(GRAPHIC DESCRPTION OF AN UNALIVE BODY IN CHAPTER!)
His eyes popped open. It was dark in his room save for the soft nightlight by his bedside. He sat up with a start then jumped out of bed. The image was still fresh on his mind. He better act on it.
He threw on his grey sweeter, sweatpants and outdoor boots and cautiously made his way downstairs. The garage wasn't locked in case his father got an emergency call from the hospital. This arrangement made it easy for him to access his bike.
The streets were dark and deserted. A dog barked in the distance. Rats scurried in the shadows. A raccoon was rummaging through the garbage. A cat was sleeping on the stairs of one of his neighbor's. He slipped his helmet onto his head and secured it by clipping the two straps together. Then he pushed off.
The wind whipped his inky black hair into his eyes. He peddled furiously, his bones burning from the effort. Up one street and down another. To the outside viewer, he seemed to riding about madly. In reality he was heading for the outskirts of town.
The street sign was old and void of paint. Many of the houses were decrepit. Weeds grew in every crevice and climbing plants covered the walls and fences. A terrible place to be. Perfect for kidnappers. He cycled slower now as if searching for something. He spotted an alley between a two story and a flat. He dismounted his bike then guided it into the cramped space. He came to an empty lot. It had a sign, but he didn't bother reading. He dropped his bike and rushed into the abandoned property. The grass was just as tall as everywhere else but he navigated easily, knowing just where to step. He came to a clearing, kneeled down and began to dig in the dirt. He didn't care that his clothes were turning brown. Reaching Sarah was his top priority.
At last he caught sight of her arm. Hope swelled in his heart. He grabbed the limb and pulled. Her body rose from the dirt. Abruptly he let her go. His eyes dilated in horror. The dirt on her body was red. Her skin was a pale yellow and cold to the touch. Her eyes stared at nothing. A smudge of dried blood lay near her mouth. Her stomach was gaping open, revealing her intestines. He was too late.
Something glittered on her chest. He looked down and saw that it was her locket. He snatched it off her body and began to rebury her corpse, then made his way towards his bike. He knew what he had to do.
The sun was almost up by the time he reached the house. The gate opened easily and fortunately there was no dog around. He placed the envelope on the stairs then knocked on the door.
Mrs. Hawkins awoke with a start. She had just heard someone at her door. The blond woman put on her dressing gown and dashed down to her front door. When she answered, no one was there. She scanned up and down the road, but there was nothing, save for a few birds. She sighed and turned to head indoors, when she noticed the tan envelope. She picked it up eagerly. However, upon viewing the contents, she collapsed to her knees. At this time, her husband had come to see the disturbance. "Martha!" he sprinted to her side. By now the woman was crying. Her ray of sunshine was gone. Her precious little star was shining no more.