Gone--Part 6

    A squeak came from behind Ashley.  What in the-  Something heavy slammed into her throwing her against the wall.  It was a man.  She struck wildly at his face trying to free herself.  His hand twisted her head and shoved it into the carpet.  Panic struck.  He was trying to kill her.  Her foot lashed out and she heard a groan.  The grip on her head relaxed just enough to allow her to get free.  She rolled away and stumbled to her feet.  He was coming at her again, a snarl on his face, his hands poised for murder.  Ashley took a step backwards and hit the wall.  A cry tore from her throat and she lunged forward.  He threw her to the ground.  A loud crunch reverberated through her skull.  Everything went black.   

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    This will work out good.  Philip gazed at the unconscious girl.  When he had thrown her, her head had connected with the desk.  Killing her the right way should be easy now.  However, even with that thought, he made no move to touch her.  Something inside of him revolted at the thought of killing.  “Stop it!” he snapped.  He reached down and flipped her over on her back.  Already a nasty bruise was forming on her forehead.  It was going to hurt when she woke up.  “Well, since she is not going to wake up, there is no reason to wo-” Somewhere outside a car door slammed.  He ran into the living room and peered out of the window.  A man slowly walked up the drive towards the house.  Arg!  He had to disappear and fast.  After darting back into the office, he securely locked the office door.  Then he opened the window that showed a view of the woods.  The perfect place to disappear.  He smiled wryly as he hoisted the girl to his shoulder.  With a quick glance around the room to make sure nothing would give away there had been a fight he slipped out of the window and closed it firmly behind him.  Long strides carried him into the woods and out of sight.

    For a long time he jogged deeper into the forest.  The girl was heavy, but not overly so.  Philip was certain that he could hold this pace for quite awhile.  It was late in the day, and quickly growing dark.  He needed to reach that road before it got completely dark.  There he could kill the girl and throw her into the woods.  Or he could tie her up and put her in the car and dispose of her somewhere else. 

    On his shoulder the girl stirred.  He came to a stop and let her slide to the ground.  Not too far off a piece of brown could be seen through the trees.  That must be the road.  And perfect timing to.  The girl was coming to.  Her eyes opened and she stared uncomprehendingly into Philip’s face.  “W-what-“ 

    He licked his lips.  What could he say?  You don’t need to say anything, just kill her!  Philip shook his head slightly.  He just couldn’t.  Not yet anyway. 

    “Wait, you are-you are the one that-” she lept to her feet and darted away only to stop few into her escape and drop to the ground in pain.  Moaning she rocked her head in her hands. 

    “I wouldn’t say running when you’ve probably had a concussion is the best thing to do.”  Where did that come from?  Philip you fool, just take her out!  He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet.  “Come on.”  She did not resist.  Maybe she was smart enough to realize it would not do any good.  For the last few feet she stumbled along beside him, his hand firmly clasping her arm. 

    His car sat on the road where he had left it.  Philip opened the passenger door and pushed her into the seat.  A few moments later they were headed down the road; a killer in one seat, the victim in the other.