Brownstar96

Rain. That is what he heard outside from his cell window. Cell . What a strong word for a room, but that is what it felt like to him. Two years, eleven months, thirty days, twenty-three hours, fifty-nine minutes, fifty-nine seconds. He looked over at the clock on his bedside table. "Make that three years," he thought. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and stood up. Looking around the room he spotted it. The red crystalline bottle, half full with the liquor he loved so much. Half empty from the ten shots he took from it every New Years. It has been his routine for the last three years, ever since that tragic night...

Flashes of light through the trees. Two figures running. One in anger. One in fear. The girl screams in pain as she falls and screams louder as the shadowy figure closes in on her. "Please," she whimpers, "I'll get it to you, I promise. I..I.. just need more time." He glared down at her, hunger and anger plastered his face. "You better," he growled, "You have two days until your mine... forever." She slowly closed her eyes and nodded. When she opened them, he was gone...

**Warning** Might want to read the prologue of "THE CARTOONIST" By Sean Costello before reading.**** At the bottom of the well was the child's face. And her eyes were on fire. --- Scott woke with a start the next morning in his small bachelor apartment. Sweating and shaking. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself, the image of the girls blood red eyes still etched into his eyelids. The images of last night crept into his mind, playing like a slide show of pictures. The party after finding out they got accepted into medical school. The dark atmosphere of the bar as he had drink after drink of ice cold beer and shooters and whatever