Crossing the Boundaries- Chapter 2 (standard:drama, 0 words) [2/12] show all parts
Author: Siobhan	Added: May 31 2001	Views/Reads: 2965/2193	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Brenda struggles to escape the nightmare on her tail, but things go terribly wrong.

CHAPTER TWO THE WATCHER AND HIS PRISONERS 

Beverly and Amanda took off running while throwing stones over their
shoulders.  They hadn't had this much fun in a long time.  They heard 
Tom curse and they laughed.   The two best friends winked at each other 
and continued to throw stones, which they were pulling out of their 
pockets, over their shoulders.  Suddenly Beverly tripped over a rut in 
the dirt path and fell to her knees. 

"Oh shit," she mumbled.  Pain reached up from her knee to her brain and
blinded her for a moment.  She knew that she was in trouble. 

"Come on Bev, they are coming," Amanda urged.  Amanda's face was filed
with worry. 

"I can't.  I really screwed up me knee," Beverly announced after trying
to stand and failing.  Tears filled her eyes but she blinked them away. 


"I can't just leave you," Amanda insisted.  Amanda was about to cry also
for she could not leave her best friend for those monsters to come haul 
away. 

"Yes you can and you will.  Go get Tyson and his friends," Beverly
instructed.  She knew their only hope was to get help and if everyone 
was captured no one could send an SOS. 

"What about you?" Amanda began to inch away.  She was extremely hesitant
about leaving her friend behind. 

"Go," Beverly shouted.  Amanda began to run just as Tom and Luke arrived
at Beverly's spot where she resided.  Tom chased after Amanda but his 
limp from being hit by the rock made him considerably less speedy.  He 
finally gave up and returned back to Luke and Beverly. 

Brenda ran into the garage.  The garage was closed so there were ropes
strung through everywhere.  She sighed with exhaustion and jumped over 
a rope that blocked the entrance.  She stumbled but recovered her 
balance before she fell.  She wasn't sure how long she would be able to 
keep it up but her energy was rapidly leaving her.  She'd been running 
for too long.  She jumped another rope and looked over her shoulder.  
Jesse and Brady were closing the distance and she lunged forward.  She 
refused to be caught and she hoped that the adrenaline pumping through 
her veins would be enough to get her away from the nutcase chasing 
behind her.  She leaped yet another rope and felt even the rush from 
the adrenaline waning away.  She knew that she was in big trouble but 
she had to press on.  She had to escape capture for she had no idea 
what Brady would do but she knew that he would do whatever he set his 
mind to do. 

She was in the act of leaping the forth rope when someone threw
themselves on her from behind.  A scream of anger burst from her and 
horror surged through her body.  She had been captured, the worse 
possible thing for her.  She hit the ground hard not to mention the 
added weight she now had.  Her breath was knocked out of her and she 
felt a searing pain on the left side of her stomach.   She couldn't 
breath and an intoxicating pain lulled her in and out of conscious.    
She had never felt this way before and she screamed inside her head for 
release.  Where was her Tyson when she needed him most?   Where was her 
strength when she needed it most?  She prayed to God for help and hoped 
that he would answer. 

"Nice work," Brady commented.  Jesse stood up and dusted his clothes. 
He looked triumphant but a bit shaken by the fall.  He looked at Brenda 
and a look of regret and pity flashed over his face.  He wondered, what 
was he doing helping this beast capture a poor girl?  He had no clue 
and wished that he had the guts to stand up to Brady. 

She tried to roll herself over but every muscle detested it and she just
sank back to the ground.  She felt almost as if breathing was too much 
for her because she was so worn out. Why was it she who got tracked 
down by a stalker?  Why couldn't it have been one of her friends so 
that she could have helped rescue them instead of her being the victim? 
 She felt someone roll her onto her back and she looked at the cold 
gray cement of the roof of the garage.  Oh where was Tyson? 


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