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by Alice from Gloucestershire | in writing, fiction

(Jodie is walking along a darker scarier looking road but is unfazed by it. She continues walking ignoring, the rubbish, the graffiti that scatter the streets until she feels something touch her shoulder. She turns around to see no one there.)

Jodie: Who's there?

(No reply)

Jodie: (voice more shaky) I said who's there?

(No reply. Jodie walks on until she hears a cold heartless quiet laugh behind her. She spins around into the empty darkness but sees no one. She is too scared to move)

Jodie: (Scared) I know that you're there, whoever you are.

(There's a quiet chuckle but from the left of Jodie. Really worried now, Jodie turns again to the left where the voice came from. Jodie starts to tremble in fear)

Jodie: If this is some sick joke Katie, it's not funny. You've had your fun now just beat it ok; I promise I will pay you now just go.

Stranger: (quiet spooky voice) Oh I'm no friend of yours that's for sure. You don't know me but I know you.

Jodie: (frightened) Are'are'are you someone from school, from'one of'my classes?

(She backs into a flickering street lamp)

Stranger: No. Don't even go to your school

Jodie: (quavering) Who are you? What do you want? And how do you know me if you don't go to my school?

Stranger: Well let me put it this way.

(The stranger grabs Jodie's thin jacket, relieving a fat white hand in the lamp light)

I am your worst nightmare come true.

(He let goes of her jacket and pushes her to the floor)

But do what I say and I won't hurt you.

Jodie: Err no thanks.

(Jodie gets up and runs away as fast as she can down the street. His feet can be heard behind her but Jodie doesn't turn around. Jodie doesn't run for long. The high heels she wears makes her slower and slower until the same white hand can be seen on her shoulder he stops her and turns her around. Jodie is stood under a lamp that isn't flickering but the man isn't in the light again. Jodie's mobile phone then rings)

Stranger: (Demanding) Who is that?

Jodie: (Mutters) I don't know.

Stranger: (angry, grabs her) Who?

Jodie: (Upset) I don't know. But whoever you are please let me go, I want to go home.

Stranger: You're not going anywhere missy (he lets go of her again).

(Jodie starts crying)

Stranger: And you can pack in all the crying, it won't get you anywhere. Now give me the phone.

Jodie: (mutters) No.

Stranger: (shouts) Give it to me now!

Jodie: No I won't.

Stranger: Then I'll have to teach some sense into you.

(The stranger pulls out a sliver revolver of his pocket it shines and glistens in the lamplight.)

Stranger: Now don't tempt me, because I will if I have too, and I will do it, I've done plenty of times before and I'll do it to you. I'll shot you and leave you lying in the street, no witnesses, no evidence, and no proof. And no one will really care because I know where you live and I'll shot your family too, the lot of them. Your brother Tom, your mother, Stacey, your younger sister Florence and even your pet goldfish, Tony if I have to so hand it over, (shouts) now!

(Jodie sobbing quietly hands the phone over to the man. The man puts the gun back into his pocket)

Jodie: (sniffing) But I don't even know who you are, what's your name, where you live, what you even look like. I certainly don't recognise your voice, so just tell me, please I'm begging you. Tell me who you are and what do you want with me and (starts crying) let me go!

Stranger: Why? So you can run along and tell the cops I don't think so.

(He pulls the silver gun out from his pocket)

But if you want to try me'

Jodie: (sobbing) No. I promise I will not escape from you or question you Sir, I'm so sorry.
(Jodie breaks into tears and starts crying)

Stranger: And that applies for crying or shouting. I'll have none of it you hear me?

(Jodie nods her head sadly)

Stranger: Good, now come on, we have a long way to travel and very little time to do it.

Jodie: Where are we going?

(The man tightens grip again)

Sorry Sir.

Stranger: We are going hundreds of miles from here just in case you change your mind out our agreement. Come on.

(The man takes Jodie by the hands and leads the way to a transit van with no windows.)

Stranger: This is our transport; you will be in the back. Any problems?

(Jodie shakes head)

Stranger: Good. Now you will address me as your master, nothing else, you will only speak when spoken to and you will not complain about anything I say or ask you to do. You fine with that?

Jodie: (Head hung low) Yes master.

Stranger: Finally, put this on.

(He gives her a blindfold)

Don't want you knowing the way back home do we?

(Jodie doesn't answer)

Stranger: I don't want to really hurt you Jodie, trust me I don't, but just don't annoy me or I will be forced to hurt you. But come on into the van why don't you?

(The stranger opens the back doors of the van and helps the blindfolded Jodie into the van. He then shuts the doors and climbs into the front seat. He turns on the engine)

Stranger: Well off we go then.

(The van drives off)

Jodie: (a very quiet whisper to herself) I don't know who you are, don't know what you're going to do to me or what you look like but know one thing and that is your name. Death.

END OF SCENE

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It's the start of a play about a 13 year old girl who falls prey to a man who wishes to steal her. But who this cloaked man is and why he's there for her she doesn't know.

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