A Deserate Situation ch. 2

He was close on her tail. She kept running. He had a knife in his hand but he wanted to be sure he'd hit her.

"Stay away!" she yelled even though she knew he wouldn’t.

He kept gaining on her but she was more determined to escape then he was to catch her. Pain raced through her weary body as she battled to get down the long staircase. He kept laughing at her like a madman but she tried to keep him out of her mind. She finally reached the bottom of the stairs and ran towards the door. Locked!

"Dammit!" she cried.

It seemed no matter how hard she tried she could escape his house of hell. She searched for the key to the door on the top of it. It wasn’t there. Then she looked under the rug. Still not there!

"Dammit, dammit, damn you!" she cried as she kicked the door.

She looked around to see if she could find something to defend herself with. There was a bat by one of Eliot's moving boxes. She sprinted towards it picked it up and started to looked for her killer. He wasn’t there. She turned to her right and left.

"He's behind me!" she thought it horror.

She looked back and there he was sneaking up behind her he was about to end her life with his knife but she hit him with the baseball bat as hard as her weak arms could. He fell backwards in his steps a little bit but he kept following her. She ran back to the door and turned to face him.

"Come get me!" she screamed as tears ran down her face.

"Hahaha!" he laughed as he walked closer.

She was sure she couldn’t kill anyone a week ago but now--now she was aiming to. He jumped towards her and cut her sleeve. She took a step back a swung. Miss.

"Could this be worse?!" she thought.

He backed up and went into the other room. He wanted her to follow him into a closed space so he could be sure to kill her. Emma didn’t move she just looked around tensely. He wasn’t there.

"Come out here!" she yelled.

Nothing. She started to cry. Then she wiped her tears and stood ready. A few minutes went by. She didn’t know weather to risk it or stay there. Her curiosity got the better of her and she stepped out to see where he had gone. She looked left then right. Not there he must be in another room she thought. She went into the room to her left by the boxes. There he was with the knife in his hand searching for something. He pulled out a gun.

"Another gun?! His house is loaded with weapons!"

She ran and hid behind a big box and hoped he could see her. He came out and loaded his gun.

"Where are you pretty?" he asked as he looked around.

She didn’t even move she just kneeled behind the box like she was frozen. He went to look for her by the door then he went into another room to find her.

"If only he'd get closer!"

He came back out and asked her where she was again. She didn’t answer she just froze she couldn’t move if she did he'd see her for sure. Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest; sweat ran down her head and her pupils dilated.

"Crap, I need to stay calm! Get yourself together Em!"

Eliot got close to where she was and she heard his footsteps draw closer and closer. She knew if she didn’t do anything she'd be killed instantly. He came close enough for her to hit him. Emma had to do it! She told herself if she killed him then she'd be saving herself and others from him.

"Get up Em! Get up now! Do it!"

Her soul cried out to her. She jumped up from the boxes and hit him. He didn’t fall he looked at her.

Bang!

"Ugh, damn you..." she mustered.

She didn’t fall to the floor she hit his head with the bat and he fell to the cold floor. His head was bleeding but she kept hitting him. She hit him till it hit too much for her to keep going. Not her body at that moment her soul, her spirit. It trembled and she stopped. She dropped the bat and limped towards the door.

She escaped. She made just enough effort to get to the door she unlocked it and fell outside the house.

"You can make it!"Her spirit cried.

She started to crawl but only got a few feet away from the door. She lost hope and blood dripped into her eyes.