Death’s Kiss
His touch made her skin crawl. If there weren’t any cameras, Keira, would have felt
goosebumps forming on her arms and a chill down her spine. She knew he was waiting..it
was only a matter of time when she would be his.
* * *
Five months later, Keira woke up in a hospital not knowing where she was nor how she got
there. Something told her she wasn’t safe. If she doesn’t get up now, she would die without
anyone ever knowing. Getting up was harder than she thought. Her body wouldn’t budge an
inch. She kept on pushing herself to move, nothing but sweat dripping down her forehead.
She felt tired. Where am I? Then she heard a door open and then she saw him. A blood
curling scream left her lunges just as he stuck the needle in her arm. All went black.
* * *
It has been two weeks since the dead woman’s body popped up on TV. She was drugged,
rapped, and died at the hands of a serial killer. No one knew who was behind it nor why. But
Maddie did. She knew the man who was evil enough to do those things and get away with it.
Hell, he even had his own private hospital, where it looked normal to outsiders but was
anything but that. It was known to the few survivors, if any, as the Kiss of Death.
The man had money and power. No one could defy him. He choose his victims. Once he
choose you, you were stalked, photographed, followed and then somehow ended up in his
hospital. Once there, victims had a no way out. At least not for any of the newer victims.
Maddie was one of the earlier ones who managed to barely escape the lunatic’s hands. She
almost died and ended up like that woman on TV. Maddie knew that the psycho would still
come after her, which was why she changed her legal name and appearance and moved
many states away as she could in a place where no one would go unless, there were crazy
or running away from death just like she was. Cats may have nine lives, but humans only get
one. There was no way Maddie was going to put herself out in public’s eyes to help catch
the psycho who is now a loose serial killer. The woman on TV matched Maddie’s own looks
and was body number eighth. Was he taunting her? Was he trying to say, I am still coming
after you? You can’t hide forever. Maddie shivered and turned the TV off. She had enough of
the news. She had to concentrate on getting enough wood in her cabin for heat before the
snow storm hit.
***
He’s still out there.
She’s still hiding.
Bodies are adding up and the deaths are getting closer …to
where she lives.