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The Slight Sound of Crackling Fear
It was a Sunday night when she heard the slight sound of crackling fear. The abducted sixteen year old high school student crawled toward the Casco factory window that over looked the street across from the partially torn down Yankee Candle factory.
She had been staring out that third floor window with her feet and hands tied, watching the traffic on Railroad Avenue trickle in the late evening. She tried shouting at the small crowd getting off and on bus number six, but no one heard her.
Then that once crackling fear ripped right through her tiny frame when she saw her captor. He was coming back to finish what he had started. That was the only thing that crossed her mind. He was a tall, dark skinned man wearing a brimmed cap with a red and white BMW logo. He was walking from a black pick-up truck parked on the other side of Bostwick Avenue.
The young woman couldn’t see much more then that because of her restraints and the angle from the window. But what she saw was enough to make her shiver, and in that there was no doubt.
The dark stranger finally reached her on the third floor of that factory room. The first thing he did was scan the room for some clues that would tell him what the girl was up to. However, there was nothing, no indication at all. His prisoner didn’t even try to escape.
He knew that visuals couldn’t really tell him that she didn’t try anything. He simply had to beat it out of her.
“Hello… is there anyone here?” Someone called from below her window.
The dark stranger’s teeth grated. “If he finds you, I will kill you both.”
Her eyes went wide, but she said nothing.
The dark stranger went on, compounding his threat. “I will cut your throat slowly and watch you bleed out.”
He capped his threat with the most compelling remark he could voice to make her understand how serious he was. “I will then rape you while you’re dying.”
For a moment, the prisoner remained still. The dark stranger didn’t know if his threat was understood. He could feel the blood rushing to his face. All right, he thought. Maybe she needed something a little more tangible. Something that would reinforce the threat, give it some teeth.
Suddenly, she opened her mouth to speak. “I will keep quiet.”
The dark stranger smiled. His eyes seemingly devoid of emotion, they were as haunting as his actions.
“Hello,” someone called from outside the room they were in. “Is there anyone here?”
The muscles worked in the dark stranger’s temples. He seemed to be struggling with carrying out the threats he made moments earlier. It was an intrusion he had not expected.
For a moment, the dark stranger felt an urge to kill. He wanted to tear the young girl limb from limb, like a ravening beast. He felt that she betrayed him, and she should pay for such betrayal. Then the moment subsided. Taking a deep breath, he just spat at the girl’s feet. The prisoner barely flinched.
Turning toward the door, the dark stranger realized there was an option. He could lure the man inside using the prisoner to call out and then he would jump into action. He would kill the Samaritan for his arrogance and stupidity. There was a slight turn of the door knob and the shuffling of feet. The Samaritan’s abject stupidity was the dark stranger’s opportunity. Walking in with no knowledge of what was going to happen was indeed a predictable reaction. The door opened slowly creaking as the space widened. The dark stranger did not move directly toward the door, but quickly behind it.
The Samaritan could hear breathing as he walked in completely unaware of his fate. “Is anyone in here?”
The Samaritan opened his eyes with a start. It took him a moment or two to realize what was happening. The young girl blinked with a motion that signified that someone was standing behind the door. He muffled a curse as the dark stranger leveled a glance at him that could have shattered glass. His mouth twisted as if he’d caught a whiff of something distasteful.
The blow knocked him to the floor, but he got to his feet a little too quickly for the dark stranger’s taste. The dark stranger shot toward him with a kitchen knife in hand but missed completely. The Samaritan moved to one side and kicked the dark stranger on the small of the back. He then picked up a two by four and swung it violently hitting the target in the mouth as the dark stranger was turning around. The knife fell out of his hands and directly in front of the Samaritan.
The dark stranger looked at the knife and then back at the Samaritan barely bothering to conceal his annoyance. They both charged at the knife, and it was indeed a method born of the same instinct called survival. The two rolled on the factory floor several times before the dark stranger had total control of the knife. However, that control was not what he had intended. The knife was sticking out of his chest and it clearly punctured his heart. His life began to deteriorate as he stared at the Samaritan briefly.
The Samaritan crawled over to the young girl and quickly untied her, releasing her from her restraints. She jumped into his arms and held onto him for dear life.
“You’re okay now, you’re okay.”
She saw the dark stranger crumbled on the floor from her peripherals and closed her eyes feeling raw hatred and relief at the same time. The slight sound of crackling fear dwindled down to complete silence…
© 2013 Frank Atanacio