Dawn To Dusk, chapter 5
Jara stealthly walked down the empty alleyway, then stopped. She listened carefully and heard a small splash of a nearby puddle. She turned around to see if there was anything behind her. There was a whoosh, which Jara assumed was just the breeze. She knew she had to pick up the pace and get home since it was already 4:30 in the morning. She swiftly turned back around and gasped in pure horror. Her mouth was open as far as it could go with shock and devastation. Jara was about to scream with terror, before the dark figure put his hand to her mouth.
"Uh uh,"the shadowy figure said, waving his finger to and fro in a left-right pattern."I don't think so."he cried out in a rough tone of voice.
He held Jara in tightly. The frightened girl tried to break free of this maniac's firm grip, but it only caused herself more tiredness and damage.
"And why do you insist on trying to break free? Do you really think you're going to make it home safely? Do you really think I'm dumb enough to just let you waltz off and run away? Well,"He pushed Jara against a dumpster, her falling to the damp street floor."would you rather it be now, or later?"The man pulled out his knife once again. He came near the restless girl lying on the street and pulled her chin up to his face.
He brought the knife up to her skin, beginning to carve out the fresh on her neck. He kissed her affectionately. Jara winced in pain and disgust as the blood began to stream out and down her neckline.
She so badly knew she could get up and beat this guy down, but why wasn't she able to now? It was as if she had been drugged into not being capable of fighting back. So she continued, lying practically dead, still, silent, on the ground, with no will or power to fight back. Jara might as well have been dead, she wasn't doing anything. Nothing. She just lie there, still as a mouse, letting this guy who was armed, do what he wished. Every now and then, she'd struggle or grasp for help, but no one was there, no one was there who could assist this lifeless girl who was being taken over of by an unstoppable force. It was as if she were unconscious and wasn't able to take in anything that was happening around her.
At home, Gerard was getting extremely worried. No signs of Jara returning, and it being very near sunrise. He knew something was terribly wrong, and he had no idea of what to do. His long love was somewhere, who nows where, in the big city of lights. Who wouldn't have concern on their mind? At last, Gerard came to thew conclusion that he had to go find Jara. He left to go search for his destined partner.
He traveled, not this time by rooftop, but by foot. He covered his face with his hood, trying to avoid any light that the sun might begin to beam. He ran fast dowm the streets and sidewalks in a rush. Gerard quickly gazed down a dark alley and then would run through it. Now and then, he shouted Jara's name, hoping she would jump out and into his arms. He so wished that she was in his grasp and she would just cry into him and he would hold her with open arms and always be there for her comfort.
After turning down Broadway, he came to a dark alley, where he found Jara lying helpless on the street.
"Jara!"Gerard screamed. He rushed hurriedly to her side and grabbed at her. He knealed down and saw her lifeless face. "Jara!"he continued. Jara moved little and didn't answer. "Jara,"Gerard began, trying to stay calm."Jara, we need to get out of here and back home.Jara, you need to get up right now. The sun's coming out and we need to get moving. Jara. Jara. Jara. Jara!"he began to shake her back in forth. Gerard began to look at Jara and her cut to her neck. Still in great worry, he examined it with a very serious face. He touched the wound and Jara gasped in pain.
"Oww, what do you think you're doing. Stop! Stop! Get off of me you creep!"Jara shrieked struggling and trying to push Gerard away. Her eyes were clenched shut and her wrists waving in the air while being held by Gerard's.
"Jara. Jara. Stop! It's me!"
She stopped struggling and fell back to the alleyway floor.
"Huhh. . . "Gerard sighed. He'd hate to have to wake up his poor tired mate again so he went back to looking at what had happened in this alley that had caused her such a bad cut. Then. . .
"Uh uh,"the shadowy figure said, waving his finger to and fro in a left-right pattern."I don't think so."he cried out in a rough tone of voice.
He held Jara in tightly. The frightened girl tried to break free of this maniac's firm grip, but it only caused herself more tiredness and damage.
"And why do you insist on trying to break free? Do you really think you're going to make it home safely? Do you really think I'm dumb enough to just let you waltz off and run away? Well,"He pushed Jara against a dumpster, her falling to the damp street floor."would you rather it be now, or later?"The man pulled out his knife once again. He came near the restless girl lying on the street and pulled her chin up to his face.
He brought the knife up to her skin, beginning to carve out the fresh on her neck. He kissed her affectionately. Jara winced in pain and disgust as the blood began to stream out and down her neckline.
She so badly knew she could get up and beat this guy down, but why wasn't she able to now? It was as if she had been drugged into not being capable of fighting back. So she continued, lying practically dead, still, silent, on the ground, with no will or power to fight back. Jara might as well have been dead, she wasn't doing anything. Nothing. She just lie there, still as a mouse, letting this guy who was armed, do what he wished. Every now and then, she'd struggle or grasp for help, but no one was there, no one was there who could assist this lifeless girl who was being taken over of by an unstoppable force. It was as if she were unconscious and wasn't able to take in anything that was happening around her.
At home, Gerard was getting extremely worried. No signs of Jara returning, and it being very near sunrise. He knew something was terribly wrong, and he had no idea of what to do. His long love was somewhere, who nows where, in the big city of lights. Who wouldn't have concern on their mind? At last, Gerard came to thew conclusion that he had to go find Jara. He left to go search for his destined partner.
He traveled, not this time by rooftop, but by foot. He covered his face with his hood, trying to avoid any light that the sun might begin to beam. He ran fast dowm the streets and sidewalks in a rush. Gerard quickly gazed down a dark alley and then would run through it. Now and then, he shouted Jara's name, hoping she would jump out and into his arms. He so wished that she was in his grasp and she would just cry into him and he would hold her with open arms and always be there for her comfort.
After turning down Broadway, he came to a dark alley, where he found Jara lying helpless on the street.
"Jara!"Gerard screamed. He rushed hurriedly to her side and grabbed at her. He knealed down and saw her lifeless face. "Jara!"he continued. Jara moved little and didn't answer. "Jara,"Gerard began, trying to stay calm."Jara, we need to get out of here and back home.Jara, you need to get up right now. The sun's coming out and we need to get moving. Jara. Jara. Jara. Jara!"he began to shake her back in forth. Gerard began to look at Jara and her cut to her neck. Still in great worry, he examined it with a very serious face. He touched the wound and Jara gasped in pain.
"Oww, what do you think you're doing. Stop! Stop! Get off of me you creep!"Jara shrieked struggling and trying to push Gerard away. Her eyes were clenched shut and her wrists waving in the air while being held by Gerard's.
"Jara. Jara. Stop! It's me!"
She stopped struggling and fell back to the alleyway floor.
"Huhh. . . "Gerard sighed. He'd hate to have to wake up his poor tired mate again so he went back to looking at what had happened in this alley that had caused her such a bad cut. Then. . .
