Allison stuck to the shadows that night and walked secluded paths away from anyone who might be out. There was no where she could go because she knew the police would be looking for her soon enough and she could hardly tell them that the Candyman had killed the police officer in her flat, when she was the one who was holding a weapon covered in his blood, there's no way to talk herself out of it. She couldn't go to anyone she knew because that's where the police would start.

She wrapped herself up against the cold of the night as she got well away from where she lived, hearing sirens long into the distance she had no idea if they were for her or not but she wasn't about to find out as she walked down the narrow steps near the canal. She would often walk here whenever she needed to clear her mind and tonight she really needed to get to a better place mentally. She sat at a bench when it got the best of her, breaking down crying and sobbing but never happier that she was actually all alone for once. She could barely make out the ripples the light wind was causing in the black water.

Sleep had gotten the better of her when she was hoping to stay awake until morning, she slept on that bench, no doubt passed by the public who thought she must have been a junkie but they all left her alone. She work up slightly panicked, sitting up right and looking around for approaching police but there was no one else in sight, only the early sun breaking over the tops of the near by buildings.

She put her hood up when she went into town, her thoughts swimming with how she could possible get herself out of this mess, she even considered handing herself in but there would be no good outcome from that, no way to explain no way to make them believe. As she walked she made sure not to make eye contact with anyone as she got to the more populated areas like the shopping district. She searched her pockets and almost whimpered when discovered that in her panic the night before, she had picked up her wallet when she left, am good habit she hadn't shaken.

She found a small corner shop and inside she picked up some sandwiches, couple of bags of crisp and a few cans of pop, feeling hungrier when she almost rushed them over to the counter. She acted as normal as she could even putting her hood down and smiling as the assistant scanned the items.

'Police discovered a body in a flat just outside of central London last night, police officer Roy Sharpe was found in the residence of English Teacher, Allison Cleef'

Allison looked at the screen in shock to see the photo of the officer but not her own even though her name was mentioned.

'Police have not been able to contact Miss Cleef in the wake of the murder so are urging the public if anyone knows of her wear abouts to contact them immediately'

'Crazy time isn't it?' The shopkeeper asked grabbing Allison's attention

'Yes it's absolutly horrible'

She felt confident that she had not given herself away as she left the shop with her items in a blue plastic bag. She walked back to the canal where she slept the night before, that's where she felt safest and there wasn't much foot traffic down there. She ate greedily and desperately even though she had only eaten the day before she felt as though it had been a week. Tuna-mayo had never tasted so good in her life. She felt a slight crunch as though she accident picked up tuna mayo with cucumber, but she didn't as she detested cucumber, she bit again and felt more crunching. When she looked at the sandwich she saw that it was neither tuna or cucumber, it was infact, bees, some half dead and some struggled in the bread. She threw it hard into the canal and spat out as much as she could, taking a drink to rinse out and spitting again. As she wiped her mouth she heard his voice once again but it seemed to come from nowhere.

'There's no one for you anymore, no sanctuary, no saints of saviors, all you have left is your flesh' it echoed as she looked around her for him, but he was nowhere and everywhere at the same time.

'Give into me and the world will tell your story, remember your pain and anguish'

'Please stop... please' she said quietly as she covered her ears and sobbed. She was only answered back with a smug laughter.

She didn't sleep and she had to move on. She held herself as she walked the streets in the rain, freezing cold and wet with her mind in its own place. Allison stopped and looked around and saw that she was at the flats and she had no idea what led her here, she had been walking for hours and the sky was pitch black. She walked into the square amongst the towers and close to the play ground, she was completely alone, perhaps the murders had forced people to stay inside. She found herself going around the abandoned tower block where days before she was investigating and the only thing she had a feeling of is that it had something to do with this building, this is where the singer girl had been killed, and this is where HE first saw her so against her better judgement she went back inside, no camera, no protection just her vulnerable soul to be beside her as she stepped into the darkness. The awful smells still clouded the inside and the dust was still swirling in the air, that much she knew for sure because she was inhaling it. The deeper she got the more she thought about what would be worse, death or being in the hands of the law with no real defence to rely upon other than that of the mythical and or paranormal. She swallowed hard and it hurt hear throat as she passed the flat she entered the first time she had been here, she ventured down the hall towards the flat that the police had cleaned out. She had to push herself each time, there wasn't a hint of light in that direction and she felt that everyone, no matter how brave was at least a little bit scared of the dark never mind the abyss she was sinking deeper into.

There was a sudden light in her face when she turned into the fat flat, it dazzled her and she heard a voice shouting.
'QUICK,  GET HER I HERE, MAN!' it said and she felt herself being dragged against her will deeper into the flat, she panicked bit she knew that harsh young voice wasn't his. She was thrown to the floor hard, feeling splinters entering the skin of her hands as she landed then there was a blow to her stomach that knocked the wind right out of her. She tried to beg for it to stop but no words came out, only a strangled whine.
'Go on do it again' a different voice said. A girl's voice.

This time the blow was to get face, she felt some sort of fabric in what she guessed was a kick. She lost control of her arms which she was using in an attempt to get herself back up. Blood spilled from her mouth when her face was stomped hard against the bare wooden floor.

Just want to thank you all for reading folks but I'm going to be taking just a little break from Candyman to start up some other projects guys but I'll be completing this in the future so keep on reading and providing feedback.