“I hope you enjoy travelling.” Those were the last words I heard before everything went black. When I woke again, I struggled to open my eyes but my vision was obscured. There was something over my head, a hood that felt heavier than necessary. I could tell that I was in a moving vehicle, but I couldn’t know where I was going. The sound and feel of the asphalt underneath the vehicle’s tires was oddly comforting, but that feeling of comfort wouldn’t last. Trying to speak felt impossible. My throat was dry and I half-croaked instead, “Where am I?”
A cold, calculating laugh was the answer I received. “Caleb, Caleb, Caleb…” It was a woman’s voice, rough from years of smoking. “Why would I tell you where you are? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of the blindfold? The question you should be asking is, ‘How long will they let me live?'” There was a darkness and sick pleasure that she took from her last question that made a bitter, cold feeling travel up my spine. She laughed at my fear. Out of the very corner of the hood I was wearing, I could see blood red stiletto heels with sharp metal points. Shoes that could kill.
My feet and hands were bound. I tried to struggle, but the zip ties were too tight. Where was I going to go anyway? The woman’s laughter stopped long enough to let my mind clear. It suddenly hit me, “Where’s Juli–” Before the words fully formed, my body slammed against the back of the driver’s seat. The tires squealed and I could smell acrid fumes and smoke. The car rolled like we were in the spin cycle of my Grandma’s old dryer. My hood came loose and I couldn’t see the woman in heels anymore. The driver’s face was smashed in; blood was everywhere.
Crawling out of the car, the ties that held my feet got caught on the mangled metal of the car. Shit. This is the only chance I’ve got to escape. But someone was fast on my trail. Click. Click. Click. It had to be the woman in heels. The adrenaline pumping through my veins helped me get my feet free. Looking about frantically for an escape path, there were plenty of options but what would work? There was enough wreckage that maybe I could hide for long enough to get my hands free but there was no time. I ducked into a warehouse building.
A dark and sinister laugh followed me into the warehouse. Click. Click. Click. The sounds of her stilettos on the concrete would haunt me for the rest of my life, however long I might have left. There were dozens of pallets and crates lining the walls and forming a maze. Peering around a crate, I caught a glimpse of her heels
“Caleb, dear…You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easy now, did you?” The sound of her gun being cocked made me stop in my tracks. Closing my eyes tightly, I braced myself. This is it. It’s all over now.
Guns fired. Bodies fell, but they weren’t mine.