The sound of the far off train whistle made the gloomy night seem even scarier.  As Jamie walked down the dirt path, she could only hear the night train and the ever receding sound of the predators lurking in the shadows .  Every once in awhile, she would trip over the gnarled root of an old juniper, or one of the abnormally sized boulder that seemed to be placed just to trip her up.
      Where she was going, was nothing but a question she asked herself for reassurance .  She had run away after listening to her parents argue for the past week.  Everytime they started they found a way to bicker over every little flaw, and today Jamie decided she was going to listen no longer.  As she walked through the woods, she noticed just how cold she was.  Earlier she was so angry, her face was warm and the cool night had not bothered her.  Now the swirling October wind forced her to hike her collar up around her neck.
     Every few minutes, she would find herself looking over her shoulder at the distant pitter-patter of feet.  She was not sure if the sound was her imagination, or there was actually a person following her.  If she could see three hours into the future, she would know someone was waited for the right moment to grab her from the trail.
     As she walked, Jeremy Van Thug crept behind her keeping to the gloomy shadows of the old trail.  Jeremy had been following her for almost an hour now, and had only now started to notice she talked to herself.  He found himself nearing closer to get a hint of what she was saying. He never knew that this girl had a hard life, not that it mattered.  All his victims had their own personal life, he never took interest into this, just the victim themselves.
     Jeremy Thug grew up in a small hick town in Missouri.  His dad was a drunk who always beat his mother in front of him.  He grew up believing violence towards other people was alright, and found violence could get him things he wanted or fulfill things he desired.
     Today he was angry over some court papers, and decided he needed someone smaller and weaker to beat today.  After his divorced wife filed domestic violence against him, he decided to stop beating up women who could fight back.  He thought of all his victims as his prizes once they were in his possession.   In the past seventeen years, he has had nearly two-hundred victims, and not one body has ever been discovered.  His new punching bag, or his new prize was walking not even twenty feet ahead of him. 
     Once Jamie realized she was being watched, she picked up her pace to match the receding stars.  If she only would have known sooner, she could have escaped.  Jeremy pulled out his new presoaked chloroformic rag, and slipped up behind the girl.  She sensed the presence, turned and opened her mouth to scream.  Her wail was muffled by the rag and only now Jeremy realized how beautiful her eyes were.  Her stormy blue eyes with the little sparkle looked up at her in terror.  The hint of fear on her eyeballs made him feel even more powerful, until her body relaxed and those beautiful eyes reflexly rolled back into her head.
     The kidnapper thought to himself that she was one of the most beautiful prizes he has ever inaugurated.
     Jamie awoke with a startle.  Her sandy blond hair was caking to the side of her head in a cold sweat.  She went to scrape the bangs from her forehead only to find her arms bound to something by rope.  She glanced down at her lower half in the dim light of the room to see her legs bound to a hook in the cement floor below her.  She looked around once more at the musty smelling room.  She looked up at the single fluorescent bulb, darkened with tint, casting its ominous glow over her body.  She started working at her wrist restraints without noticing it.  After almost three antagonizing minutes, she undid her constraints, and easily untied the ropes around her legs.  She stood and almost collapsed again.  The chloroform was still in her system was the only reason she thought she was so dizzy.  She stood once more and slowly stretched her aching arms and legs.
     She made her way towards the only  exit in the room, the stairs.  As she crept forward to the stair closest to the floor, she heard keys jangling, and someone on their phone from above.
      “I found another prize today.” the mystery figure was saying.  “I know Jack but if you come over we can share her together.” another pause, “Alright I`ll see you in five minutes”.  Jamie rolled the conversation around in her mind finding the phrase “share her” to leave an almost acidic taste on her tongue, much like a taste you find after you vomit.  She already knew that meant she might be dead soon. 
     Jamie`s adrenaline took over and she looked for a weapon in the few seconds she had left, and settled for the leg of an old chair.  She laid sprawled out under the old creaky stairs and waited.  Once she heard the click of the door above, and her attacker start to proceed down the stairs, she held her breath and moved to a near silent crouch.  Jeremy had no idea what was waiting down these stairs and only stilled when he approached the center of the room where the girl should have been. 
     From behind, in a faint second Jamie crept and swung like an all-star.  The hefty end of the hunk of wood colliding with the larger mans skull.  The attacker collapsed to the floor after the loud “crack” and was nothing but a shallow breathing corpse laying in a heap on the floor.  For good measures, she swung one more time into the man's unconscious head, this time spraying the walls with a line of blood as she brought the leg back up and threw it across the room.
     Jamie sunk to the floor with her hands on her face silently weeping.  Once the realization that was not over yet, she dried her sob to a few sniffles and checked the man on the floor for anything useful.  Above she heard what she presumed to be the front entrance opening.  She in a second realized this must be the “Jack” from the early conversation.  She went back to her duties and found a loaded 9mm, and a set of keys.  Although she had never shot a firearm in her life, she kept it anyways.  She crept up the stairs and looked around the corner.  To her right she could see a figure slumped on the couch tapping away on his cell phone.  As he was putting it down, she aimed the pistol at him and made sure the safety was off.  she had never shot one, but she still had knowledge with weapons.
     He must have been sending a message because something behind her dinged.  The man looked toward her, gasped, and she pulled the trigger.  The shot imbedded itself in the ribcage of the man and sent the pistol flying into face.  She flinched from the impact, but not enough to stop her from shooting him another, oh say eleven times.  The only sharing he would be doing today is whatever blood the carpet around his seemingly larger poodle absorbed.
     Three minutes after she had shot the man, 911 received a call from a landline somewhere in the dense woods of Oregon.  Two minutes after that, a patrol car was dispatched to that location where the officer found the two now lifeless bodies of two registered sex offenders.  Also on sight he found a fourteen year old girl with a gun and blood stained clothes.  Three weeks later and after a trial, she was released back to her family, and the property was cleansed and put for auction.  These men had no relatives, and were given a proper burial. Throughout the property they found the bodies of just under eighty bodies. 
     In the house, they found a log that contained the burial sites of just under 200 bodies.  Now all of these missing girls family`s will finally know what happened to their loved ones.