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her anything, and neither the doctor nor the pilot had spoken a word. "What do
you want me to do?" she asked.
The man held up a hand, indicating for her to remain still. The man came
forward until he was less than five feet from her, just out of arm's reach. She
tried to smile and stood slightly straighter, thrusting her chest out. She would
do anything to make it through this night, she told herself. And she silently
promised to get the hell out of Seattle and go back to her hometown on the first
thing moving as soon as she was back in civilization.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked once more.
"Run."
The voice as much as the word sent a chill up her spine. She had never heard
such a cold voice.
"What?"
"Run or I will kill you here. You have a chance in the woods." Then he
laughed.
She turned and sprinted for the forest, losing a shoe in the first five feet
and not even noticing.
The man remained in the clearing, watching as she disappeared among the thick
tree trunks. He gave her a few minutes, knowing the running would get her heart
pounding and the blood coursing through her veins.
He cocked his head, listening to her crash through the undergrowth. She was
easy enough to track by sound, even without the benefit of his exaggerated night
vision. He started after her. He silently made his way through the forest,
passing her without being noticed, then moving to a point where she would come
shortly.
 The shock on her face when she bumped into him was exquisite. She gasped,
staggered back, then dashed off in

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another direction. As she ran off, he put a hand to his jacket and touched where
her sweat and tears had made a small wet spot. He rubbed it with the tip of a
finger, then brought that finger to his nose, inhaling. He smiled at the
familiar scent of human fear.
He intercepted her five more times over the course of the next three hours.
Sending her blindly off into the forest each time, redirecting her. She was
moving more and more slowly, but still moving. He'd had some just quit. Drop to
the ground and curl in a ball whimpering. Such were almost not worth taking.
Almost.
An hour before dawn, the girl came out of the forest, emerging onto a
perfectly cut lawn. She fell to her knees as she looked about. The moon was
finally up, and she could see a magnificent house about fifty meters ahead. A
mansion stretching almost a hundred meters left and right, sitting on a
promontory overlooking Puget Sound. She could see the lights of Seattle beyond
the house, on the other side of the water. The Space Needle. Her hometown was
beyond the city, in the mountains. It was a beautiful night, a clear sky, and
she could see the white-topped peaks.
She scrambled to her feet, crying out for help. She ran toward a wooden door
set at ground level and pounded on it, screaming, looking over her shoulder,
afraid he would appear at the last minute.