"Where are you, you **** ****?"  My eyes opened wider in the darkness as the woman's shrill words reached my ears.  A woman?  My head was spinning.  How could I have not noticed?  What had I been so scared of?  Scenarios of murder scenes from every t.v. story and movie I had ever seen raced through my head and I thought it better to remain still in the case that she had an accomplice.  "I know you're here and when I find you, I'm going to **** kill you for what you did to me!"  She sounded more aggitated as she scuffled slowly forward, unsure of her footing and my hiding place. 

I had to think of a way to get by her and out of that door.  If I could do that, I knew I had a better chance of getting to safety, or at least a decent shot of fighting her in the backyard.  My eyes adjusted to her sillouette leaning forward to peer into the blackness of the basement.  She was edging closer to the stone stepping blocks.  I hoped above all else that she would trip on the uneven edges and fall, giving me a chance to run.

"The last shall be first and the first shall be last...you aren't as smart as you think you are.." she almost sang the words.  A deep sigh eminated from within her as she stood straighter up.  She pointed her foot in search of something on the ground and found the edging of the stones.  Her arm began reaching over her head....she was trying to find the cord for the lightbulb overhead!  She knew this basement!  "You're mine, bitch!" she hissed and I heard the yank on the cord.....nothing.  The lightbulb had burned out earlier that week and I had yet to replace it.  The yanking continued without success and she let out a frustrated, throaty growl, shaking her head wildly as if trying to dismantle some invisible beast.

Somewhat more seemingly composed, she sat cross legged where she had stood, in the dirt, her body facing the door.  She knew it was the only way out and was not going to let me get past her without a fight.  I closed my eyes and breathed a deep breath as silently as I could.  She was less than five feet away from me and I knew her eyes would adjust to the darkness as mine had.  All she had to do was turn her head just a little to the left and we would be eye to eye there in the darkness.  "You know," she began, "I don't like having to be this way..."  the pitch in her voice rose and the tremor of aggitation was evident there.  "You!  You are so **** perfect!  Nothing you do is eeeeeeeeever wrong!"  The saracastic whining didn't help me to place the voice.  "Do you know what I've had to **** put up with because of you?! No? Well, I doubt you would.....you're too busy playing queen of the **** world to notice us poor little meaningless **** peasants, aren't you, you're majesty?"

I saw her hand reach into the trenchcoat like jacket pocket....maybe it was the jacket that made me think my intruder was male?  "I've got you by the leash and I am going to treat you like a dog!"  Her head turned slowly in my direction. My heart stopped. She was looking straight at me!  Another jet was on approach.  I decided to lunge at her with the screwdriver when it came directly overhead.  The plane was nearly overhead when I heard it....my cell phone! It was in my back pocket! I pushed up on my knees and reached for it falling forward onto one hand.  "Supriiiiiiiiise!"  I could see her hands on the ground in front of me. I slowly, reluctantly lifted my head.  The smile on her face looked like one of a mad Cheshire cat...confident and evil.  My eyes continued upwards pulling my face square to eachother's and my eyes locked onto hers.