Rust formed on her hands as she gripped onto the bars, jostling them as she pulled herself over the ledge. Soon standing balanced on the mere sliver of cement with adroit grace. Taking a breath she threw her legs over the rail, landing with a simple elegance on the other side. Shifting her back pack from one shoulder to the other she toed the small metal walk that lead to the entrance of the factory, bristling as it moved, causing her to glance at the rocks below her. The 20 foot drop loomed ominously, the throng of rocks turning her stomach to mush as she stepped onto the make shift bridge.
Taking a breath she made her way a crossed, heart pounding in her ears until she stood safe in front of the only entrance left unblocked to the abandoned factory. Metal cold under her palm as she pushed, the hinges screeched it slowly slid open just enough for her slender form the slip inside. The room was dark, the only light streaming in from the shattered windows that riddled the walls, leaving a plethora of glass on the floor. Graffiti colored the walls and what little equipment was still left inside, making it look like a gang playground. She stood on the third floor, moving to the window as the sun started to set. Her mind started to wander as she did, bringing her back to that place.
*******
“John stop! Let her go!” her head slammed into the wall as her mother’s screams rung in her ears, enhancing wildly. Placing her hand to the floor she tried to stand, his weight holding her down as his fingers tightened around her throat. She could have sworn her trachea was starting to collapse the way her breath was ripped from her lungs, nothing but gurgles leaving her lips.
“John!” His hand suddenly dropped from her skin and she struggled to breathe black dots spotting her vision as she looked around for her mother. She stood with a gun pointed at her step father. “Emma run!” Tears running down her face she struggled to her feet, grabbing her bag, and ran. The last sounds that reached her ears were her mother’s screams, and the sound of gun fire.
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It had been several weeks now since that night yet her eyes burned with tears and her fingers went to her neck, brushing where bruises once purpled her pale skin. With a sigh she dropped her bag, fumbling around in it, the moon her only light. Lifting her flashlight she flicked it on. It would be warmer to sleep on a lower floor. The beam of light drifted a crossed the floor till she found a rusted set of stairs leading down.
The stairs creaked under her weight, several already fallen away, leaving gaps for her to maneuver over. The sound of wind whistling though the abandoned rooms sent shivers down her spine as she searched for a place to sleep, light shinning upon a broken and extremely dirty couch. It would be better then facing a night on the stone floor. Though she would be stained with dirt and grime, her back would thank her in the morning.
Settling down onto the ripped cushions’ she pulled her feet and bag to her chest. The only warmth she would be able to hold onto would be her own on this night, and she needed it.

*****
She awoke to screams ringing though out the factory, bouncing off one wall to the other. The blood curdling screech coming from somewhere below her on the first floor. Her heart pounded in her ears as the screams got louder and louder, until suddenly, it all stopped. Not even the wind seemed to make a sound now. For some reason, this was worse than the screaming.
The feeling as if someone was watching her as she sat, curled into a ball in the corner of the tattered couch. She had to get out. She wasn’t going to be one of those girls that went down the stairs in the horror films and got themselves killed. She felt sorry for the girl, she was clearly hurt but Emma refused to be next. She threw her bag over her shoulder, and moved to her feet, not caring about the sounds she made or how hard her heart pounded in her eyes.
Somehow deep down she knew it didn’t matter, that what was fallowing her could hear the drop of a needle and smell the fear radiating off a deer as it ran from a hunter. And right now, at this moment, she was that dear and for the second time, she was being hunted. The beam of her flash light started to blink in and out the battery running low. If she could just get to the stairs before it completely went out then the moonlight would light her way. But then, she never had anything close to good luck, why would it start now.
Her flashlight blinked out and she was left in pure darkness a mere ten feet from the stairs. That’s when she heard it, the deep growl that chilled her blood, her hands becoming clammy. She had to move forward, had to get to the top floor. She walked forward, or in the direction she hoped was forward the darkness seemed to envelop everything around her. It wasn’t really wasn’t right.
This couldn’t be happening. But it was. The growls grew louder, closer the unnatural sound not that of an animal, but a monster. Something you would hear out of a movie. Her hand brushed against something cold, it was the railing to the stairs.
She started to climb, one foot at a time. Trying to find all the holes she maneuvered earlier that night, but she missed. Her foot ready to come down on solid metal but moved through air throwing her forward into the sharpened steal. Pain screamed threw her as the razored edge of a broken step cut threw her skin like butter, the laceration spewing blood from her from her abdomen. She felt it on her now claws biting into her flesh as she rolled down the stairs she fought so hard to climb.
The only thing visible in the dark was the glowing emerald eyes of the thing on top of her; everything else black as she took a hold of a fistful of fur, the weight of it ripping the air from her lungs. Was it really just an animal, a wolf? Their eyes met and her blood seemed to freeze. No. It knew, it knew what it was doing, how it was going to do it.
It was all in the eyes that now bore down into her soul. This thing, was human, or once was. It moved shifting their weight and she felt the burn of teeth ripping into her flesh the sound of bone crunching as it filled her ears. Her screams reverberated off the walls and waves of pain racked her body. She had to get it off of her.
It was going to kill her. She moved, pulling her arm out from under a large paw, slamming her palm into its face, feeling bone crunch and break under the force of her hand. The wolf yelp throwing itself back, giving her just enough time to shift her position and when it came at her again she rolled. The wolf flew over her the wind from its pass caressing her cheek as it slammed into the stair case, impaling itself on a broken piece of steal. The sound that parted its lips started as a howl soon transforming into the worse sound she had ever heard.
The scream of a girl, the same scream that woke her into this night mare. The light of day break started to flow down the stair lighting the features of the creature before her. The girl was not but 17 her long blonde hair plastered to her face with blood, emerald eyes meeting her own as blood trickled from her lips. Emma took a step back as she looked into the face, of herself.
*****
Dust covered her body as she shifted on the couch, her eyes burned with tears as she grabbed her bag and ran for the stair case, taking two at a time she left the way she came. Taking no precaution as she moved a crossed the small metal bridge and over the rail. As she crossed over the hills, traced with tire tracks the sound of a wolf’s howl reached her ears.