Accidental Encounter    
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
Be careful when you go out, you never know who you might bump into!


Accidental Encounter

John jolted back into life 'what the hell happened?' He looked around unsure
and confused about where he was and what was going on, he was lying on the
floor of a dark, damp and dimly light disused warehouse; well that's what it
looked like. He stared up towards the damaged and rotting roof that was high
above him, the missing section and holes in the roof let through some faint
light that told the man that it must be early evening or sometime around
there. He pushed himself up, he was cold and wet, he'd been lying on the
concrete floor and in a small puddle of water plus there was a steady stream
of drizzling rain falling through the broken roof.

John pushed himself over and out of the puddle, his head started to clear a
little so he could think 'Kevin!' Suddenly his thoughts collided together as
he realised he was alone, so where was his son, 'where was Kevin?' And what
the hell was going on here?

A few hours earlier and John had been out with his son Kevin, they had been
out it to the town doing the rounds of different music, video and games shops,
it had been some good Father and Son time. They had gone for a burger and
where on their way back to the carpark when John had bumped into a woman. He'd
not been paying attention, more interested in talking to his son and wanting
to get back home to watch the match, when he'd walked straight into the woman.
There had been a sudden impact and John had almost fallen over the woman that
he'd knocked down to the ground, and who was very plainly upset by the
'incident!'

The woman had been coming out of a shop, and if truth be told she probably
wasn't fully watching what was going on in front of her at the time. But it
had been John who'd bumped into her, so obviously he was the one in the wrong!
An embarrassed John reached out and tried to help the woman back up, he
apologised profusely for his action, assuring the woman that he was completely
at fault and hoping that she was alright. But the woman was having none of it,
she shouted and called John all sorts of names and basically caused a seen.
Which made it look like to any onlookers as if John was some kind of a
monster, rather than someone who had accidently bumped into the woman.

At this point John could see there was no winning this one so again just
apologised and walked off, if the woman couldn't take it for what it was, an
accident, then he had no time for her or her 'hissy' fit. He wasn't going to
stay so she could try and make a fool of him, so he and his son walked away.
John was a bit annoyed with himself that he let the woman get to him and the
way she tried to make him out to be the 'bad guy.' But still it was all over
with now and as John entered the multi storey carpark and made his way up the
stairwell to the 5th floor where he had parked ... ...

That was all John could remember, making his way up that stairwell, he
couldn't even remember if he made it to the 5th floor or not. Then the next
thing he knew, he was waking up here in this filthy, shadowy, rat infested
derelict. As if to underline the point a large rotten suddenly appeared by his
foot, John kicked out to shoo the vermin away, then he slowly started to get
up onto his knees and up to his feet. But before he was fully up "so you're
awake then?"

The sound of a voice echoed around the abandoned and empty large building "I
thought you were going to be asleep for a while longer" again the voice, John
looked around but the storehouse was empty, or so he though, so where did the
voice come from? "How do you feel, you was out for quite a while you know?"
Where was that voice coming from, that 'female' voice, 'yes defiantly female!'
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! Then there was the sound of footsteps, but still John
could not see who this was or tell where this was coming from.

The sound of the voice and the footsteps seemed to echo around just as if he
was in a large cave, the sound was all around him which added to the eerie
feeling all this gave the man. The room he was in was large, at least three
stores' high, but it was just one room. There was a series of metal walkways
and steps crisscrossing the room, and a number of pulleys and chains hung down
from the walkway. The ground floor was empty apart from a number of creates
and boxes, plus there was a large looking piece of machinery that stood over
to the far side of the room, 'perhaps she was behind that?'

John was now on his feet, his body felt a bit achy and tense as if had been
lying in the same position for too long, he stretched and rubbed his legs to
get the circulation going. He then made his way over to the machinery to find
this voice, and ultimately find out what the hell was going on here. He hadn't
forgotten about his Son Kevin, the man was still worried where he was and how
he was.

In the disused warehouse next to the rundown one that John was in, Kevin, his
son was lying on the floor. This warehouse was an in similar state of
disarray, it was gloomy, dirty and wet and Kevin just lay there quite still.
It would be a while before this one came too, and when he did he would be just
as confused and disorientated as his Father currently was.

John was on his feet and making his way over to the large piece of machinery,
hoping to find the voice and find some answers. CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! There
again was the sound of footsteps "are you trying to find me?" CLICK! CLICK!
CLICK! "I wouldn't go over there if I was you, I'm not there you know." This
was starting to get very tiresome and annoying "where are you? Who are you?
Where's my son?" The sound of a female, a young female, giggling now filled
the warehouse "WHERE ARE YOU?"

"Temper, temper, you don't want to get angry now do you and I did say I wasn't
over there, don't you believe me?" The echoing voice was really starting to
get to him and John's annoyance was now turning into anger as he called out to
the voice. He shouted obscenities and lashed out at her with his tongue, as
that was all he could do. As he got to the large piece of machinery he rushed
around it as if to try and catch whoever this was out. But he just run around
it as if he was trying to catch his own tail, and found no one, much to the
amusement of the young female voice, whose giggles again filled the air.

"I told you that I wasn't there ... ... " John stood still and looked around;
he clenched his fists 'If I get my hands on ... ... ' then suddenly the voice
was softer, quieter with no echo as if 'she' was stood behind him " ... ... I
not there, I'm right here!" John quickly threw himself around to face the ...
... WHACK! As he rushed around and before he could lay his eyes on whoever was
there something had hit him hard. The man staggered backwards as his eye's
closed and his head filled with blackness, then a multitude of different
colours, shapes and blurred silhouettes filled his head. He took a number of
steps back before he managed to steady himself and shake his head back into
some kind of normality.

John's eye's shoot open but there was no one there, he almost jumped around
looking for what, or who had struck him, his hand came up to his throbbing
nose and wiped away the trickle of blood that was running from it. John looked
down at his hand and the smeared blood on it, now he was really pissed off
"COME OUT!" If he got his hands on whoever was doing this, then ... ... "I'm
just here all you have to do is turn around." Again the voice was soft and
quiet, she was behind him, John spun around again, but this time he took a
step backwards to put a little distance between them. He didn't want to get
'caught out' by some cheap trick again, like last time.

As he came around the man got the first real look at this young woman and John
was quite surprise, well he didn't know what to expect, but he certainly
didn't expect her! The female was shorter than him and a young girl; she was
probably about the same age as his son, so that definitely took him by
surprise to start with. She was attractive, a pretty young thing with blue
eyes and short fair hair, she was wearing a tight fitting pair of black
legging and a white crop top. He could instantly see that she had a fine body,
very fine indeed and all this was finished off by her smile and the pair of
dark boots she worn and that he'd heard earlier.

The girl was holding onto one of the chains that were hanging down from the
overhead walkway, her arm wrapped around the chain as she gripped it tight
with her hand. For a young girl she looked very delightful to say the least,
and in any other circumstance John thoughts would have been completely
different, but not here and not now "Who are you? What's going on here? WHY
HAVE YOU ... ... " WHACK!

The girl had stood there, a slight smile on her face as the man had turned
around and she'd kind of enjoyed the sudden look of surprise on his face as
he'd seen her. She also got her first real look at the man; he was taller than
her, boarder and quite cute in his own way for a man just on the verge of the
big 4 0. In any other circumstance she might have found him 'interesting', but
for now she was not too impressed with the way he was questioning her and also
by the way he'd raised his voice to her. So she stopped him WHACK!

The girl, still holding onto the chain had kicked back and used the firm grip
she had to spin herself backwards, so her foot came shooting up and straight
into the bottom of John's jaw. The man went hurtling backwards under the force
of the severe blow, whilst the girl came rolling forward and back onto her
feet after spin upwards and hanging there completely upside down. As she came
back down onto her feet John fell back and onto the floor THUD! SPLASH!
Straight into another puddle of water that had formed on the floor thanks to
the leaky and damaged roof.

Before he could do anything, even think, the girl was rushing towards him; she
was too quick for him and too strong. The girl reached out and grabbed hold of
him, it was a firm, tight grip she had as she showed her strength by pulling
the man up off the floor and flinging him across the empty room. Was she just
'lucky' with that move or was she indeed that strong, John didn't have time to
answer the question as he went tumbling forwards. He tripped and stumbled over
his own feet until he came crashing down onto his knees.

As he hit the floor he desperately tried to look around for something,
anything, something to grab onto to defend himself, somewhere to escape
through or just somewhere to hide! WHACK! The girl's boot told him that he
should have been pay more attention to her than how to get out of his present
predicament. She kicked out again, the sound of the thud as the boot impacted
on the man's body echoed around the empty warehouse; the girl quite liked the
sound and went to kick him again. But this time John was more prepared as he
rolled out the way, causing the girl miss and making her stumble a little as
her foot over stretched itself.

With the girl 'distracted', by him rolling out the way John gave himself a
chance to get even further away and back up onto his feet. He was closer to
the large piece of machinery and for some reason it seemed to draw him towards
it, as if it where some kind of protection. As soon as he clambered back up
onto his feet the man ran, he ran towards the machinery and away from her!

As he got to it he managed to take a quick glance over his shoulder and back
towards her, he needed to know where she was and what she was doing. The girl
was still back where he had been on the ground, but now she looked irritated
even angry, and she was. She was annoyed with herself that a simple kick could
have gone so wrong, that the man had moved out the way and he'd not allowed
her to kick him. Now that really wasn't on, it wasn't on at all! She looked
over at him and he could clearly see the displeasure on her face. John carried
on and ran around the machine and out of sight of the girl, as if that would
save him somehow. But the chase was on as the sound of stiletto boots running
towards him filled the air CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

The sound of her running after him made John race around the machine, he
couldn't see her only hear her running footsteps as they got closer, they were
like two small children playing kiss chase and running around the kitchen
table after each other, as the girl chased the man. But he was sure that if
she caught up with him it wouldn't be a kiss that he would be getting!

He ran around and around the large machine, all the time there was the sound
of the girls running feet behind him, he ran faster and his heart raced as
well. He was sure that the clip, clip sound of the girl's stiletto boots was
getting closer and closer, but he daren't look around as that would just slow
him down. So he carried on running, he'd not run this far and this fast in a
long time, but all of a sudden he was struck by the lack of sound around him.
No longer was there the CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! sound, there was only the noise
of his own feet pounding the ground ... ... So if he couldn't hear her running
that meant that she wasn't behind him and she must have stopped?

Before he could fully make sense of all this information, and realise what was
happing, and then tell his feet to stop because she was probably waiting for
him around the next turning. He had turned the next corner and WHACK! He ran
straight into her, well straight into her fist, she'd timed it perfectly, so
as he came around the machine and met her knuckles! As she hit him his feet
carried on running forward but his head and body were sent flying backwards,
John was taken off his feet completely with one easy, but harsh, move.

The man rolled around the floor in agony, and this time he was in no fit state
to make any moves that would embarrass the girl again. But she didn't leave
him on the floor for long, the girl grabbed hold and yanked him upwards, John
struggled but THUD! A sharp blow to his gut stopped him from 'protesting' too
much. Then there was a new different feeling as something cold, hard and heavy
suddenly gripped around his neck, John had a horrible feel about this, that
was soon to be proved right as the chain around his neck was pulled tight!
UUUUHHHH!

John was right, the girl had wrapped one of those long chains that hung down
from the walkway around his neck, he struggled but THUD! Her fist drove back
into his gut to prevent the man from trying to escape, then she grabbed the
length of chain that hung down beside her and with both strong hands she'd
pulled on it. There was a sudden sound of clattering chains and pulleys, a
short pause then the chain around his neck began to tighten and John was
slowly hauled upwards. The man panicked and struggled to try and break free,
but he couldn't.

The strong girl raised John off the ground, his feet kicked out as he
struggled even more to escape the chains and their grip, but they were pulling
tighter and tighter around his throat and John was sure that this was the end.
When the girl had pulled him up high enough and the man just dangled there in
mid-air, she took a step back and WALLOP! AAAARRRRRR! She hit out, striking
hard and straight in front of her, as her powerful clenched fist was now just
at the right height and pounded into the hanging man's groin. His tender area
burst into fiery agony as the cold chain carried on choking him.

Between being 'hung' from the chain and being smashed in the groin John didn't
know which was the worse. But thankfully the girl must have been in a 'good'
mood as she released the chain and allowed John's hurt body to fall back down
to the floor. He dropped like a stone and hit the cold, damp floor, he hit it
hard, but he didn't worry about that, the pressure around his neck was gone
and he could breathe again. He didn't even notice that he's landed back into
another puddle of water, that was the least of his worries.

He spluttered as he took in deep breaths and filling his lungs again, the girl
reached down and unravelled the chain around his neck then kicked him, making
John roll away from her as if he was a piece of dirt to get out of the way.
Then there was the familiar CLIP! CLIP! CLIP! as she walked around the
coughing man, as if she was making her mind up about what to do next.

She decided and pulled him upwards, then once more she flung the man across
the floor, his aching, hurt body could only stumble and tumble CLIP! CLIP!
CLIP! The girl was coming for him, John tried to clear his head and get to
grips with what was happing to him and why? THUD! OOOHHHH! But he wasn't given
that much time to think these through. The girl had come after him, hit him
and dropped him down to his knees; to be precise her boot had come around and
after him, smashing into the man and dropping him back down to the cold floor.

As he hit the floor she flowed up with a second strike WHACK! UUUHHHH! Her
boot shot into his gut, she'd again caught him hard, driving the air out and
making the poor man gasp for breath. As his body jolted and jerked in an
effort to re-fill his lungs the sound of CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! could be heard
as the girl walked around him. Which was a better sound than the rapid
wheezing noise he was making. Eventually John caught his breath and was
controlling his breathing, he was thankful that she'd left him along so he
could at least do that.

But this short break had also given him time to think, no longer was he asking
the questions 'who' and 'why' but now it was 'when' and 'where', when would
she strike and where would she strike SMACK! His question was answered as she
struck now just as he got his breath back and she struck his torso with
another hard blow, this time knocking the man over and sending him rolling
across the dirty wet floor. When he came to a stop he didn't know if the water
that now covered his face was from the tears of hurt and agony that rolled
down his face or from the various puddles that he had found whist rolling
around.

The girl was onto him again and decided and dragged the injured and hurt John
up onto his knees SMACK! She slapped him hard across his face, a backhand that
drew blood from his lip, he tried to struggle but the girl again showed her
strength by grabbing onto him by his top and pulling him across the floor so
that he was now knelt in a familiar puddle of water. Not that this really
worried him, not as much as the second driving backhand that now pounded his
face as she got him where she wanted him.

Still holding onto him she now reached out to the side of her and onto another
chain that was hanging down close by her. John swallowed hard as he looked at
the smiling girl, whoever she was, holding that chain and the thought of it
around his throat, again, sent a cold shiver down his spine. He didn't want to
even try and imagine what was going through her mind right now, but suddenly a
sound grabbed both the girl and John's attention!

There was a creaking sound of an old, solid door being opened, the girl
smiled, released her hold on him and indicated to the far end of the
warehouse. John's head turn to where she had pointed as if she was telling him
something, he could see that there was now an open door, an escape! He didn't
need any other hints or instruction as he staggered up onto his feet and
headed for the 'exit.' He didn't think of 'how had the door suddenly opened'
or 'who had opened the door' he just headed for it. The girl stood there
holding onto the chain as the man drew on his reaming strength to get up and
run. As John scrambled to his feet and headed for the open door, the girl had
started to pull herself up the chain and towards the walkway high up above.
Now as John was running, and getting some speed up she was on the walkway and
running herself towards the far wall where the open door was, he was running
hard and she was running after him!

The clattering sound of the girl's boots along the metal walkway filled the
warehouse, it drowned out everything else, the sound pounded into John's head
making him run faster and faster, as it scared him! He ran and ran, the sound
of the girl running above him hammered into his brain, but he was getting
closer to the open door, closer and closer. He was almost there.

But suddenly the sound of the girl running high above stopped, John was still
running but something was wrong, the sudden quietness was too much, so had to
look up and around to see where she was, he knew he shouldn't, but had just
had too. As his head turned and looked up towards the walkway there was the
sight that he didn't want to see, it was her, the girl, she'd jumped off the
walkway and was flying through the air towards him. John could see those boots
of hers clearly as they were about to pound into him 'Oh God!' THUD!

Kevin, John's son, started to slowly come to, he thought he'd heard a loud cry
or scream that had woken him but his head was pounding so he wasn't sure. Then
slowly his head started to clear, it was quiet ... ... 'No' there was
something, there defiantly was a sound of CLIP! CLIP! CLIP! A sound that
started to fill his head.

As the older woman approached the young lad Kevin got his first real look at
her, she was tall, taller than him he guessed and was wearing a pair of tight
white legging and a black cropped top. She had a stunning body, toned and
shapely, in all the right places, she was also a good looking woman, probably
somewhere in her late 30's or so he thought. With long blond hair, hazel eyes,
red lips and a slightly wicked smile on her face. But there was something else
about this woman, as she got closer Kevin though he recognised her. Then he
realised that it was her! She was the woman that his Father had accidently
bumped into early that day, the woman that had berated his Father and tried to
blame him for her misfortune.

Kevin wondered where he was as he now started to notice his surroundings, it
looked like a large old warehouse of some kind. But what was going on, why was
he here, how had he got here and where was his Father? The woman was still
walking across the bare open floor to where the lad was laying, she now looked
as if she was smiling, but it gave Kevin an unnerving feeling. Again, where
was his Father? What had happened to his Father? And more to the point the lad
wondered what was going to happen to him ... ... ?