Every week, (except for the last few weeks) I write a short story for all to read here on my blog. I hold weekly votes for the writing prompt of these shorts in my VIP Facebook Group. The story from last time was so popular, that everyone who voted wanted to read part 5. Here’s the original prompt:

A girl steps into the mind of other people as she sleeps. She sees and experiences what they do.

And here’s the link to the parts 1, 2, 3, and 4 if you haven’t read them yet:

Night Chaser #1

Night Chaser #2

Night Chaser #3

Night Chaser #4

NOTE: These are just for fun and therefore aren’t professionally edited. I did self-edit, but please excuse any errors. If I do officially publish these stories, errors will be fixed.

Night Chaser #5 | Escape

Logan Wingate was a human lie detector and twisted truth serum all in one. My muscles ached from the shocking pain he sent through me. I needed to get out of this situation before he made me tell him anything else. Lydia’s whereabouts may still be a secret and I wasn’t about to let him have it.

The two men in the room with me watched me carefully as I looked around the room. I was pretty sure we were in a warehouse. A metal cart sat to my right. Also on that side, I could see that part of the metal siding had rusted out in one spot and it was covered with plywood. With any luck, I could use push the cart through it and get out.

I was pretty sure I could take the men out if I could just get my wrists and ankles unbound. Zip ties were tricky to get out of, especially since my wrists are behind my back. I’d practiced it a dozen times, though. Memories of YouTube videos flashed through my mind.

I’d have to use all the force I could to slam my arms forward and hopefully break the locking tab in the first try. Then I’d have to break the one around my ankles…easy. I hoped.

The door opened, and another man came into the room. He motioned for the other guys to approach him. They looked at me before walking over and speaking in hushed tones. This was my only chance.

I stood from my chair and swung my arms forward. The zip tie broke as my wrists were forced apart by my hips.

The movement sent me falling forward and my hands cushioned my fall just in time. My ankles were still bound and the guys began to react.

I ignored the pain in my wrists and palms. As they approached, I swung my legs around as I came to a sitting position and attempted to take them down. Two fell for it and the other guy didn’t.

With my hands free, I grabbed the metal chair next to me and threw it at the men. It landed right where I wanted it. One of the legs stuck out so that I could smack my bound ankles onto it at an angle that would break the zip tie. A snap sounded and I was finally free. Pain from the barely-healed wound on my foot shot up my leg, but the men were starting to recover.

I stood and grabbed the other chair which was made of wood. In one swift motion, I swung it at all three of them. The first two got the brunt of it, but by the time I got to the third guy most of the chair had broken into pieces.

With one wooden leg still in my hand, I doubled back and landed a blow to him too. He stumbled back and tripped over one of the other guys. I took the chance to grab the cart and run toward the plywood cover at full speed. It broke through with ease and I slipped out with the men hot on my tail.

One had almost grabbed my ankle as I crawled through the hole. I rolled onto my feet and jumped into a run. Warehouses were all that I could see. I rounded a corner and kept running until I found a street sign and my bearings.

I sensed that there were men after me, but they would’ve had a hard time getting through the small hole I made and probably had to use the door. I kept running until I found a busy street. I slowed to a quick walk and took a lot of turns.

At one point, I stepped into an adult entertainment store to see if anyone was following me. A few men inside looked at me as if they’d never seen a real woman before. I pretended to browse for a while. The hound would likely be on my scent soon enough.

An employee sat behind a desk littered with nude magazine clippings. He was reading something with a naked girl on the cover.

“Is there a back entrance?” I asked.

He didn’t look up from his reading material but pointed at a door in the corner.

I shook my head and headed out.

The alley was clear. I made my way through and hailed a cab. I decided to have it drive around for a bit before taking me home. My heart raced from the adrenaline and I needed to calm it before getting back to Lydia’s.


Finally, I arrived at my temporary home. I had to run inside to grab cash for the driver but tipped him well to make up for it.

As the cab driver pulled away, I watched his taillights fade. I sighed and turned to go back inside.

Matilda greeted me as I shut the door to Lydia’s apartment. She purred and meowed. I knelt down and ran my fingers through her soft fur. I had no idea what I was going to do. Nowhere was safe.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Logan’s men showed up at Lydia’s apartment sometime soon. There had to be something I could do to keep her safe. If I asked her to leave town and take Matilda, she’d freak.

It was four in the morning and Lydia would probably be home soon. I needed a plan before she returned.

I didn’t want to think about Lydia falling into Logan’s grasp. The memory of the pain he’d caused me made me flinch. I couldn’t let Lydia experience that–ever.

Hunger hit me like a brick. I stood up from petting Matilda and went to the kitchen to find a snack and think about what the hell I was going to do about my problems. Protecting Lydia was priority number one. Then, I needed to figure out how to take Logan down. He was certainly up to no good and I couldn’t allow him to continue with whatever plans he had for the city.

I found a bag of chips and then some cold ranch dip in the fridge. I set them out on the counter and dug in.

Matilda sat on the floor and peered up at me. Her ears pointed toward the front door. Her head followed a moment later. I stood from the stool and crept closer to the door. I wasn’t sure if it was Lydia, or someone else trying to get in.

The doorknob turned and the door opened.

Unaware of my presence, Lydia stepped in. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth and I went to greet her.

“How was work?” I asked.

Lydia smiled as she closed the door behind her. “It was busy,” she replied.

“It always is. I’m having some chips and dip in the kitchen if you want to join me for a snack,” I said.

“Let me put my stuff away and I’ll be right there.”

I nodded and went back to the kitchen. I decided we should probably have some water with our snack so I filled two glasses and set them on the counter. Lydia came in shortly and sat across from me.

“You look worse than I do,” she said.

I cringed. I was hoping she wouldn’t notice but was for the best. She needed to be aware of the danger.

“I had a pretty busy night,” I replied.

“I thought you were going to stay in.”

“Well, I meant to. I only went to the club to wear myself out so I could sleep, but I ran into the owner while I was there. He recognized me.”

“Well, that’s no surprise. You go there all the time.”

“He recognized me from surveillance camera footage outside the diner from the other night. He knows what I’ve been doing and he wants me to stop. Apparently, I’ve been putting too many of his men behind bars.”

Lydia stared at me a took a deep breath. “I knew something like this would happen. What did he do to you? You look like hell!”

I swung my gaze to the side. I couldn’t look her in the eyes right now. “Nothing. At least, nothing at the club. He merely told me to stop my nightly activities, or else. I came home after our little conversation, but I had a dream and went to help someone. When I got there, the guy from my place was there. He bested me and took me to Logan Wingate.”

“Logan is the owner of the club?” she asked.

“Yes. They had me zip-tied. Logan… He’s something else. He has powers. Horrible ones.”

“What do you mean?” Lydia set her glass down. Worry lines wove their way across her face.

I sighed. “He was able to make me tell him the truth about my powers with one agonizing touch. One finger touched my chest and pain spread throughout my entire body like wildfire. The urge to tell him the truth was even worse. He’s a lie detector and truth serum in one.”

Lydia propped her elbows on the counter and put her fingers to her temples. “So, basically, you antagonized a very powerful man who kidnapped you. How the hell did you get away?”

“I have my ways. I’ve been practicing escape methods in case anything like this ever happened. The important thing is I got out before he made me tell him about you. But, he knows your name and he’s going to find this place soon.”

Lydia slammed her hands onto the counter. “Do you even hear yourself? You have your ways? He knows my name? What the hell are we going to do? I wish you never would’ve called me the other night. Damn it, Abby!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what else to do!” I threw my hands up. I wished I never called her either. It was all my fault.

“Can’t you just stop? Maybe he’ll back off if you do what he says.”

“He knows about my powers now. He’s not going to stop. He’s fascinated by them and wants to find out how I got them. Besides, I can’t just watch him tear up this city.”

Lydia stood from her seat and crossed her arms. “Of course you can’t. I understand why you feel that you need to do this, but you should’ve left me out of it.”

“I know that now. I didn’t realize there was a whole network of bad guys, okay?”

“It doesn’t matter now. Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to call the hospital right now and tell them I have a family emergency. I’m going to take my two weeks of vacation and get out of town. That’s how long you have to fix this, Abby. You can stay here if you want, but when I get back, you better have somewhere else to stay. As long as you’re doing this, I can’t have you around.”

Tears flooded my eyes. A glimmer in her eye told me she noticed them, but turned and went upstairs to her bedroom to pack. I hunched over the counter and rested my head in my arms. Emotional and physical exhaustion threatened to break me down. Matilda peered up at me and meowed.


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2 thoughts on “Night Chaser #5: A superhero short story by Kayla Curry

  1. I have just read all 5 episodes of ‘Night Chaser’. (good, intriguing name, by the way) I found the story capturing and holding my attention.
    I can hardly wait for the next episode. I sincerely hope you will finish this tale and publish it as a completed book. It retains the readers’ interest, with a determined heroine, who is very aware of the dangers she faces, yet has the courage to continue in spite of the danger.

    The story is suitable for both YA, and Adult Action-Adventure. Add Thriller to that. I think that, if published, this book would definite gain and retain a very large multitude of readers and fans. It could easily begin a very popular series.

    Please do publish this book; it’s well-worth it. I look forward to reading the rest of the story. If I were reviewing it, I would give it 5 stars, especially because it retains the readers’ interest, has almost non-stop action, and does not bore the reader. The characters are interesting (even the cat), and continue to further develop their personalities.

    Thanks again for allowing me to read this story.

    Take care.

    1. Thank you so much, Terry! I really appreciate the in-depth feedback. I am definitely considering turning this into a full-length novel and series.

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