Annabelle couldn't believe she had forgotten her purse in the office. Would she even be able to get up there to get it? After the murder security in the building had gone insane. Even more cameras were installed all over the place, and security was doubled. She doubted showing the guard a head shot would get her into the building.
She got off of the red line, and headed towards the large, frosted glass front doors to the buidling. She gave them a tug. No big surprise that they were locked. She tried to peak inside to see if there was a guard, somebody around.
She saw a figure dart through the lobby quickly, and then vanish around a corner.
"Hello?" She banged on the door. "Hey, can you let me in?"
There was no response.
"Damn it." She gave the lobby one more quick look, but it was empty.
She walked over towards the entrance to the parking garage, and saw the the large steel garage door was open. That was a start.
Slowly she descended the steep hill into the garage. At that point she was wishing she had traded her heels for something a little more sensible. Steep inclinces and six-inch stilletos were not a good match.
She made it into the garage with a slightly bruised butt and a little scrape on her knee, but nothing serious.
The whole setting was kind of creepy. The lights were dimmed, and all the cement pillars blocked so many areas from view. She reached for her mace, and came up empty handed. Of course she did. She had forget her mace in her purse, which was in the studio upstairs.
She walked over to the heavy steel door that led to the stairs into the building. She pushed. It didn't open.
"Great." She turned, leaning against the door. The cool metal made her jump slightly.
Then she saw the car, still running, headlights on.
She ran to it as quick as she could, ignoring the fact that she probably resembled Peg Bundy.
"Hey, can you help me!" She waved her arms over her head, trying to get the driver's attention.
The car looked familiar.
Then she stopped dead in her tracks.
Slumped over the wheel was Kurt.
She ran, ignoring the pain when she rolled her ankles. He didn't look good, and she was not going to let high fashion stop her from helping someone.
She pulled the driver's side door open and screamed.
Kurt's back was a bloody mess. She took a step back, ready to run when she heard him moan.
He was still alive. She reached for her cellphone, and again came up empty handed. Damn it, her cell was in her purse, which was in the...
She had to think quickly. She looked over Kurt's body, and there, in the cup holder was his cellphone.
"I'm so sorry, but this is for your own good." She gently lifted Kurt up, sliding her arm under him, and grabbed the cell. Before she could pull her arm back, he grabbed her.
"Is he still here?" His voice was weak, but the terror in his eyes was strong.
"No, it's just you and me." She spoke softly, gently pulling her arm from his grasp.
She checked for a signal, and was surprised to find that she had one. She dialed 911 and worked through automated prompt system until she finally got an operator.
"You're not safe." He was looking at her, his face covered in blood.
"Help will be here any minute." Annabelle knelt down next to him, placing her hand on his forehead. "Just hang in there, okay?"
Kurt nodded, but she could tell he was ready to slip back into an unconcious state. Then she heard the stairway door slam. They both looked up, and standing in the middle of the parking structure was the hooded figure.
Kurt started to scream, but he couldn't muster the sound. Annabelle stood, her feet frozen to the ground. She couldn't speak, she couldn't move. She was just glad she hadn't wet herself yet.
The figure raised their knife, Kurt's blood still glistening on the blood, and made a slashing movement, then ran off just as the sound of the siren's filled the parking garage.
When she finally snapped back into reality she noticed that Kurt was grasping onto her waist. He looked up at her like a scared child.
She gently ran her hand through his hair.
"It's okay. Help is here." She smiled.
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