Why the Heck Not

Chapter 1

Can I have your opinion? If I was out in the woods, at night, and met a total stranger, what should I do?

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Whoa, whoa, whoa- before you ask what I was doing alone in the woods at night, I want your honest opinion. Seriously. Cause I don't want to screw this up.

Let me imagine what you're saying. "Run away!" I think I would probably do that. "Kick him where it hurts!" I might do that, too. "Pepper spray him!" That would be totally awesome, only if I had a can of pepper spray, and if he wasn't wearing a mask. "Call the police!" Sorry, no cell signal. Or cell phone.

So I think running away is my best option right now. And that's what I do. Except he chases after me. I don't stand a chance, now. I suck at gym. But with a burst of adrenaline I never thought I would have, I speed up.

Wow. This guy must have done cross country, or something, because he catches up to me and grabs my hand.

"Where are you going?" he asks me.

I'm too scared to answer. But somehow I do, and I say, "STRANGER DANGER!" and kick him. Where it hurts. Hard.

While he's recovering, I run. And run. I'm almost to my house when he tackles me.

Ouch. That freaking hurts. "GET OFF OF ME! I scream. Unfortunately for me, there's no body outside, or in the woods, except for me and this crazy dude who seems heck bent on stopping me.

"You can't tell anyone I'm here!" he hisses at me. He's on top of me, which is really awkward. I try to squirm away, but this guy is big. Not fat, but big. Like buff. He's wearing this red leather jacket and his on this weird sci-fi mask thingie. And blond hair. I hate to admit it, but gorgeous blond hair.

"W-who are you?" I stutter. Hey, it's perfectly appropriate for me to be scared right now.

"No one you need to know. If I let you up, will you not tell anybody I'm here?"

Idiot. "Okay," I lie. He gets off of me, which is a relief, and I sprint towards my house.

"HEY!" he shouts.

I'm running up to my front porch when something hits me, hard, from behind. Oww. I fall to the ground. I try to get back up, but it seems that I can't.

The guy comes and slings me over his shoulder.

Well. Why the heck not?

I'm not really good at writing action scenes. I know this is a really vague story, but trust me, it will make sense in further chapters. Sorry for the short chapter. I will update soon!