It's getting pretty chilly out here. I should have brought a jacket or hooded sweatshirt. Oh well, I guess that's me for you; always thinking in the present, never giving any thought to what may lie ahead. No, that's not true, not true at all. I think ahead quite a bit. In fact, I've been thinking about this for a while. I just didn't expect it to be this cold. I'll check the weather before I got out next time.
Within a few moments, the pole lamps along the path came on; illuminating the paved trail and the bench the man was sitting on. He appeared to be around twenty years of age, but could have been anywhere from eighteen to twenty-two years old. He was clad in a dark blue t-shirt and black track pants with a white stripe running down each leg; a normal outfit for a day in the park, but also known as fall jogging attire. He was equipped with good old-fashioned running shoes, the requisite MP3 player, and a pack of Marlboro cigarettes; an oddity for most joggers. He had been trying to slowly wean himself off them, but hadn't gotten there quite yet.
Still sitting, the man reached into the pocket on his right hip and pulled out the pack of cigarettes. He then lifted it up and smacked the unopened end against his palm. Two cigarettes flew out of the package and landed in a puddle at the man's feet. Flustered, the man let out a sigh and brought the pack up to eye level. A single cigarette lay within. Carefully, the youngster reached into the open slot with his index finger and slid the lone survivor out. He brought it to his mouth and pulled his BIC out of his left pocket. (It was considered bad luck to keep your lighter in the same pocket as your smokes.) Just as he brought the lighter to the tip of his cigarette, it slid through his fingers and landed next to the puddle where the other cigarettes were swimming. As the young man bent down to pick it up, a light drizzle began to fall from the clouds above, sending up a bit of steam as droplets hit the brightened ends of the lamps.
Damn, it just isn't my day. I knew I should have checked the weather before I left the house. On the other hand, it could all be part of the master plan to stop me from smoking. After all, I really don't feel like dying young. In addition, I've been jogging every day for the past few months, so that should help. Oh well, I guess today is the day then.
Feeling slightly guilty, the new non-smoker let go of his lighter and leaned back into the bench, gazing at the passerby as he did. Three or four groups passed as he sat there; an elderly couple, a young family of four, and a group of thirty or so year old women split into two sections.
Several minutes later, he spotted a familiar face. She was a girl of about nineteen years of age with copper hair. Her body was clothed in jogging attire that was suited for the cooler weather of September; white tennis shoes, maroon track pants, black sports bra, and a white sweatshirt jacket with a black zipper. She, unlike her male counterpart, had prepared for the dismal weather.
Well, ain't that a son of a bitch, I passed her nearly an hour or so ago. I must have been sitting here a little longer than I intended. I guess I had better get going then. After all, there's nothing that says I have to make it easy for her.
With that, the man got up from the bench and jammed his headphones into his ears. Then, he pulled his Zune from his pocket and selected the first artist on the list, taking off as soon as he did. A few moments later, he was up to his full jogging speed.
Music: "I'm on the Highway to Hell!" :Music
A minute or so passed before the young man felt a tap on his shoulder. He shut of his Zune, pulled out his headphones, wrapped its cord around his hand, and turned to face the fiery-haired teen.
"Heh, it looks like you finally caught up with me."
They both turned right to follow the paved walking path.
"It wasn't that hard. After all, you are a smoker."
"No, I'm a former smoker. Apparently, the world decided that I was supposed to quit today. See!"
The man grabbed the empty pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and tossed them into a nearby trashcan.
"Lou, what does that have to do with anything? It could have been an empty package."
"It was an empty package, Alice. The contents are back by that bench. I dumped them into a puddle beneath it. I didn't feel like dying before my time."
Alice jumped over a branch in her path, her headphones cord swinging back and forth in front of her chest.
"I have to be honest with you, Lou. I haven't been feeling to well."
"Are you worried about the marriage? If so, you shouldn't be."
"What do you mean by that?"
"There are worse things you should be worrying about, like death or me."
"What?"
As the last word slipped out of his mouth, Lou dropped back behind his companion, the cord to his headphones strung between his hands. Next, he slipped the cord over Alice's head and then pulled hard, cutting off the teen's air supply. Her manicured hands shot to the wire around her neck and began clawing at it, scratching shallow gouges into her skin. Lou pulled harder and then leapt into the bushes on his right, dragging Alice along with him.
After a minute or so, the pair emerged from the hedges and found themselves in a clearing. Lou snapped his head back and forth, examining his surroundings, and then pushed Alice to the ground, knocking the headphones out of her ears. Music could be heard as her MP3 player hit the ground. Its screen read:
The White Stripes : De Stijl : Apple Blossom.
Music: "Hey little apple blossom, what seems to be the problem? All the ones you tell your troubles to, they don't really care for you." :Music
Lou looked down at the Zune and then turned to his captive.
"You have excellent taste in hardware and music. That's besides the point though. If you make a sound, I'll kill you. You can be sure of that."
At that, Alice screamed at the top of her lungs. Acting quickly, Lou dropped to his knees and slapped her hard across her face. In retaliation, the girl punched him in his jaw. Next, Lou grabbed her shoulders and slammed her head into the ground. She let out a small yelp and then fell back, dazed. Using her temporary paralysis to his advantage, Lou grabbed a rolled up sock out of his pocket and shoved it into his victim's open mouth.
"Okay, that was a freebie. You won't be getting any more. Now, take off your pants. Quickly!"
"A vuff aben iguff!"
"Do it or I will!"
Reluctantly, Alice did as she was ordered and closed her eyes, exposing her bare skin to the pouring rain.
For the next five minutes, the person she had thought to be her friend thrust into here. Bright red blood seeped out of her, painting a gruesome scene across her pale inner thighs.
Several moments of silence passed then, during which the blood was cleared away from her legs. The rain still pouring, he pulled out.
Alice opened up her eyes and then hurriedly pulled up her pants.
I was saving myself. For him. I have to get out of here and get back. To him.
The soon-to-be wed woman spat the sock out of her mouth and let out a small grunt. Then, she leaned forward, only to be pushed back to the ground. Gathering up her strength, the fiery-haired teen sent a fist flying towards the man's face.
You Bastard!
Lou slid an open palm of his own across the girl's face. This enraged her, forcing her to let out a battle cry as loud as her tiny frame would allow. Next, she jumped up and rushed towards the bushes at the edge of the clearing. Lou was right behind her, however, cord in hand. This he wrapped around her thin neck once more.
On and on the pair struggled, through the bushes and on to the paved path. Alice continued to fight against her captor, scratching furiously at his hands.
HELP! I need HELP!
After several moments of desperate battle, Alice managed to break free and run off, her enemy hot on her heels. Eventually, she escaped him entirely, but did not stop running.
They can't all be like him. It's just not possible. There is no... no... no way that Mark can possibly be as cruel as him. I don't need someone else to put me through hell.
Another ten minutes or so passed before she turned off the path and emptied the contents of her stomach. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she did.
A few more minutes of rest and then Alice was off once again. Soon, a familiar face caught her eye. She waved enthusiastically as she approached, her tongue hanging from the side of her mouth.
"Alright Alice, you have a nice evening. You have long day tomorrow. Oh, don't forget, you won't be a virgin after tonight."
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I was away while writing this, so if it steals the plot from any other entry I am sorry. It's very cliched, but I gave it a small bit of twist. Oh well, no time for real editing unfortunately. I'll do better next time.