As a dead leaf fell from the huge, towering oak, the girl gave a start. She slipped and fell into the thick, oozing mud. She scrambled to her feet, glancing around wildly for the eyes she knew sought to find her. Fear crept down her spine, tinged with a maddening sense of loneliness. It was two weeks since she had last seen her friends and family. But she had had to runaway. One night, they had come. She had known they would. They wanted her. They wanted her dead. Because she knew…
Ben woke covered in a cold, clammy sweat. He’d had the dream again. The slim young girl running desperately through the dark woods, the look of terror contorting her delicate, regular features. Rain plastered her shoulder-length blonde hair to her terrified face. He didn’t like it. He had not seen her for two long, painful weeks, not since she had vanished from everyone’s sight. He quietly whispered her name; “Daisy James.” The words seemed to reverberate throughout the room, sending a chilling aura through the air…
A thickset, heavily built man paced around the darkened room, his bristly black eyebrows knitted together in a permanent frown, trying to control his impatience. Had they succeeded? The question buzzed around his now one-track mind. If only they were faster! The longer they left it, the more chance there was that the girl would tell someone. He didn’t know who she was, he didn’t care. He just wanted her dead. A radio crackled into life, making him push down his thoughts and concentrate on what his commander had to say, and slowly a dark smile crept over his cruel, wicked features. She was running, but they were catching up.
To be continued…
