"Greenslie (1)" by Keri Ann: Keritsubo

Shadows shifted in the moonlight, a dark form moving among

them. Gold eyes peered out into the night, their glowing color

disappearing as the creature blinked. Opening again to be gold

for only a moment before becoming an eerie green. Patiently

watching as headlights became visible in the distance.

Stepping slowly from the tree line as the jeep drew nearer.

The headlights flashed over the slender form of black. The

driver brought the vehicle to a halt just after passing the figure

standing on the side of the near deserted highway. With a

slight creak the jeep door swung open, the over head light

flickering on to give Alex a good look at who he’d just picked

up.

In the small light, quite bright in the dead of night, the young

woman was rather plain. She had thick black hair, soft red lips

that were drawn in nothing short of a serious expression.

"Where ya heading, sweets?" He glanced over at her. About

his age, not yet out of high school, her toned form dressed in

black jeans and a black tank top. Her green eyes flashed at

him as the overhead light turned off with the sound of the

door shutting. There was a click of the woman’s tongue as his

only response so he continued.

"I’m heading into town. Greenslie ya know. Just a few miles

down. You goin’ there?" He glanced over at her, seeing just

barely the outline of her form, staring straight ahead.

"Yes," She replied simply, her tone having a natural pitch to it.

Though soft as it was, it was clear and distinct.

"All right, any place you wanna be dropped off?" He asked,

slowing up as they entered city limits.

"Darion’s" She said, again her speech was short no more than

an answer but no explanation.

"Okay, where’s he live?"

"Here."

Alex looked over at her, confused. Her responses were not

only short but expressionless, as though she was merely

stating fact.

"What do you mean?"

"Darion lives here," Her first response longer than a single

word.

"What do you mean here? In Greenslie?"

"Yes."

"Well where in Greenslie does he live?"

"Here," She repeated no change at all in her voice.

"Look if you don’t know where he lives just say so!" Alex

exclaimed, growing frustrated as he often did with his

five-year-old sister running around.

"He lives here, Alex," She said, glancing over at him. Her face

was just barely visible, green eyes were sharp seeming to

watch his every movement. He was taken back slightly when

she used his name. He didn’t remember telling her it and she

was no one familiar to him. Yet there was a friendliness to the

way she said it. As if they had, long ago, known one another.

"You are welcome to stay with me until we find him," Ale

said, reaching over and turning on the radio."

~ Another mysterious disappearance has occurred in the quiet

city of Greenslie. Celsie Jarton, a senior at Greenslie East

never made it home after softball practice. Though the 24

hour wait for her return is not yet up the police say it will be

yet another name added to the list of already four high school

girls abducted in the last few weeks. ~

Alex changed the station as the radio announcer finished her

report.

"He is here," the young woman repeated with a touch of

finality this time.

"You mean Darion is the man abducting those girls?" Alex

asked, shocked. Police had been stumped for weeks as to

who it was. Trying to solve the case as one after another, girls

were disappearing all around Greenslie. Rumor had it they

were about to call in the FBI. Now he picks up a hitchhiker

from just miles from Greenslie, who tells him this Darion

fellow is the kidnapper of these high school girls.

"Yes," She replied.

"But why?" Alex asked again, curiosity evident in his voice.

"He’s looking for me."

TO BE CONTINUED…