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I rushed over to her and began to untie the ropes.
     'Please hurry,' she begged
     'Who did this?'
     'I don't know. Please hurry.'
I quickly freed her, hoisted her out of the trunk and made to lead her away from the car. She pulled back.
     'No, take the car.'
     'Forget the car,' I said urgently.
     'No, they'll follow us. Take these.' She pulled some keys from her back pocket and handed them to me. 'You drive'. I hesitated for a  moment then ran to the drivers seat. We both got in, slammed the doors and, after gunning the engine a few times, I sped off. For about five minutes I drove like a maniac, screeching round corners, checking the rear mirror and doubling back on myself with a number of hair raising  U turns. Eventually we left the town. I slowed as we began to drive through a forest. There was no one on the road behind. Slowly I felt my pulse and breathing return to normal. I turned to her.
     'What happened back there?' 
     'A kidnapping.' She seemed suddenly very calm as she spoke.
     'Who was trying to kidnap you?'
     'No one.' She smiled broadly as she said it. Too broadly. The hairs on my neck prickled very slightly.
     'What are you talking about? You said 'kidnapping'. What kidnapping?' With almost leisurely ease she leaned forward, reached under her seat, and sat up, holding a small grey pistol which she pointed lazily at my head. 
     'This kidnapping....'

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Without even thinking, and mostly out of instinct, I slammed on the breaks. Neither of us were wearing  seat belts and both of us lurched forward as the car came to a screeching halt. 

My mind was reeling in a thousand directions. 

*What just happened?*  Who is this? Is this somebody I pissed off somehow? What do they even want? - and really - could my day get any worse? 

Suddenly, I'm snapped out my stupor by the realization that the woman, who I now noticed was dressed rather elegantly, had dropped the gun and was fumbling around for it on the floor. 

Right at that moment, there were headlights in the rear view mirror. The car I had been driving was stopped in the middle of the road and  I could tell that the driver behind us was slowing down and stopping instead of just going around us. Perhaps it was the police, or a good sameritan -  or maybe it was her partner. I had no time to think.. I was running on pure adrenaline and every nerve in my body was telling me to get out of this car and get away from this woman. 

 I grabbed the door handle, pushed the door open and started to make a run for it. I was trying to run as fast as I could. My heart was racing but everything seemed to be happening in slow motion - I couldn't get away fast enough.  Suddenly I thought I felt a bee or something buzzing right past my ear and then a rock plunged into my thigh. It was only at that moment, that I heard the gunshots.

Bts : indianlady99

How often do you do this stuff? I may want to participate sometime. Sounds interesting and fun. I like practicing creativity. Neat idea.

what happened? did I kill the story?  No one wants to add to it - I'm very curios to see where the story goes... let's go people!

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There was a stinging pain in my thighs.I touched my thighs  and felt it wet and warm.When I looked at my hands it was covered in blood.My knees started to shiver and the pain sharpened with every step I took forward.I felt dizzying,my vision blurred and I couldn't catch my breath. I felt like I was going to throw up.I tried harder but my legs gave up and fell down flat on the road.I felt the cold tar against my cheeks and smelled dust.I could hear footsteps coming nearer and nearer.I tried to lift my face and look back but it just went pitch black.

When I opened my eyes I couldn't see anything clearly.I wished all this was just a dream and  blinked my eyes.Slowly the vision became clear.My heart was pounding.I couldn't move.My hands and legs were duct taped to a metal chair.My thighs pained like hell.It was some kind of a laboratory with many specimen jars.And my vision was not clear enough to see what was in it.It smelled of some strong chemical.It made me wince and turn my head sideways.

It was only then I realised I was not the only captive.God,what the hell is this?Just a few feet away from me was the lady who I thought was kidnapping me  strapped to another chair,unconscious.

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I attempt to **twist and tear** the tape from my _wrists_, with not much happening and my thigh in serious **pain**. _I gave up._ Looking around at the place now, stuck. 

There were many long metal tables and what appeared to be a **freezer....** A door just to the right of it was cracked and looked to be leading somewhere, up or down I could not tell. But I could hear old jazzy type music playing softly. 

As I continue to look around and as much as I could to what was behind me. I start to examine the _jars_ more closely, the liquid was thick and cloud. I couldn't make out most of them. One that I did happened to see almost made me lose my lunch. It looked to be a baby but larger as the jar was about four feet tall.

Suddenly!

The woman that I thought was attempting to kidnap me wakes with a high pitched screech. RRRREEEEEEAAAAAAAAA!!

With her now conscious she is wildly just staring at me with the biggest grin! **(How can some one be happy in a situation like this I thought to myself)**

I asked, "So what in the fuck is going on here?" ........ No answer just smiling.

I said, "Why did you bring me here?" "What is this for, what did I do?" Who are you?"

She giggles a little to my last question. I am lost on what is happening to me, my leg is in very bad shape, you could still see little rocks in the wound from the road, and if I didn't get out of here quick. I knew that it wasn't looking much better for me.

So I go back to _attempting_ to figure out a way to **escape**. There were knifes and other assorted tools with blood and what appeared to be bone fragments and some internal parts that I couldn't identify. But the chair was bolted to the floor, so no way I was hopping around.. As I attempt to break the tape from my wrists again. The woman crazily staring at me begins to bark and snarl at me and at the door and back at me.

**I must be in some sort of nightmare!!**

As I think this, a low deep sounding voice comes from the crack in the door.... "Oh but this is no nightmare patient."

HOW! DID! HE! 
Know what I was think-..."I know everything about you Jon."
If I wasn't freaked out before, I am definitely freaking out now.

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Either my eyes are deceiving me, or Mr. Atwell from the dry cleaning shop on 5th is coming through the door and straight towards me. The deranged girl continues to babble and bark, but his attention seems to be solely focused on me at the moment.

"What am I doing here? What is this all about?"

"Pipe down, you little prick, and I might let you die quickly."

I fade in and out of consciousness, knowing that I have no means to fight him. The metallic stench of blood assaults my senses as he deliberately gouges inside my abdomen for the fatal blow.

"Son, are you ok? "

"Jon, can you hear us? Snap out of it. You're safe, and we need to know what you saw."

My mouth is dry, and I reach out for the cup of water that Detective Muller is extending. The room is whirling along with my thoughts. Blessed, or perhaps cursed, with the gift of heightened remote viewing partnered with traits of a die hard empath, I had just relived the last moments of the serial killer's latest victim.  The scene wouldn't stop replaying in my mind. My leg and chest even hurt, shadowing the victim's pain.

"Son, did you see his face? Can you tell us who we're looking for?"

"Nn-no... I'm sorry. ", I lie before breaking into tears.

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I'm not fully sure why I lied. Mr. Atwell always greeted me with a smile when I picked up my dry cleaning. He was there when I got married. He gave me a great deal on the dry cleaning for my tux, and the brides maid dresses. He let me pay him in installments when I didn't have enough after the wedding went over budget. He didn't even charge me any extra. He was there with a smile every time I needed a suit cleaned for an out of town meeting. That was back when I worked for the law firm. He was also there after I came back to town, when I brought my suit back stinking of cigarettes, cigars, and often stained with various types of alcohol from entertaining the clients.
I remember once a young mother came in while I was waiting. She seemed in a hurry. She had a purple blouse over her arm, stained with what looked like red wine. She quickly placed it on the counter, telling him that she needed him to get the stain out. Her daughter was trying to get her attention while she fumbled in her purse. He got a lollipop from behind the counter and gave it to her. His smile seemed to beam an honest caring.
I had to confront him. I had to find out if that smile was just a lie he got so used to telling. I had to find out what I was missing. Even if it killed me.