A/N: I'M SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER! SCHOOL IS HITTING ME HARDER THAN I EXPECTED. I AM SORRY. I've barely touched my computer since school started :/ Please review if you're reading this piece(: THANKS! :D – check out my other stories as well…if you're interested.

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He was in the grocery store a mile from the warehouse. He saw a girl gathering tomatoes in the crook of her arm and knew instantly that it was her. She was the one. He'd killed Abby Chase by accident because he'd thought she was Jen. But this girl, this girl was Jen. None of the others were. Those had all been accidents.

He kept behind her while she took just an armful of tomatoes to the register. He followed her out the door and to her car where she glanced back at him.

She'd noticed that he was following her. He drew a smile across his face and waved to her. She smiled back, unsure.

Without warning one of her tomatoes had slipped from her arm and splatted on the pavement below. Red liquid flowed from the fruit and he realized this was his chance to talk to her.

"Oh, what a shame! That looked like a good one," he laughed and bent down to scoop up the smashed food with cupped hands. He put it in the trash that was only a few steps away and walked back to her with sticky hands.

"Thank you," she muttered, getting in her car.

"Do you have a napkin?" he asked desperately before she closed her door. She fumbled in her purse and pulled one out for him. "Thanks." He backed up slowly and forced himself to trip – full out. He was sprawled out in the parking lot. His elbows and knees were scuffed and the palms of his hands were bleeding.

"Oh my God!" The girl jumped out of her car and ran to his side. "Are you alright?" she asked kneeling down next to him and putting a hand delicately on his shoulder.

"I-I don't know if I can walk," he winced, faking pain.

"Here, let me help you." The young girl was sixteen. She had just gotten her license and her parents sent her out to get some food – classic.

"Thank you," he mumbled as she guided him to his feet. Once he was upright he limped dramatically. "I'm so clumsy – tripped over my own two feet!"

"Where's your car?" she asked looking around.

He led her to the van that he drove and opened the back door. The girl's face was scrunched in confusion as well as suspicion. Every cell in her body told her to run and get away from him, but fear had her locked in place.

"I think there's a Band-Aid back here somewhere." The girl sighed, obviously relieved.

"Well, thank you again for helping me out. Have a nice day." She was desperate to get away from him. She took a few steps backwards and he grabbed her wrist. Her eyes widened and she looked at him with fear.

"Can you get that Band-Aid, I can't reach it?" he gestured to the far side of the van.

"You should just wait until you get home, so you can wash it," she mumbled. She wasn't getting in the van. There was no way.

"Just get it, it's the least you could do." He prodded her.

She swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat and said, "I suppose." She looked around and saw that the parking lot was empty of people.

"Thank you," he said looking sincere. She hopped into the back – going against everything she'd been taught and the back door was slammed shut just like she knew would happen.

"Help!" she screamed over and over. She banged on the walls of the truck and screamed until her voice was gone and she was vomiting in fear. The van started up with a roar and took off, tearing out of the parking lot.