Prologue
”Hey, she’s still alive!” Screamed the man in the back of the van.
“What are you talking about?” The driver asked and turned around. To his shock, he saw movement coming from the body bag in the back. He hits the breaks in his state of shock. It wasn’t possible. Surely, the girl had been dead, when they had picked her up at the morgue. The girl ripped the body bag open from within and got up. She was breathing heavily and disoriented. Asking for where she was. The man in the back of the van attempted to grab her, but the girl pushed him off her with one hand, with ease.
“Shoot her!” The driver screamed, but it was too late. The girl had gotten to her feet and jumped out of the back of the van, ripping the doors of their hinges. Like a wild animal, she ran out into the dark night, heading into the woods.
The driver got out of the van, taking out his gun. The man in the back followed, him too with gun pulled. They were not going to lose the asset. The duo entered the woods and tried to track her with the aid of their flashlights. The freak was fast, no doubt about it. The girl had less than a minute head start, yet they couldn’t see her in the darkness. For over an hour, they engaged in a futile hunt for the girl. They couldn’t find her. It was too dark, and she hadn’t left many traces for them to follow. Eventually, they realized that they had no other choice. The driver got out his cellphone and made the call.
“Mr. Luthor? The package has disappeared, sir.” The driver paused while the person on the other end responded. ”Yes, sir. She appeared to be, when we first picked her up. You did say that this wasn’t the first time this had happened with her. We’re gonna need help to find her.”
Within two hours, another two vans had arrived at the scene, with more men and dogs. Getting the girl’s scent from the body bag, the dogs led the men through the woods. It was difficult to get through. It was still quite dark. The trail ended by a small river. The dogs were useless now. The men persisted. They spread out and continued the search. In pairs, they didn’t want to take any chances. Not after what they had heard about this girl.
Around ten the next morning, two of the men arrived at an abandoned farm. The residents appeared to be away – mailbox was full, but the door on the main house was open. It had been broken down, seemingly by someone had amazing strength. They stepped into the kitchen. There was a recently used bowl in the sink. Someone had been here during the night and eaten. They summoned the other men and searched the house.
The whole house had been ransacked. But the TV and computers hadn’t been touched. So, they ruled out having come across a random burglary. In all three bedrooms, clothes and personal belongings had been spread out – no doubt in search of new clothes and money. The girl had stayed her for a few hours, to rest and get some things, before heading off again.
The men drove into nearby Masonville and began asking if people there had seen any strangers in town. The townspeople had seen four. An elderly man, who took a bus out of town. A young couple on their honeymoon and a teenage girl backpacker, with brown hair. The girl had hitchhiked out of town and the men followed her. Two hours later, they found her. They had been warned to not confront her directly. Instead, one of them got ready with a tranquilizing gun.
The girl was busy getting up a tent in the woods. She didn’t notice them, until the dart hit her neck. She was down within seconds. The men ran in, ready with guns, they restrained her with chains – having seen what she had done with that door at the farm, they weren’t taking any chances. Then they lifted her up.
“Wait.” Said one of them, having seen her face. “It’s not her.”
“But, didn’t they say that she could…?” Asked one of the others.
“Not when she’s unconscious. Release her, we need to get out of here, before anyone sees us.” Replied the first man.
“What are we going to say to Mr. Luthor?” Asked a third.
“The truth. It’s our only saving.” The first men kicked the ground. They had wasted time following the wrong girl. They should’ve followed the old man on the bus. By now, he would’ve probably already been in Metropolis. No way that they would be able to trace the girl there. No, she was gone forever. Tina Greer had managed to slip through their fingers.
”Hey, she’s still alive!” Screamed the man in the back of the van.
“What are you talking about?” The driver asked and turned around. To his shock, he saw movement coming from the body bag in the back. He hits the breaks in his state of shock. It wasn’t possible. Surely, the girl had been dead, when they had picked her up at the morgue. The girl ripped the body bag open from within and got up. She was breathing heavily and disoriented. Asking for where she was. The man in the back of the van attempted to grab her, but the girl pushed him off her with one hand, with ease.
“Shoot her!” The driver screamed, but it was too late. The girl had gotten to her feet and jumped out of the back of the van, ripping the doors of their hinges. Like a wild animal, she ran out into the dark night, heading into the woods.
The driver got out of the van, taking out his gun. The man in the back followed, him too with gun pulled. They were not going to lose the asset. The duo entered the woods and tried to track her with the aid of their flashlights. The freak was fast, no doubt about it. The girl had less than a minute head start, yet they couldn’t see her in the darkness. For over an hour, they engaged in a futile hunt for the girl. They couldn’t find her. It was too dark, and she hadn’t left many traces for them to follow. Eventually, they realized that they had no other choice. The driver got out his cellphone and made the call.
“Mr. Luthor? The package has disappeared, sir.” The driver paused while the person on the other end responded. ”Yes, sir. She appeared to be, when we first picked her up. You did say that this wasn’t the first time this had happened with her. We’re gonna need help to find her.”
Within two hours, another two vans had arrived at the scene, with more men and dogs. Getting the girl’s scent from the body bag, the dogs led the men through the woods. It was difficult to get through. It was still quite dark. The trail ended by a small river. The dogs were useless now. The men persisted. They spread out and continued the search. In pairs, they didn’t want to take any chances. Not after what they had heard about this girl.
Around ten the next morning, two of the men arrived at an abandoned farm. The residents appeared to be away – mailbox was full, but the door on the main house was open. It had been broken down, seemingly by someone had amazing strength. They stepped into the kitchen. There was a recently used bowl in the sink. Someone had been here during the night and eaten. They summoned the other men and searched the house.
The whole house had been ransacked. But the TV and computers hadn’t been touched. So, they ruled out having come across a random burglary. In all three bedrooms, clothes and personal belongings had been spread out – no doubt in search of new clothes and money. The girl had stayed her for a few hours, to rest and get some things, before heading off again.
The men drove into nearby Masonville and began asking if people there had seen any strangers in town. The townspeople had seen four. An elderly man, who took a bus out of town. A young couple on their honeymoon and a teenage girl backpacker, with brown hair. The girl had hitchhiked out of town and the men followed her. Two hours later, they found her. They had been warned to not confront her directly. Instead, one of them got ready with a tranquilizing gun.
The girl was busy getting up a tent in the woods. She didn’t notice them, until the dart hit her neck. She was down within seconds. The men ran in, ready with guns, they restrained her with chains – having seen what she had done with that door at the farm, they weren’t taking any chances. Then they lifted her up.
“Wait.” Said one of them, having seen her face. “It’s not her.”
“But, didn’t they say that she could…?” Asked one of the others.
“Not when she’s unconscious. Release her, we need to get out of here, before anyone sees us.” Replied the first man.
“What are we going to say to Mr. Luthor?” Asked a third.
“The truth. It’s our only saving.” The first men kicked the ground. They had wasted time following the wrong girl. They should’ve followed the old man on the bus. By now, he would’ve probably already been in Metropolis. No way that they would be able to trace the girl there. No, she was gone forever. Tina Greer had managed to slip through their fingers.
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