it seems to be made of silicone or something. It's a gruesome sight, and I feel like I'm about to throw up.  It stretches and then I realize she is wearing a mask.

Of course! I think. I realize I'm holding my breath. I slowly take in a breath and smell the most disgusting thing. It's coming from the dumpster on my right. I gasp, struggling for air. I try to scream but nothing comes out. My voice is stuck in my throat.

"Help!" I manage to choke out. The last thing I see is an angry face. A young woman with orange-purple hair an How odd. I swear I just saw her with black hair. 

And then I pass out.

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 My eyes flutter open to a bright, bright, light. A lamp towers over me. It takes my eyes a few seconds to focus. Where am I?

Then I remember what had happened with the strange "old" woman. I try to get up from the thing I'm lying on and realize it is a luxurious soft chair, the kind you sink into. With a groan I pull myself to my feet.. I look around the well decorated room and spot a clock. It is 4:30. My stomach heaves. I run to the room with the smallest door, assuming it is the bathroom. I'm right. I tilt the toilet seat up and hold my head forward, and puke. I heave and heave till there's nothing left. I groan and pull myself up, sweating. I push down a knob and the toilet flushes. There's a nasty taste in my mouth, and I drink water from the tap. Feeling better, I make my way out the bathroom.

The first thing I notice is a very pretty woman, who looks like she's in her early twenties. I smile at her and suddenly I realize she's the "old" woman. I'm sure of it. But something seems different... It's her hair. Her hair is jet black, not orange-purple as I remember. I frown. Then I look her in the eyes and realize her eyes are black. Not dark brown, black. I gasp. There's the noise of someone clearing their throat.