shocked to find herself not in her apartment in her cozy bed but outside, on the ground at that.
“What the hell!”
Then a picture flashes through her aching brain of scary jagged yellow teeth and hateful cold eyes. Her eyes sh oot open and she sits up quickly, expecting to come face to face with her cannibalistic attacker again or at the very least find extremities missing like in the movies. That was a mistake. The sudden movement sends her into a sudden state of vertigo, causing her to vomit on the ground beside her.
“I’m still in the alley?” She asks herself as she wipes her mouth with her sleeve and proceeds to check her body for missing pieces, “but where did he go?”
“He? How can that be? He wasn’t an animal at all , but a man. Could a man really be the one doing this?” Then she remembers the other man from the cemetery. There was two of them, which does make it more possible I guess. Two would be able to subdue a person easier than one.
She stands up slowly this time and leans her bruised body against the cool brick wall.
“What happened? Why didn’t he kill me?”
She assesses her head to figure out where the point of her pa in is coming from. She feels a lump on the back of her head and winces from the pain. There’s some blood from a cut on her lip and she has scrapes on her arm from when she smashed against the brick wall, but there doesn’t seem to be anything major, except for the pounding headache.
“Hmm…he must have hit me so hard I fell and hit my head. It’s hard to remember exactly. That still doesn’t answer why I’m still alive.”
Remembering the victim she stands up straighter and slowly walks further into the alley where she had come face to face with the scary man.
“Where is the body?”
She knows there was a body there, but where is it now? There’s no sign of blood or anything.
The sun is starting to come up but the streets are still quiet at this time of the morning. S till she doesn’t want to look suspicious coming out of an alley in dark clothes and wearing a gun holster, so she hurries along the shadows back to her apartment before she is noticed by someone who decides to call the police.
No one would believe her story if she had to explain what she was doing; she’s not even sure she would believe herself for that matter. The police would arrest her for sure or at least have her committed if she tried to explain the events of the night before. After her charade last night, she might not fight it.
***
As the days go by , Anna-Marie tries to focus more on her work. Peggy will kill her if she doesn’t make her deadlines, but Anna-Marie’s mind keeps drifting back to that night. Slowly her memory is coming back to her. Bit by bit she can clearly see the man now, with his long dark dirty hair and black as night eyes with a subtle flash of scarlet. However, what Anna-Marie can’t figure out is who hit her? The creepy man was in front of her, so it couldn’t have been him. She doesn’t recall seeing him move and he was still standing there in the same spot just as she was losing consciousness.
Secondly, who was that other man? She never saw him come , but she knows he was there, even though she can’t remember anything else about him. Did he see the man and think she was being attacked?
“But what happened to him?” Anna-Marie whispers.
There was no sign of either of them when she regained consciousness.
Anna-Marie can’t help but to think the worst …
“Anna-Marie, I need the Neuse River article done by the end of the day. Anna-Marie?” Peggy yells from the open door.
Anna -Maria’s mind snaps back to reality at the sound of her name coming from her office door to find Peggy standing there staring at her with a curious expression. There isn’t anything too impressive about Peggy’s exterior, but what she lacks in looks, she makes up in personality. She is a
“What the hell!”
Then a picture flashes through her aching brain of scary jagged yellow teeth and hateful cold eyes. Her eyes sh oot open and she sits up quickly, expecting to come face to face with her cannibalistic attacker again or at the very least find extremities missing like in the movies. That was a mistake. The sudden movement sends her into a sudden state of vertigo, causing her to vomit on the ground beside her.
“I’m still in the alley?” She asks herself as she wipes her mouth with her sleeve and proceeds to check her body for missing pieces, “but where did he go?”
“He? How can that be? He wasn’t an animal at all , but a man. Could a man really be the one doing this?” Then she remembers the other man from the cemetery. There was two of them, which does make it more possible I guess. Two would be able to subdue a person easier than one.
She stands up slowly this time and leans her bruised body against the cool brick wall.
“What happened? Why didn’t he kill me?”
She assesses her head to figure out where the point of her pa in is coming from. She feels a lump on the back of her head and winces from the pain. There’s some blood from a cut on her lip and she has scrapes on her arm from when she smashed against the brick wall, but there doesn’t seem to be anything major, except for the pounding headache.
“Hmm…he must have hit me so hard I fell and hit my head. It’s hard to remember exactly. That still doesn’t answer why I’m still alive.”
Remembering the victim she stands up straighter and slowly walks further into the alley where she had come face to face with the scary man.
“Where is the body?”
She knows there was a body there, but where is it now? There’s no sign of blood or anything.
The sun is starting to come up but the streets are still quiet at this time of the morning. S till she doesn’t want to look suspicious coming out of an alley in dark clothes and wearing a gun holster, so she hurries along the shadows back to her apartment before she is noticed by someone who decides to call the police.
No one would believe her story if she had to explain what she was doing; she’s not even sure she would believe herself for that matter. The police would arrest her for sure or at least have her committed if she tried to explain the events of the night before. After her charade last night, she might not fight it.
***
As the days go by , Anna-Marie tries to focus more on her work. Peggy will kill her if she doesn’t make her deadlines, but Anna-Marie’s mind keeps drifting back to that night. Slowly her memory is coming back to her. Bit by bit she can clearly see the man now, with his long dark dirty hair and black as night eyes with a subtle flash of scarlet. However, what Anna-Marie can’t figure out is who hit her? The creepy man was in front of her, so it couldn’t have been him. She doesn’t recall seeing him move and he was still standing there in the same spot just as she was losing consciousness.
Secondly, who was that other man? She never saw him come , but she knows he was there, even though she can’t remember anything else about him. Did he see the man and think she was being attacked?
“But what happened to him?” Anna-Marie whispers.
There was no sign of either of them when she regained consciousness.
Anna-Marie can’t help but to think the worst …
“Anna-Marie, I need the Neuse River article done by the end of the day. Anna-Marie?” Peggy yells from the open door.
Anna -Maria’s mind snaps back to reality at the sound of her name coming from her office door to find Peggy standing there staring at her with a curious expression. There isn’t anything too impressive about Peggy’s exterior, but what she lacks in looks, she makes up in personality. She is a
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