Wrong Person – Part 3
Mark heard the car pull up in the lot and hid near the tree line. When he saw her, he gasped out loud. He could feel himself getting aroused as he pictured what he’d do to her. He was so involved in his fantasy that he didn’t see what she carried. Some sort of stick. Didn’t matter. She was his.
He stalked her for nearly 20 minutes, staying close enough to keep her in sight but far enough away to make sure she was oblivious to his presence. She seemed to be talking to herself, but he didn’t care. Maybe she had one of those cell phone earpiece things. Easy to break that and lose the cell phone. Cell phone service was spotty up here anyway.
She turned a corner on the trail into an area with more trees that blocked out the sun considerably. She then turned sharply into the woods. Mark was surprised. She wasn’t sticking to the trail.
Kara sensed him behind her after about 10 minutes of walking. Amateur. He was so noisy. She kept walking, pretending she didn’t know he was behind her. Maybe it was the guy who was killing all those girls here? She hoped it was. She’d kick the crap out of him and call him Jonathan the whole time. Not only was she dumped for no reason, now she had a stalker who most likely wanted to kill her. Can’t a girl get some “me time” to vent? Someone was always trying to ruin it for her.
Kara knew the trails better than most of the rangers. She had come up here numerous times to vent, to practice, to break things. She knew there was a fork up ahead and a slight dip in the terrain. If she could just hop down into the small crevice and circle back up the side, she’d be behind him, and he wouldn’t even realize it. She had to be quiet and she had to be quick.
She was moving quickly, and Mark was afraid he’d lose her. The trail was about to curve, and then it would fork. He had to keep her in his sights so he could track which path she’d take. Just as he came around the bend, she was gone.
Before Mark could check for tracks, he felt a sharp pain between his shoulder blades followed by a swift crash of something hard against the back of his knees. Suddenly he was prone, confused, and unable to see straight.
Kara jabbed her knife between his shoulders with one hand as she swept her practice katana with all her strength across the back of his knees. She then used her foot to push him down to the ground while he was surprised and unsteady. Once he was down, she slammed him repeatedly until he was unconscious. When she was sure he was out, she dragged his body, which was incredibly heavy, to the nearest tree and tied him to it with his own rope. She would wait for him to wake up before she’d torture him more. Kara sat on a nearby rock and sharpened her knife.