The Prey

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic


The Prey

The car thudded and jolted down the pot holes. She hadn't remembered the surface being this bad, but it had been a while since she had been out this way. It was last autumn in fact, and now the early spring, single-lane road was bearing the scars of a harsh winter. A lot of other things had changed.

She glanced in the rear-view mirror noting the two distant headlights that had been tailing her for the past thirty minutes, maintaining their gap. She knew that the person or persons in the car were in the pay of Adams. Not his real name of course, an assumed one that he ran his businesses under, both the legitimate and shady ones. She was this close to finding out his real identity, and with it the trail of deceit, law-breaking and murder that he had blazed in the murky underworld of international crime. This story would make her career.

The car jerked to a stop and the front offside leant downwards towards the earth, as if indicating that this was where she was headed. She flung the door open and strode round, the wheel bent in at an awkward angle. Sorry love, but you're on your own now, it said. She cursed and looked back towards the way she had come. The headlights were gaining. They'd seen she had stopped and were going to take their opportunity. They were professionals after all.

She looked ahead now, calculating how long it would take her to get to the unseen hotel. If she ran she could make it before they caught up with her. She needed to run, now.  Grabbing the memory stick from the car she forced her feet forwards.

She could hear the car gaining as the building came into view ahead. Soft-glow lights from within inviting the traveller to rest. Here is warmth, they called, here is sanctuary. She ran. Eyes streaming in the cold, breath shallow and burning. She didn't look behind.

The car engine cut out and she heard doors slam, two of them. Then heavy footsteps pursuing. Catching. She pushed herself onward, tearing down the path to the hotel. A hand grasped for her coat sleeve. It snagged on a sliver of material then it was gone. Footsteps behind stumbled. Her hand clutched at the front door handle. A hand grabbed her shoulder pulling her away, and then another around her mouth to muffle her scream. She kicked out wildly as she watched the lights fade from view.

 


Submitted: February 11, 2018

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