Subject:  CHAPTER 2 |
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Date Posted: 14:40:31 12/03/01 Mon
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Kitkat
's message, ""Enemy at the Gates" - short repost from "Come to Me, My Love"" on 11:47:12 12/02/01 Sun
Chapter 2
With the screw clutched firmly in her hand, Nikita walks purposely to the rear window. CR4 locks are spring-loaded and like so many security measures, are designed to deter honest people. They provide little challenge to a practiced criminal. In a matter of minutes, the window is open.
Moving quickly, she turns off the bathroom light, fluffs the pillows in the center of the bed, and then covers them with the bedspread. Nikita knows that this will not fool the man holding her hostage, but the compulsion is too strong to resist. Next, she ties the two bed-sheets together end to end and then ties one of the remaining ends to the bedpost nearest the window. She now has about sixteen feet of makeshift rope.
After a final trip to the bathroom and a large drink from the faucet, she’s ready to begin her escape. As she passes the locked door she listens for any sound which might alert her to Michael’ presence. She hears nothing.
The window opens quietly. Sticking out her head to get a better look, she checks the visible ground scrupulously for any movement. A hoot owl in the distance urges her to make good use of the passing darkness. She throws the makeshift rope out of the window and slips over the ledge. Her feet immediately settle on one of the logs below. A window climber can’t ask for a better ladder than a log cabin. The solid footholds that are provided by the firm round logs almost eliminate the need for a rope.
Nikita reaches the ground and immediately seeks the cover of the dark woods. Pumped up with adrenaline, she feels invincible and exhilarated. She turns to look back at the cabin. The twisted sheets hanging limply against the darkness of the house look like a raised scar in the glare of the moon’s white light.
Behind her, the woods stretch forth endlessly. She dreads their ink-black darkness and unseen dangers. The distant howl of a lone wolf interrupts the stillness of the night. Cold shivers ripple across her body and settle somewhere deep inside where butterflies like to flutter.
Suddenly, Nikita feels fevered and alone. The locked room with its locked windows
seemed safe and inviting, causing her to doubt the rashness of her impulsive departure.
Green eyes showing kindness flood her memory and fill her with regret, but green eyes flashing in anger banish her fears and persuade her feet to step boldly into the darkness.
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