Stella winces at the pain in her jaw. Her eyelids open slowly; a pair of grey, silver flecked eyes stare back at her. Those and the firm grip around her waist are known to her, yet it could be another illusion...reality seems to have slipped off some place far away.
Why did you scream like a banshee? Silence. Damn it Stella, what is wrong with you? With her continued silence, Norman's frustration mounts. You've really gone over the edge this time. We must get back, avoiding any contact with the police in the process. Stella looks at him blankly. Shaking her, Norman exclaims, Bloody hell...are you listening to me?
Releasing his hold on her, Norman starts to walk off, but Stella stands, frozen on the spot. Turning around, Norman frowns and walks back; grasping her hand, he leads her back towards 'home.' Still silent, Stella follows like a distracted child; not being dragged, just without feeling or emotion. Not having time to concentrate on pondering what exactly Stella was up to or why she acted so hysterically, Norman carefully navigates them back several streets. Looping around, they successfully outwit the constables pursuing them.
All seemed well until they reached the narrow street which crosses the threshold of their very emanate departure location. Norman was instantly and utterly vexed! Grinding his teeth, he let out a low hiss. Betrayed! Yanking Stella to his side, he whispers instructions in her ear. Unsure she would carry out his command, he gives her a forceful shove towards the figure walking 100 yards in front. Stumbling slightly, Stella turns halfway and looks at Norman. His maniacal expression caused a chill in her spine and fear drove her on. Moving swiftly now, she passes the man and breaks into a run. Startled, the man falls against the brick wall, stopping him cold. Her ghost like face looks back at him and he calls out, Wait! Please miss, I must talk to you!
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