Episode three

Acelyn kept on running down the street, her skin crawled seeing the wooden humans she passed, her mind still trying to comprehend what was happening except she couldn't even stop and try to understand, she had been running for awhile now and  Acelyn felt like she couldn't anymore. 

Acelyn brought out her phone, the first thing in her mind is to call Edward. All previous anger forgotten.

Where is he? Is he okay? Is Tex okay?

She immediately dialed his number putting the phone to her ear. 

"There she is!"

Fuck!

A voice yelled making Acelyn turn around. Behind her were more men who were dressed just like the one she met earlier. 

"Oh shit!" She cursed and turned around, she stuffed her phone back into the front pocket of her hoodie and began running again. She could hear them behind her as she ran down the street accidentally knocking down wooden humans. Acelyn found herself apologizing even though she knew they couldn't hear her.

She cornered down the street and found herself running into an arcade then closing the door shut. She walked to the counter and hid behind it, silently catching her breath.

I'm safe. I have to be safe. Please let me be safe. Should I try calling Papa again?

All sudden thoughts stopped when she heard  the jingling of a bell, it was the bell hanging on the door and it only meant that someone had just walked in. 

Fuck!

Acelyn placed her hand on her mouth and the other on her chest hoping it'll calm her rapid heart beat.

She heard the footsteps walking into the store and she knew it was more than one person. 

"I saw her running into this store." A female voice said. 

"If you did, she's probably somewhere in here, let's find her." A male voice replied.

Acelyn didn't know what to do but she knew she had to think of something fast, it's only a matter of time till they find her. 

I'm conered. There's absolutely no place to run in this arcade if they find me. Well double fuck!

She looked around, looking for anything that'd at least buy her sometime to run out of the arcade then her eyes landed on a green and white water gun. She slowly reached for it, trying to take it from the shelf without making a noise, unfortunately for her, the action figure leaning on the toy fell on the ground, sending a loud noise around the silent store. 

"Dammit!" Acelyn cursed quietly. The movement around the room paused for a beat along with her heart.

"She's behind the counter," the girl whispered but Acelyn heard it clearly.

 She heard footsteps coming towards the counter. 

She sighed, first of all making sure the water gun had water in it and luckily for her, it did. 

"It's now or never.". She muttered to herself, after one deep breath and waiting till she knew her two assaliants were standing in front of the counter, she shot up from behind the counter pointing the water gun at the two figures. 

"Stay away from me!" She yelled. 

"Whoa!" The male- a boy with dyed red hair-said rasing his hands in the air while the female-a girls with dirty blonde hair-just gave her a lazy look. "We're not going to hurt you."

"Yeah," The blonde girl agreed. "We're not part of the people who were chasing you."

Acelyn looked at the female then at the male then back at the female. Looking at them, she noticed they weren't dressed like the people who were chasing her at first, they were dressed different. The girl had on a blood red long sleeved, hooded, stripped trimmed jump suit, black boots, a utility belt around her waist and a black oddly designed bandana around her head. The boy had on a dark black oversize, official, hodded, cargo track suit, red and white kicks, a utility belt around his waist and also the same oddly designed bandana hanging loosely around his neck. 

That didn't matter though.

But just because they are dressed differently doesn't mean she could trust them, she knew that. And so without another thought, she fired the water gun at them, the two yelped not expecting that reaction and looked away, covering their faces. Acelyn took that as a chance and ran past them, towards the door. 

Credits to the owner of the picture.