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from Contest #7

She's a local. She's a criminal. She's wanted. And I'm her hostage.
It all started with my first babysitting job. I was going to babysit the newborn baby in the corner house at the end of my road when it happened. I knocked on the door and it creaked open. I could hear yelling from inside the house. Then there was a loud bang and a shriek of terror.

I walked into the house to see if everything was okay and I went straight into the kitchen, I was just in time to see a girl, who was dressed in all black but had blond hair, plunge a knife into my neighbour’s chest. On the floor I could see my neighbour’s husband and newborn baby girl, they were dead. Then she noticed me. I tried to run but before I escaped she grabbed me. And that’s the story of how I became her hostage.

She grabbed my shirt with her bloody hands. I was terrified, I didn't know what to do. Her evil blood shot eyes glared at me. "What are you doing here?" She screamed.

 She grabbed a hold of my neck; she was trying to choke me. "I'm the babysitter... I'm just the babysitter!" I cried.

 Her firm grip got tighter and tighter. I was so scared I started to cry. "Please I'm begging you don't kill me, please." I tried to say but it didn't come out easily because of her grip around my neck.

 She held on for a second then let go. But then before I knew it she grabbed on to my shirt. “You will not die. Unless you don't follow my instructions carefully" She said to me.

The only thing that I did was nod. The woman pointed to the neighbour's couch. "Sit and stay!"

 I nodded again and quickly sat on the couch. I stared at her. The woman took the neighbour’s bodies and hid them in their basement. My tears were still running down my cheeks. I thought to myself, the child I was about to babysit was dead and I watched the whole scene. Once the killer finished stashing her prey, she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me outside. What was she going to do with me? She pulled me to a black SUV parked in the drive way. On the license plate it had the police symbol on it. The killer stole the police's SUV?! It just didn't seem right. She opened the trunk and push me in. " Don't move, don't speak and that's an order."

 The woman was about to close the trunk but then she hesitated. "What’s your name?" She demanded.

"Serena"

 She nodded and closed the trunk. I'd been in the trunk for at least 2 hours; I didn't know where we were going. All I knew was that I needed some sleep. I didn't know if I should just fall asleep in a murderer’s car so I decided to just suck it up and stay awake. I also needed something to eat soon. It was starting to get dark and it was probably almost supper time. Through the whole time I was in the trunk, I kept repeating the crime scene over and over and over again. And I thought up a lot of questions. Why would she kill MY neighbours? Did the neighbours steal something of hers? Will the woman kill me because I saw the crime scene happen? She'd probably kill me because I was the only witness. Suddenly we stopped. I peeked out the window to see where we were, but she stopped to get some gas. I just hid my head so no one could see me. But then I thought again. Maybe I should wave my arms in the air and see if anyone would save me. Then I thought, maybe if I did that, the woman would kill me or anyone around her. So I stuck with the plan to just hid my face. I heard a door slam and the revving of the SUV. Then the car started moving again. We were driving for about another 2 hours and I was starving. Then the car came to a fast stop and there was a slam of a car door and then the trunk opened for the first time in 4 hours. My back was aching and my stomach was growling. The woman wasn't the one who opened the trunk. It was a man and he looked very disappointed to see me. Then he looked to the woman that was my captor and said “who is this and why is she in my trunk?”

The woman replied “She saw me kill them, I didn't notice her until it was too late”, said the woman, “So I took her with me”.

 The man looked annoyed with her. “Why would you not kill her?” said the man.

 “Because I had killed too many people already” noted the woman.

 “Alright” said the man with a bit of confusion.

 “Bring her into the warehouse. Oh, and just so you know if she ever gets away,You better not hesitate to kill her” warned the man.

 Then the woman came over to me and grabbed my shirt to pull me out of the trunk. She then just dropped me onto the gravel of the road. I looked around to see where I was but all I could see was the warehouse that the man was talking about. Then I felt the tip of a gun jab into my back right where it was hurting and I moaned in pain. “Shut-up!” ordered the woman.

 She directed me into the warehouse. The siding of the strange building was a faded black colour. The woman pushed me through the doorway with the man right on her tail. As we walked inside I saw cages and cages of dogs. This is a Puppy Mill warehouse. What kind of criminals are these people? I looked to the side of my head and stared at the dogs in the cages. “Look at the ground.” The woman demanded.

 I shot my gaze right at the damp, Gray floor. We kept walking down a narrow hallway and we finally stopped. The man grabbed a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He creaked it open and pushed me in and then they left. The first thing that came to mind was to see if the door was open, but it was locked. The room I was in was small, damp and had an odour that smelled like rotting fish. There was a chair, a table and a wet towel lying on the floor. I was so tired and so hungry so I decided to fall asleep.

 

When I woke up there was a tray sitting on the table. I went over to examine it. There was a croissant, a carrot, and a spoon with peanut butter on it. Then there was a little cup of milk. After seeing the dogs in cages I wasn’t too sure if I wanted to drink the milk but I was so thirsty that I didn’t care. I ate everything that was on my plate even though the croissant tasted stale. When I finished eating I realized that I was in hand-cuffs. They must have put them on when I was asleep. One hand-cuff was on me and the other one was attached to a steal pole. I was officially doomed. And I was extremely nervous, and extremely bored. I searched through my pockets for something to do and then I heard a ringing noise. It shocked me because I was stupid enough to forget my cell phone in my bag. I reach for it a picked up the phone… it was my mother. “Hello, hello?” Her voice said. I put the phone up to my ear. “Mom! The Quinns are dead, the Quinns are dead!” I cried. “What are you talking about, why are you not home!” My mother cried back. “A woman killed the Quinns and I’m her hostage, I’m kidnapped Mom, I’m kidnapped! Come and get me.” I needed her now, I needed to be at home with my Mom and Dad and my Brother. “Do you know where you are?” She asked quickly. “No, but use Dads tracking device thing he attached to his phone!” I shouted. It was loud enough for them to hear and I heard footsteps coming. “Got to go, they are coming, don’t call back, I’ll call you.” I hung up and hid the phone in my sweater pocket. The door opened and it was the man. He unlocked my hand-cuffs without saying a word. He pulled my arm down the narrow hallway and hand-cuffed me to one of the big dog cages. The cage was chained to the ground so I knew I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. It grew darker and the moon came up and I fell asleep.

 

The next morning I woke up to a lot of commotion. The man and the woman were arguing. I soon realized they were arguing over me. “We should let the pour child go!” The man said. “No, she’ll tell and I’ll go to jail and you will too!” A yell came from the woman. “Maybe we should just give up running away.” The man said seriously. “Go right ahead…” She said while pointing towards the door. I was trying to pretend I was still asleep but I had my eyes open a little bit. “Well if the girl isn’t telling, I am.” The man yelled and he started running to the door. But the woman grabbed her gun out of her belt and shot him. The noise was deadly. He fell to the floor. The woman giggled a bit and walked over to his body. She whispered in his ear, “No one tells on me.” His body just laid there, I couldn’t stand just staring at his dead body. The women turned her back and started walking away, but then BAM! The man was on his feet and he shot her! He was playing dead. She fell to the ground and I could see the blood running down her back from the bullet. He ran over to me and unlocked my hand-cuffs again. I didn’t know what to do so I just asked, “What’s happening?” He gazed into my eyes. “I’m going to jail” He replied. He scooped me up in his arms. We dashed out the door and took the police SUV. He set me in the passenger seat and he revved the engine. We drove for at least a half an hour in silence. The man finally drove into the police station. We walked to the door and he put me in front of the receptionist’s deck. “Can I help you?” The receptionist asked. She wore thick black glasses and a purple dress. Her hair was brown but her roots were grey. The man looked at her while he was panting. She frowned. “Can I help you?” She asked again in an annoyed voice. “Oh, I wanted to report to the police that I killed 3 people, kidnapped this girl and own a puppy mill.” The man admitted. The receptionist got up from her chair and backed away from the man. “Sweetie, come over here,” She shouted. I skidded over to her side. “Carl get over here!” She shouted again. A police officer ran over to the receptionist. He was tall and slender. His hair was brown the same shade as the receptionist, a beautiful auburn brown. “This man killed 3 people, kidnapped this little gal and owns a puppy mill! Hand-cuff him and bring him in.” The lady pointed at the man. The man was now on his knees and Carl jogged over and hand-cuffed his hands behind his back. While Carl was leading the man to a cell the man turned his body to face me. “Bye little girl” He cried. I didn’t answer, I was too scared to. The receptionist looked down at me. I looked up at her. “What is your name?” She asked. “Serena Edwards” I said. She nodded. “My name is Evelyn Saint-Marie and I’ll be asking you a few questions later, but for now I need your parents here.” Evelyn told me. She also told me to call my parents on their phone. Before I could dial my home phone number the door opened. It was the woman that kidnapped me. She had a gun in her hand. Evelyn screamed, “Don’t touch her!” And BAM! Evelyn was shot in the head. She fell to the ground. The woman pointed the gun at me, then BAM! I fell to the floor. The first thing that entered my head was the replay of the whole scenario. The last thing that entered my head was my parents. Then my kidnapper fell to the floor and slowly died of blood loss. I am now dead.

 

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