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The man standing outside John's doorway was an absolute mess. His clothes were ripped in several places and shoes were falling apart. His hair was beyond greasy and looked like it hadn't seen a comb in months. Surrounding his mouth was a dried red liquid John hoped was strawberry juice, but he knew it was really the unmistakable sight of blood. The man looked right at John and smiled, revealing a row of teeth that were also stained with bright crimson, and where his canine teeth should have been were instead sharp, almost serpent looking fangs.

In an instant, the intruder had lowered his shoulders and charged. In the split second he had to react, John dropped his hips down and used his right hand like a crab claw, grabbing the man by the meat of his outstretched tricep. In that same motion he grabbed the man's wrist with his other hand and pivoted on his heels, so that his back was momentarily faced to the intruder's. Carrying on with his momentum, John shifted his weight forward and pulled on the man's arm as hard as he could. His old high school wrestling coach would have been proud as the man sailed through the air, legs flailing, and landed on his back with a sharp thud that splintered several floorboards.

As he straightened himself up, John was afraid he may have just killed the man. That fear quickly subsided as he felt a cold hand grip his ankle, and then had his legs pulled out from under him. The psycho was then upon him, legs pinned against John's torso and hands around his neck. The intruder was incredibly thin and had little muscle, but his strength greatly defied his appearance. To John, it was like having a noose around his neck.

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As he gasped for breathe and tried to cry out for help in vain, John for the first time got a good look at the man's face. When he first saw him he had been too fixated by the blood around his mouth, but now he noticed something else about his face. The man's eyes just didn't look right. The pupils were slanted slightly, almost like a cat's, and the iris's were literally yellow. Those eyes were devoid of all rational thinking and only conveyed one thing: pure rage. John had been around plenty of druggies before, but had never heard of a drug that could cause something quite like this.

The intruder met his gaze and gave a sound that was somewhere between a hiss and a shriek. Saliva was beginning to form around his mouth, and John felt sick watching him lick his lips. The grip on his neck continually grew even tighter, making this the second time today he felt like he was going to pass out.

Some sort of switch in John's head turned on. This was survival, kill or be killed. He took the palm of his hand and tried shoving the man off of him. It didn't do much, but he managed to get a few extra few inches of separation. Using that separation, John slid his foot up and pressed it against the man's chest cavity and pushed. Although thin, the man felt like he weighed little more than a feather, and he went sprawling across the bedroom.

John gave a savage roar of triumph and leapt to his feet. He charged the intruder, driving his shoulder into the man's sternum and using his arms to snake the man around his calves and lift him up into the air as he drove. Cardboard-thin drywall cracked and gave way as John drove the man headfirst right through the bedroom wall, leaving a massive hole in his wake. The two tumbled right into the kitchen, where they landed on the kitchen table. Its cheaply made wood too collapsed under their weight, sending up splinters every which way.

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He grabbed a chair leg that had broken off and whipped it at the stranger's head , who managed to roll out of the way just in time as the blunt object struck the floor and broke in half in John's hand. The end of the table leg that broke off left John with a sharp, almost stake-like piece of wood. Improvising, he thrust the piece forward with an underhanded stab, as if it was a switchblade. It caught the stranger underneath the ribs, causing him to shriek in pain.

John had the man lifted up and pinned against the countertop now, and as he struggled, flopped and tried to get free the wood only drove further and further, leaving a trail of warm blood running down his side. With the damage now done, John withdrew the stake from intruder's side, locked his elbow back, and then thrust it towards the crazy's head, going for the kill-shot without a second of hesitation.

The intruder was too fast, however, and was easily able to duck under John's outstretched hand in time. The stake ended up striking nothing, and in return John received a hard blow to his gut. He doubled over in pain, and then took an uppercut to his jaw that sent him seeing stars. As he hobbled backwards, momentarily dazed, the crazy grabbed for the nearest weapon he could find, which ended up being an empty coffee pot, and hammered it at John with an overhead strike. Luckily, John managed to get his forearm up in time to block. Glass shattered and was driven into his arm, making him grunt in pain.

The trespasser kept up the offense, using the coffee handle with pieces of glass still attached to jab at John. He danced back and forth, trying to avoid being stabbed with the deadly shards.

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As the coffee handle was thrust towards his throat, John ducked and stepped forward with his right leg, first his heel, toe, then knee driving against the floor. His right arm darted for the back of the stranger's neck and with his left hooked the man behind the ankle as he drove. With John's forehead pressing against the man's stomach, he pulled on the leg he had hooked forward while pushing backwards on the man's neck. The stranger was swept into the air and again landed hard on his back.

John pulled his hands free and began to pummel the helpless man, raising and lowering his fists like pistons onto his face, his nose cracking and turned to sponge under John's knuckles. By the time John was finished with him, his face had been turned into a barely recognizable bloody pulp.

Eyes filled with hate, John stood up and ran over to his suitcase, tearing it open and throwing clothes all over the room. At first he had forgotten bringing it with him, but John had made sure that he had it packed and easily within reach in case the time arose...

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Looking up quickly through the newly gaping hole in the wall that separated the bedroom from the kitchen, he could see the intruder begin to stir and get up, although he was clearly hurting bad. Under a pair of jeans John finally found what he was looking for: his dad's 9mm handgun. He loaded the magazine properly into place with a sharp 'click', yanked the hammer back and turned off the safety. The black metal piece filled John with a sense of power, of commanding.

As he raised the gun, he could see the stranger turning to flee at the sight of it. John didn't know why he pulled the trigger: the man was already halfway to the doorway with his back turned to him, and he was clearly no longer a threat. His nose and jaw were both broken, and his eyes were so swollen over he could barely see. Maybe the adrenaline had gotten the best of him, or maybe he was just exerting all the bottled anger from the past couple of weeks. But by the time he thought about what he was doing it was too late, and two bullets had already discharged from the barrel with an ear-piercing crack. The first shell struck the trespasser in the lower back, breaking his two lower ribs on the right side, and the second struck the man in the shoulder, turning his collarbone into jelly.

Somehow the stranger managed to half run, half stagger out the front door, although now his entire backside was dripping with blood. John was about to follow him, but before he could his legs gave way. His hands were trembling terribly, as was his entire body. It felt like his heart was racing so fast it would burst right through his chest, and his face was dripping with perspiration, which he hadn't realized until now.

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Reaching back into his suitcase, John pulled out a bottle filled with antianxiety medication. It said to only take two pills; he took half the remaining bottle, keeping an eye on the doorway as he washed them down with a bottle of water. Feeling a bit more composed as the adrenaline wore off and the pills took effect, John managed to get up and lock the door before again collapsing against the wall by his suitcase.

Now that he had a moment to think, what had just happened? 'I came into town. I picked a motel. I was visited by some psycho on PCP or something, but I'm fine now. No need to panic and no need to call the police. If I call them, they'll figure out I'm a ward of the state and I'll be sent home.' Home actually didn't seem like too bad of a place right now, as long as it was as far away from this town as possible. He knew it just had to be a coincidence, first the horrible feeling of sickness as he left his car and then being attacked in his room, but for some reason he had trouble believing that.

Pain had returned to his forearm, where several pieces of glass still punctured, but at this point he was so far gone on pills he almost didn't care. One by one he removed the shards, not even bothering to fish out a pair of tweezers and instead opting to use his fingernails. With that taken care of, he located his wallet and a flashlight, and dragged his suitcase out to his car, all the while on his toes to make sure no other psychos appeared for round two.

He thought that he was done with this town, that he was going to listen to the advice that had been broadcasted earlier into his head and get back into his car and drive off, but someone apparently had other plans. When he did reach his car he was not surprised to find that it wouldn't start. His battery was almost completely full, as was his gas tank, but his car still would not even start up, despite there being no evidence of any trouble under the hood.

End of Chapter 1

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Chapter 2


John had no idea what to do. He couldn't stay here at the motel, that much he knew for certain, but he wouldn't get too far without a car. He didn't feel like trying to steal one, so in the end he only have one choice of action: to go on foot.

All he took with him was his gun, cellphone, wallet, and a flashlight, and he started running west, which was in the opposite direction of the highway. He ran for hours until his lungs burned and his throat felt like it was bleeding, but he didn't stop. When the pain in his chest and stitch in his side grew unbearable he would jog, but he never slowed down enough to be walking. His leg muscles burned, his feet grew blisters, but through it all there was something strangely soothing about all of it, some sort of bittersweet nirvana. As he traveled west there was a never ending feeling of being watched, but he didn't see a single car or person on the road. Still, the feeling of being followed remained.

After a couple of hours on the road he finally grew too tired to continue. His cellphone wouldn't get service out here, but he guessed it had to be around five in the morning, as he could see the dew on the grass and early signs of the new day begin to arrive as the sun slowly crept up over the horizon. In the forty miles or so he had put between himself and Civic John hadn't seen another town, but he did eventually come across a rest stop which was, to no surprise, abandoned. He went inside to the tourist's information center, and quickly realized that he was starving. To his dismay he had nothing smaller than a ten dollar bill. After several expletive filled minutes later, he had managed to persuade the vending machine into dispensing him some free snacks, which he promptly tore into. With his hunger now subsided, John curled up in the corner and started to dream.

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His dream was an odd one, although seemingly very real. He dreamed of walking west, in the direction he had just came from, for hours and hours, being guided along by an invisible hand the whole time. In the daylight of his dream he did see a few people, but none of them gave him much attention, and those that noticed him promptly hurried out of his way. It felt so real at one point John remembered pinching himself just to make sure he was really dreaming. He felt nothing as he violently jabbed his arm with his fingernails, and that was good enough for him. He didn't fight it, didn't think he could fight it even if he wanted to. Slowly, the sun rose to high noon and then began its descent back down as he dreamed. Eventually his dream-self arrived back in Civic and navigated his way into the nearby park, drawing suspicious glances.

John remembered finding an oak tree and putting his back up against it. That was when he woke up and realized that his entire dream had been true. It was warm and light outside, and the bark beneath him was very much real. He had walked while he was sleeping it seemed, walked all the way back into the heart of Civic. John had left at about ten o'clock the previous night and then drifted off to sleep at the rest stop at around six in the morning. Checking his cellphone he found that it was indeed six o'clock, but instead of in the morning it was five at night. He had been walking for nearly twelve hours straight. Although that voice in his head had very much wanted John to leave, it seemed someone else very much wanted him to stay.

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