I do not own Gallagher girls, Ally Carter does.
The rain was falling hard as the autumn evening crept up.19 year old Macey McHenry was walking down the ally just behind Andrews's lane. It was a shortcut home. The ally was deathly quiet, almost too quiet and she was beginning to regret not calling someone for a lift. She had, of course, heard what had happened. Someone had been abducting young girls, around about her age. It had been happening for about three weeks now and seven girls were missing.
Her mother had warned her several times now, not to go anywhere alone because there is some weird and messed up people in this world. Of course, Macey didn't think it would happen to her. Why would it? She'd be fine.
But, it was dark and cold and she was in an ally. It was almost like a scene from a horror movie and she couldn't help feel a little nervous. She pulled her micro-mini skirt down slightly and walked quicker. She heard footsteps behind her, but not normal footsteps, it was like whoever it was, was sneaking up on her. She quickened her pace and put her head down.
"Hey Mace," the voice called. Macey breathed a sigh of relief. She knew who it was; it wasn't some strange axe murder. She turned around.
"Hey," she smiled.
"You can come back to mine if you like, you look freezing and I only live down there," he said pointing to the cut-off of the ally. Macey pondered the option. She still had a little while to go until she got home, if she went back to his place, she could call her mom or someone to come and pick her up from there.
"If your sure that's fine," she said.
"Of course," he nodded.
When they got to the house, Macey resisted the urge to wrinkle her nose at the awful stench. She didn't want to seem rude.
"Can I use your phone so I can call my mom?" Macey asked. She was stupid enough not to bring a phone with her, despite what was happening in Roseville at the moment.
"Can I offer you a drink or something, and then call your mom to get you? You look freezing," he said heading into the kitchen.
"Oh, yeah, please," Macey said sitting on the couch.
Macey didn't see the look of pure evil in his eye as he pulled a sharp knife – one that had no place in a kitchen – from the draw and walked back to the living room, waiting to pounce on his unsuspecting victim, ready to end yet another girls life.
Cammie looked down at the newspaper in her hand and felt a little sick. The headline hit her right at the core.
HE STRICKS AGAIN!
Directly under the headline was a picture of one of her best friends, Macey McHenry. She, Bex and Macey had been out last night and Macey had walked home early, it would appear she never made it home. She couldn't believe this, for the first time she felt genuinely scared of this guy. He had taken girls she had known, Roseville wasn't a big town after all, but he had never hit this close to home before. It had seemed more like a horror film until now, not reality.
"Cam, you look like you have seen a ghost," Zach Goode, Cammie's flatmate and best friend said as he came into the kitchen.
"Macey's gone missing," Cammie said without taking her eyes of the picture of the raven-haired beauty that was plastered all across the national paper.
"Oh my god, Cammie – that's awful," Zach said sitting down onto the couch next to his best friend. "Do they think it's him?" he asked.
"That's what this says, she was last seen entering the ally near Andrew's street," Cammie said, her stomach felt queasy as she thought of how many times she had walked through that ally. She couldn't understand why Macey had gone down there alone. Even before the disappearances, Cammie only went down there is she was with someone else. Cammie shook her head, maybe she'd never know why she did it. The police weren't saying anything but they weren't looking for live people anymore, she knew they were looking for bodies now. Rivers had been searched, and you don't search a river if you looking for a live person. The police were not saying it, but everyone knew this was a murderer. Some people were even calling him 'The Roseville Ripper'.
"They'll find her, Cammie – just like they will find the others," he said reassuringly.
"Do you honestly believe that?" she said, because she certainly didn't. The first girl had gone missing three weeks ago, and Macey was the eighth to go and was more than likely not the last.
"You mustn't give up," he tried to reassure but he wasn't even convincing himself.
"Zach, if eight girls go missing from one town, it's not just going to be a kidnapping is it? Whoever this bloke is, he's not just locking them in his basement," she said with a shudder. She dreaded to think what he was doing to these girls; it made her sick to the stomach about what could have happened to Macey and everyone else. There was someone, who could possibly be a serial killer, roaming the streets of Roseville. It was someone she more than likely knew.
"Cammie you don't know that –" Zach said.
"Zach, she's my best friend, of course I want her to be alive. I want her to be found but I know, just like everyone else in this town, that that is unlikely."
"I know," Zach said grimly. "But we don't know until they find them."
"Zach, the police are searching for bodies."
"No, they aren't," he said, trying desperately to convince Cammie that they would find her friend.
"Zach, they are digging up fields and searching rivers – how many people have been found alive after being buried or dumped in a river?" Cammie exclaimed, her eyes tearing at the though of what could have possibly happened to Macey.
"Cammie, don't think like that. If anything you'll scare yourself," he said putting his arm round her shoulder. She rested her head on his chest, the steady beat of his heart comforting.
"Zach, I'm scared," she whispered.
"No, I don't mean just nervous like I was before, like, making sure I didn't go alone places, I mean genuinely scared. I never thought it would happen to me, but it's happened to someone close to me and it's terrified me. If it happened to Macey, who is to say it won't happen to me?"
"Cammie, I won't let it happen to you," Zach said and he meant it, he would do all in his power top protect Cammie.
Okay, I think this will just be a Zammie friendship story as this clearly isn't a romance one and I want explore other plot lines and things.
Do you want me to continue?