The night was dark as Scarlet sat at the bus stop waiting for the car to pick her up. Snow kissed her tawny brown cheeks, the wind tussled her chestnut tresses, as she tugged her long black coat around her lithely frame. She couldn't wait to get on the plane, and go home. She'd been studying abroad for almost a year, and now would be the first time in that time, that she'd gotten off long enough to visit her family. She missed her older brothers, her father and mother too, though they were always very busy with their work.
The wind picked up and Scarlet blew her on hands, rubbing them together to keep them from freezing. Japan was nice, but she much rather go be back home in London.
She waited, one maybe two hours before she decided, it was much too cold to be standing outside. She pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to her brother.
[It's cold, Pup and the car isn't here yet.]
She looked up and down the busy Tokyo streets, neither of the cars stopped.
[Really, it should have been there already?]
Scarlet groaned but smiled at her brother's response.
[It's not]
[I'll make some calls, you get somewhere warm]
[Okay, Love you, See you Soon <3]
Scarlet looked up the down the street one more time before moving to find a cafe or something where she could get warmed up.
She didn't know how long she walked, but soon she found herself lost and someplace dark.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up.
[Pup, I'm scared, I think I'm lost.]
The reply came immediately.
[Lost? How the hell? Go back the way you came ,and get someone where there's alot of people.]
Scarlet could tell that in his text her brother began to worry. She could almost feel it.
[Call me?]
Her phone rang instantly after that, she slid her thumb across the screen and sighed.
"Pup, I'm scared."
"Don't worry, There was an accident or something so the car got delayed, just get back to where you were." Her brother said and she sighed. "Okay, just stay on with me?"
"Of course. what do you want to talk about?" He asked and she looked around once. "Um, I wrote a song, in class, you remember when I was little, and I used to sit on the middle stair?"
"Yes, I nearly stepped on you too many times." He said and she swallowed nervously, she could feel eyes on her, seemingly from everywhere.
"Well, I wrote a song about it."
"Let me hear it?"
"Halfway down the stairs, is a stair where I sit." She sang softly, her voice cracking a bit. Singing always calmed her down, her brother knew it. They were always very close, he practically raised her, seeing as their parents weren't home often. She would have horribly nightmares, and he'd come into her room, sit with her, talking her down, and helped her by making her sing. It always worked.
"Keep going, Scar." he urged and she sniffed and looking around. "There isn't any other stair quite like it." She sang, and heard footsteps behind her. They were coming closer, so she picked up her pace, trying to find some place with alot of people, like he said.
"I think someone's there, Pup." Scarlet whispered. "Try not to think about, just keep walking and keep singing." He urged her as best he could. She wanted to go home, right now.
"I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top. So this is the stair where I always--"
"Hey pretty girl." Scarlet yelped as she found herself standing in front of a large man, with too long teeth.
"John?" She peeped,but the man snatched the phone from her.
"Scarlet!" she heard him cry just before the man crushed the phone in his palm.
She screamed and tried to run but he grabbed her, much more quickly then she thought possible. "No, Let me go!" She cried out, and fought but to no avail. " You're perfect, they like the ones that fight." He said before his hand came down, and a sharp pain bloomed from behind her head. The last thing she heard was the engine of a car.