Night Hunter: Chapter 1 by Seth Eddings

"Its ok honey, I mean it's just a game right?" Amy said to comfort her boyfriend. She tried to make him feel better after his 8th straight game loss. He was a senior in high school, Amy was too.             Amy was 17, about 5'5 and must have weighed about 115lbs. She was a track and cross-country runner. She was blond with blue eyes. She was also smart, very intelligent. Amy was one of the few kids at her high school that has a 4.0 grade point average. James was her boyfriend. He's 6ft even, and about 160lbs. He played basketball. He put on 30 lbs from steroid abuse. He was tired of his teammates calling him, chicken shit, for being so tall and skinny. He too was somewhat intelligent. He had a 3.4 grade point average, most of the time. He had black hair with brown eyes. He's been just an average high school kid. "Ya, I guess so," James said in disappointed tone. Amy hugged him tight and pushed her chest up against him on purpose to make her boyfriend feel better. "Do you want me to take you to my home and make you dinner?" Amy asked. She loved him so much, that she would do anything to make him feel better. She had cooked for him before, and he had loved it. "Uhhhh, no thanks, not to night Hun, We have like a meeting or something to like a team meeting or something. I don't know, hopefully coach will figure something out to help us stat winning. Sorry Hun," James said. "It's ok, what about tomorrow night?" Amy said I a hopeful tone, and a smile. "Uhhh, ya, I guess that'll work for me." James said, but he wouldn't make eye contact with Amy. Amy just thought that he was disappointed from loosing, again. "YAAA-uh" Amy said, followed by a kiss on the cheek. "ANDERSON! Get off that female, and hustle your ass to the locker room! Our team meeting is in 5!" James's coach yelled at him from across the court. "I got to go, bye," James said quickly and gave Amy a quick kiss on the cheek. James hustled; he knew his coach meant business when his coach used his last name "Bye," Amy tried to say, but James left quickly to the locker room, with his coach screaming at the back of his head, to hurry up. "Geese, why don't you lighten up a lil'," Amy said under her breath, to herself. She hated it when people yelled at her Jamey like that. Amy was ready to fight an entire crowd once, when James missed the winning free throw, the crowd booed him, and Amy stood up and yelled at them to shut up. She was small, but a tuff little girl. Amy saw one of her girlfriends, and decided to talk to her. Amy's friend wanted to know if Amy was willing to go to a house party. Although she was grateful for the offer, she had to say no. If Amy's parents found out that she went to a house party, with boys drinking, and low lives smoking weed, she would be grounded for life. They chatted for about 15-20 minutes, until Amy said she had to go. She walked out of the gym and out to the parking lot. On the way there she passed the boys locker room. She could hear the coach yelling at the basketball team. "FUCK ANDERSON!" the coach was screaming at James. Amy heard but didn't look in. All she could see was the coach standing in front of a crowd (the varsity boy's basketball team) "Go easy on them coach," Amy said in her head. She opened the exit of the gym hallway doors and walked out to the parking lot. It was really dark outside, even with half the over lights on in the parking lot. Thankfully Amy had parked under a working one. There was no one in sight, not even any parked cars. Only her car was in the parking lot, the basketball team and the coach park on the other side of the gym. All the other parents and students had already left. Amy was beating herself up about talking for so long for, and talking. Now look where it got her.  It was dark, quiet, and a cold; it was a cold parking lot. Amy hesitated before walking to her car. She said a little prayer and began walking to her car, which was the farthest spot possible.  Walking under flickering lights and in almost total darkness, Amy felt so alone. She was so scared. She had that strange feeling as if she was being watched. She didn't know this at the time, but she was being watched. It seemed as if it was such a long walk. It was cold out, or at least Amy thought so. She was wearing a white cloth short skirt that came up to her mid thigh. She was wearing her favorite converts. She had on a spaghetti strap under one of James's hoodies. It was too big on her, she found it amusing though. She passed one the flickering lights. She didn't like at them, they scared her. They reminded her of a bad dream. She was brave and strong when James was around, but knows she was overwhelmed with fear. She couldn't help but think some one was watching her. But from where? No ones car was here and every one had already left. It felt like someone was poking her in the back of the dead with two fingers. Some one was definitely watching her, and she couldn't see them. She started walking faster, with a galloped in her step. "Almost there," She said to herself in the darkness. She was only 5 yards from the car. She can escape from the darkness. She leaped the last couple of yards. She lay, when she Finlay got to it she car giving it a hug type of a deal. She was so relieved that she finally made it to the car. She dared not to look behind her, to see if anyone was watching her. "Get in and leave, jus leave, get in your car and just leave. Get in and go home," Amy panting under her breathes, while she was fettling with her keys. She walked over to the driver's side of the car. CRUNCH. The sound came from under Amy's feet. She looked down to see shattered glass around her car. At first Amy thought that someone had broke her windows to get into her car, but all her winnows were fine. No one had touched them. They were perfectly fine, just like there always are. This couldn't of been glass from her car anyways, her windows where tinted, the glass on the ground was clear. "My car is fine, the glass is from and other car," Amy thought to herself. She sniffed "Is that gas?" Amy looked under the car using her flashlight was no leak, and her gas cap was on. Amy was kind of puzzled and felt like she really wanted to leave now. She pushed the unlock button on her key, and the car unlocked with two beeps, and a flash from her high beams. She opened the door and started to step in. She was half way in when "FLASH" her whole car was filled with light. Amy couldn't see anything. She felt panic come over her. She jumped in her car, and closed the door, and locked it. That's when she heard a huge door open, and slam close. Big footsteps came toward her car. Amy checked to make sure her doors where locked. Who ever it was stepped in front of the high beams casting a great shadow over Amy's car. Amy could see him now. He was a great big man about 6'5, and most of weighed 275 of muscle, and beer fat. He had long black peppered hair that looked like he hadn't washed it in weeks, from the greasy tips. He had a big black beard with spots of gray. He was wearing dark blue overalls that where covered in car oil stains, and grease. Under his dirty overalls he had a white t-shirt with food stains on it, and brown stains under his armpits. His boots where big and black. Amy took one look at him and didn't want anything to do with him. She started her engine. TAP, TAP, TAP. The mans hairy knuckles taped on her window. Amy just thought about leavening, but she didn't want to be rude, as much as she wanted to leave, she didn't. "Uhhhhh, excuse me ma'am," the big man said. He had a southern, almost caging accent. "Can you please roll down ya'all's winda? I need to talk to yea." Amy hesitated; she didn't want him reaching into her car. She thought about it, and rolled the widow only 2 inches down, she would be safe enough. This way she could talk to him too. Her window was a manual window, the ones where you had to crank it in a clockwise rotation. She rotated half a turn, her engine was still running. "Yes?" Amy asked in a patient voice. Amy didn't want to let the man know that she was really afraid, and panicking she could see bites of food in his beard, and dried out flakes of his skin covering part of his beard. "Excuse me, but I was wondering if you would get out of ya'll's car." The big man said as he put his hands on his roof. Amy saw on his overalls, there was a name imbruted on it, it read Jeb. Amy could smell his breath, and see his yellow and black, crooked teeth. His bottom lip was full of chewing tobacco. Amy didn't say anything. "The man "Jeb" wanted me to get out of my car?" Amy said to herself. "No way am I leaving this car." "Excuse me?" Amy asked. "Oh, why, my names, Jeb, its short for Jebidia," Jeb Said. Amy just looked at him. "So I was just wondering if you would get out of this lil car, and get into my truck. I'll drive you any where you wana go." The tone of his voice sounded like he was trying to convince Amy of something. He also sounded nervous, like had never talked to women before. "Get the Fuck away from me you creep!" Amy wanted to say, but she didn't, she said,   "No thank you that's ok. I should go now." "But, but, you need to get out of your car, and get into mine." Jeb said in a tone, as if he didn't understand, "Well, maybe I can get into the car with you, do you think that…" "No, leave me alone, or I'll, I'll call the cops!" Jeb just stared at her. He talked again. "Listen Little Lady, earthier you're getting out of this little car, or I'm making you," Jeb said in a deep voice. That's all Amy needed to hear, she buckled her seat belt and adjusted her mirrors, ignoring Jeb completely on purpose. Before Amy could get her car into gear, Jeb forced his hands into her car window. Amy let out a blood-curtailing scream. Jeb forced the window down all the way into the door. The manual window crank spun fast in a clockwise rotation. Jeb was got in side the car.