The Alley

Clammy coldness wrapped around me as I made my way further down the alley. Something wasn’t right. The air became heavier in my lungs and the silence was deafening. Where were they? Had I come to the right place? Henry and Tiff were probably hiding behind one of the dumpsters down this treacherous path.

“Come on you guys. This isn’t funny.” A person scuttling past the end of the alley made me jump and look back. They didn’t notice me. 

Maybe I would be able to get them to come out if I acted like I knew they were hiding. “I hear you guys back there. Let’s go this place is giving me the heebee jeebees.”

Nothing happened.

Wrapping my arms tight to my waist I ventured further into the darkness. Scuffles to my right sent icy shivers down my already tense body. I saw a homeless woman in the shadows. The white of her eyes was I could make out against her grimy skin. 

“You shouldn’t be down here.” She said with a crusty voice.

“I’m looking for my friends. You haven’t seen them, have you?” I tightened my grip around my waist. 

“No one has been down here tonight. And if you know what’s good for you I think you should get out of here.” Her eyes darted to something behind me. “Go. Get out of here now!”

A deep clang against the dumpster resounded behind me. I spun around as a dark figure approached me.

“Do you like to have fun, little girl?” A deep voice asked.

I turned and ran back toward the street. Heavy footsteps thudded against the ground behind me. 

I ran harder than I’d ever run in my life. I didn’t even know if I was breathing or not. And I didn’t care. My legs sprinted toward the dim street ahead. The footsteps grew closer behind me. How was he faster than me? There was no way this was just an old man. My track record proved I could outrun any normal person on the street. 

“Get back here!” He bellowed without huffing or puffing.

Every cell in my body was determined to get the hell out of here. I was only a couple strides away from the opening as I felt the tug on my jacket. My feet lifted off the ground as he pulled me back toward him. His hand gained a better grip on my shoulders and turned me around. Flailing left and right, I kicked and screamed like a pro. His hands were really strong. Like Hulk strong. He grabbed my wrists.

“You didn’t think you were going to get away that easily did you? I want to have some fun tonight and I think you do too.” His face was only inches from mine. 

No wrinkles or dirt scarred his white face. Hell, he looked like he could have been getting ready to go to the club. His teeth were gleaming white and his hair was gelled to perfection. 

“What do you want?” I screamed as I yanked my body back and forth hoping to get loose. 

“I just want to take you to a party. You like parties don’t you? Of course you do. Everyone likes a rockin’ party.” 

“No. I don’t want to go to a party. What I want is for you to let me go.” My foot slammed down on his. 

His dark eyebrows lowered as his fingertips dug into my wrists. “Be nice now. I don’t want to have to do something that I’d regret.” 

Working the little bit of saliva in my mouth, I spit on him. With my mouth dry mouth from running I had little to work with, the wetness barely made it to his neck.

A huge smile crossed his face as he nodded slowly. “Oh, yeah, you and I are going to have a lot of fun.”

Voices and far off footsteps echoed from down the street. 

“Help me!” I screamed as loud as I could. 

He put both of my wrists in one hand and covered my mouth, his cheap cologne enveloping our breathing space. 

“Don’t be a bad girl, or I’ll have to hurt you.” He warned. 

The skin from his palm grazed my teeth. Taking the bait, I bit down hard. A strong metallic flavor hit my tongue.

He yelped, pulling his hand from my teeth. "You little tramp."

His bloody hand took a fistful of my hair. I screamed as I grasped his hand to loosen the tension in fear of him ripping hair from my scalp. It didn't help much.

"You'll never get away with this," Blood spewed from my lips.

A deep laugh barked from his lungs. He wrenched my head back, lowering his cheek to rest against mine. "I beg to differ, little tramp. This is your lucky night. You have just nominated yourself for the first class seat to hell. But don't worry I'll make sure you have the time of your life."

My stomach curdled at the thought of what this guy thought a good time was.

"Oh, is the tramp speechless now?"

I tried to move but his hold on my hair was too painful. I screamed for help again and everything went black.