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A Story by Alex Flynn
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An escaped mental patient causes trouble when she escapes. (I'm not good at descriptions, sorry)

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The night was cold and dry. The only sound was the occasional gust of wind blowing through the trees. A steady snow was beginning to fall around the darkened forest. It was almost a perfect scene. The only thing wrong was the girl. She was slumped against a tree, motionless, seemingly asleep. This, though, was not the case. The girl was listening, listening for the footsteps that would inevitably come for her.

She was a small girl, blond, with hazel eyes. She was wearing a plain white cotton nightgown, not suited for the cold that night brings. She sat shivering against the tree. Frostbite was certain. Silently she sat. Hour after hour as the cold seeped deeper and deeper into her bones, until she heard them, the footsteps had finally arrived. Closer and closer they crept until a man’s voice interrupted the silence.

            “Rose! There you are! My God…” the girl had looked up, her face was blue, and her hands were severely frostbitten. “We need to get you back. You’re not safe here.”

            “No…” the girl mumbled, it was barely audible.

            “Yes, Rose, now,” he gave a slight tug on her arm.

            “No!” She screamed.

            “Rose, why the hell would you want to stay out here?!” Rose simply pointed to her right. The man went over to investigate. It didn’t take him long. “My God… Rose…” The body lay face down on the ground, though, the damage was quite noticeable. Blood leaked out onto snow.

            Now, it was the man’s turn to shake. He slowly took his radio off his belt and held to his mouth. Hesitantly he began to speak, “Phil, we’ve got another one. She’s done it again. I’m about two miles east. Yeah. Ok. I’m bringing her back now.” He slowly put the radio back on his belt and sighed deeply. “Ok Rose, we need to go back now,” he turned to face her, but all he found were her footsteps retreating farther into the woods. “Rose? Rose?! Goddammit Rose!” he took off in a sprint and yanked the radio back off his belt. “She’s gone! She took off again! I only turned around for a second! I need some help out here! Hurry, before she finds another one!”

“What do you mean you lost her?! She’s beyond dangerous Johnathan!” the radio urgently replied.

“You don’t think I already know that! Just send help!” he practically screamed into the radio. He fumbled as he attempted to put it back onto his belt. Johnathan slowed to a jog. He was desperately gasping for breath, and his side ached terribly. “Rose, where have you gone…?” his radio crackled before the voice spoke, “Johnathan, where are you? Did you find her?” silence, “Johnathan, answer me!”

Johnathan slowly unhooked the radio from his belt once more, “No, she’s long gone by now. Probably hiding in a cave or something,” he paused, “I’ll be back soon.” The radio was put back onto his belt. He sighed. There was a rustle in a bush nearby. Johnathan turned quickly, eyes peeled, and ears alert. “Damn squirrels. They’re gonna give me whiplash.”

Johnathan quickly returned back to the institution, keeping his eyes and ears open, but there was still no sign of that little blond girl. By the time he arrived back, it was very late, and the snow was piling up. “Long night John?” the other man chuckled.

“Shut up Stan. Where’s Phil?” Johnathan replied.

Stan looked at his watch, “Should be making his rounds. At least he was about five minutes ago. Might be finished by now, who knows?”

“Thanks,” John waved the man off as he brushed past him through the door. Johnathan walked slowly through the double doors leading into the main hallway. He walked up to the security desk and glanced at the wall of monitors, “Looking for something?” Johnathan jumped and spun around, “D****t Phil, you almost gave me a heart attack. Don’t sneak up on me like that,”

“A heart attack might be the least of your worries right now. When the Boss finds out you lost her, he’s gonna have your head.”

“Yeah, I know,” Johnathan sighed, “Have you called him yet?”

“No, not yet, haven’t had time,” he paused, “You know I have to though.”

“I know.”

Phil moved around the desk and sat down in an oversized black desk chair. He picked up the phone and held it to his ear, his other hand resting on the dial pad, he looked up, “You should go home, this isn’t going to be a fun phone call, and there’s nothing more for you to do,” Johnathan just nodded slightly and retraced his steps back out the doors.

It was a month later and Johnathan was out of a job, had moved into a crappy one room apartment, and to make everything so much better, there was still no sign of Rose. The little blond girl had managed to escape him, the rest of the security force, the local police, and, as of recently, the FBI.

It was six o’clock in the morning, and with another sleepless night under his belt, Johnathan slowly pulled himself out of bed and turned on the morning news. “Not as though it matters,” he mumbled to himself as he pressed the little red button on his remote. It turned on to a commercial about hardwood floors before the actual news came back.

“The Kingsley county Humane Society will be having a fundraiser this Thursday starting at seven p.m.,” The overly peppy news anchor chirped before the weatherman took over the screen. More rain. Johnathan wasn’t really listening as he scanned the newspaper desperately searching for another job. “The Blackhawk Institution has given notice that a very dangerous patient has been lost from their facility” Johnathan put down the paper, and turned to the t.v. in time to see Rose’s picture flash onto the screen, “If you have seen this girl, please inform your local authorities. Do not attempt to approach her. She is very dangerous” Now, that was interesting news. He flicked off the t.v. “There’s going to be hell raised over this,” He folded his paper and set it on the table, “So much for keeping the public in the dark about her.”

© 2013 Alex Flynn


Author's Note

Alex Flynn
This was a story for and english calls, and I decided to expand on it. It's not close to done, so any comments would be great! Any other character name suggestions would be great! Thank you in advance!

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