AN: sigh……ok, well, here goes nothing. This is my story n I hope u like it. Plz review…..it’d be great if you do. I need to know if I should stop writing. Lolz.

Disclaimer: yeah, you see all those pretty words down there? Yeup…they’re all mine. No joke….lolz.

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The knife clattered on the wooden floor. The little blood on the knife dripped as it hit the floor. He stood there, watching the pool of blood grow and slowly make a dark lake around the knife. His had was shaking and it was covered in blood, though not his own. He stared down at the blank face staring up at him, eyes lifeless but wide open and gaping at him. He hated it. With an uttered cry, he ran out. Trembling all over from the experience, he felt so unclean. He was caked with blood and now dirt, as he stumbled on his run away from the cottage. He ran deep into the woods. He didn’t know where he was going and didn’t care, so long as he was as far away from that house as he could be. He wanted nothing more to do with that place….nothing more.

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Millie Anderson felt out of place at Toys ‘R Us. Sure, there were plenty of mothers around, but they weren’t dressed in a business suit with a large back slugged over her shoulders and weren’t holding a cell phone to her ear the entire time. She sighed. Well, that was what she gets for running around in college and fooling around too much. But she still loved her daughter. So very much.

Millie grabbed two Barbie dolls, the latest that had been advertised over and over on TV. She hurried to the cash register. She hated waiting in line for these things worse than traffic. Actually, they were pretty even with-

“Next in line!”

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“Honey! I’m home!” Millie shouted, kicking the door shut. She hung her keys and slipped off her shoes. She let out a sigh. Those shoes killed. “Honey? Where are you, darling? I got something for you!”

Little footsteps sounded and Millie smiled as she saw a little girl run up to her, her curls bouncing. “Mommy!!!!!!” she shrieked, jumping into her arms. The girl laughed as Millie kissed her cheek repeatedly.

“I got a present for you, sweetie.”

“Really?! What is it??? Can I see it? Huh? Huh? Huh?”

“It’s right here,” Millie said, pushing forward the bag. She peeked inside. She squealed with delight.

“I love you so much, mommy! Thank you, thank you!” she shouted, kissing her mother. Millie smiled.

“I love you too.”

“I’m gonna show them to Maggie. Maggie! Look what I got!” she cried when the babysitter entered the room. The teenager smiled and ruffled her hair.

“Wow, Britney. That’s real pretty!” Maggie offered.

“You wanna play with them later?”

“Sure, why not? But only after you eat your vitamins.” Maggie said. Britney groaned and dragged her tiny feet into the kitchen. The two females watched after her. They smiled.

“Thanks a bunch, Maggie. You’re better at this than I am,” Millie breathed out.

“No problem, Ms. Anderson. I like Brit. She’s a good kid.”

“I sure hope so. Here. Some extra money for the day,” Millie said, holding out an envelope. Maggie was hesitant to take it.

“But I don’t get paid until Friday….”

“Just take it and have fun. It’s a little extra.” Millie said with a wink. Maggie smiled.

“Thank you, Ms. Anderson. Have a good day!”

“You too, Maggie!” Millie walked into the kitchen and found Britney sitting in her chair, glaring at the bottle of chewable vitamins on the table. Millie leaned on the doorway and crossed her arms, watching with a smile on her face. “You know, staring at it won’t make it go away,” Millie said. Britney blinked her big blue eyes at her.

“Then how do I make it go away?” Britney asked.

“You can eat it, for a start.”

“Ewwwwwwww. Do I have to???”

“Yes you do. Come on.”

“Bleh,” Britney chewed the vitamin nonetheless. Millie smiled and worked on dinner. She wasn’t a fantastic cook either, but the cook was out for the week. “Can we order pizza today, mommy?” Britney asked, eating a Popsicle to get rid of the vitamin crumbs still in her mouth.

“Sure.” Millie replied, putting away the pots and pans. Hey, it was easier for her. As soon as she ordered the pizza, she went up to shower.

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Wheezing for breath now, he continued to run. The forest began to thin out and he made out the thin red line at the horizon. The sun was rising, thank the heavens. He cursed as he felt his foot slip in a hole. Damn critters, digging up holes everywhere….

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Millie walked out of the bedroom, dressed and washed. She headed down the stairs and went to go relax in front of the TV. Being a lawyer was frustrating. TV was her best friend when times were rough. She let out a sigh as she sat down while Britney played with her Barbie dolls in front of the TV.

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He tumbled forward, rolling downhill. This is bad, he thought. Real bad. He only hoped there weren’t that many rocks.

He cried out with a grimace as his fall down the hill was stopped. His back connected with a tree, knocking the wind out of him.

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Millie jumped with a start. It sounded as if someone had run into their door. Was it the pizza man? “Mommy, I think it’s the pizza man,” Britney said, getting up. Britney followed Millie to the door. Millie opened the door and saw no one there. She frowned. She placed her hand on the door to see if there was anything wrong with it and ended up snatching it back. The door was so…..cold. She looked around the front yard. “Mommy, it’s my friends!” Britney cried out. Millie barely heard her. Millie was too busy looking for whoever it was that threw something at her door. Britney ran down the large lawn and struggled to open the large iron gate, shouting out her friends’ names all along. When Britney opened the gate, Millie turned. She gasped when she heard a truck.

“Britney!!!” Millie screamed, running down the patio and down the lawn. Britney had dropped her Barbie doll on the street and ran back to get it. The truck was getting closer. “Britney! Go back!” Millie shouted. “Shit!” she swore, kicking the gate. Why won’t it open??

It seemed that the doll was stuck in the gutter. Britney grunted as she tried to pull it out.

“Damn it! Britney!!! Forget the doll!” Millie shouted. Yes. The gate finally opened. The giant produce truck honked.

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Trying to catch his breath at the same time, he cursed as he heard a loud, strange horn. What the hell??? Everything seemed to brighten. “Britney!!!” He dropped his hands from his ears and looked around, spotting a woman running towards him, her eyes wide with shock.

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Millie couldn’t stop. The man that had appeared from nowhere stood in her way and the truck was coming towards her daughter. “Britney!” she shouted, before she collided with the tall man and fell to the concrete atop him. There was a screech of tires and a crash as the truck ran into her Porsche convertible. Apples and oranges rolled on the streets.

Mille pulled herself up and found no one beneath her. She frowned. She was sure she ran into someone. She gasped. “Britney!” she breathed out. She staggered up and looked around. The truck driver was getting out. “Where is she? Where’s my daughter?” Millie screamed.

“I don’t know! I don’t think I even hit her!” the man replied, his voice heavily accented.

“Please God, no,” she breathed out, walking towards the truck. Britney wasn’t there. She looked around frantically and she saw was the pathetic Barbie stuck in the gutter. And one of Britney’s shoes. “Britney?”

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It pained him more that the woman ran into his chest so hard. He was already low on breath and already had the wind been knocked out of him. He sat up in time to see a golden haired girl fall on her rump with a grunt. She looked around and saw that wherever she was, it wasn’t where she belonged. Her blue eyes landed on him. He was sure she’d run away in fear, but she actually got up and walked towards him. “You’re hurt,” she said in her high childish voice. He didn’t moved. “What’s your name? My name’s Britney.”

“I’m Demetre,” he answered.

“Well, Mr. Deemtree, you got a big boo-boo. We can go to a hospipal if you’d like, but I don’t know where we are right now.” she said, placing a small hand on his shoulder. Why wasn’t she running away? Why was she even talking to him? He must look horrible right now, his hair disheveled, his face bloody and dirty, his clothes soiled, and above all, he was no ordinary man. He was tall and most people took him as a giant.

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An image of that man flashed in her head. It sounded absurd but it was possible that he abducted Britney somehow. How, she didn’t know. If she was going to report to the police, she’d have to explain how he’d look like. Well, for the most part, he was not identifiable material with all that blood on him. She gasped. She looked down at her shirt. It had some blood on it. She ran back inside and stabbed at the phone dial as she called the police.

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AN: I don’t think it sounds half bad myself. Like it? Well, if you want more, plz review. Lolz. But if I don’t get any, I’m cool with it…..I’ll still keep writing….my writing’s still out in public, that’s all that matters. Anyway, I’d very much appreciate it if you DID review.