The Phenominal Adventures of Lena, Part 2

I have too long neglected my plucky heroine. It is once again time to delve into the convoluted web that comprises her existence. At this moment our female protagonist is in the grips of terror. Just take a look. . .

It was a bright and sunshiny morning, the birds were even singing in the treetops. The trees looked like ripe candied apples dripping with caramel. The weather was just starting to change, and people were preparing for the cold by wearing pants and longsleeves. The breeze carressed Lena's face as she stepped out of her townhome. Everything was perfect, TOO perfect in fact. There was danger afoot, Lena could feel it. She would have to be on her gaurd, after all a woman who was not prepared was a woman in peril. She began the short walk to her office. She noticed the mailman driving up the opposite side of the street. She found him highly suspicious, always thumbing through her mail, she would keep a wary eye out for him. She continued her walk, she enjoyed her walks immensely, it gave her an opportunity to hone her observation skills. She was like an eagle, her eyes caught everything. Those who saw her would never know they were being watched, this was her piece de resistance, similar to an actor in a great drama, so was she constantly in a disguise of ignorance. Only she knew how truly aware of her circumstances she was. . . . sorry she gets so focused on her special abilities that she forgets where the story is going, . . . ok she remembers. As she was walking she noticed that there were suprisingly few people about. She was about to state this observation to herself, when she noticed that her steps sounded different today than than they normally did, they were heavier, and faster than they typically were. She looked down and realized that she as walking strangely. It was as if her body had a consiousness of it's own. "I'm being silly," she thought, "I'll just slow myself down," but for some reason her limbs would not obey the command of her mind. Suddenly a maniacal laugh burst forth inside her brain. She stopped, and looked around to see if others had heard the sound, however she was alone on the street. She then noticed that she again had control of her extremities. The birds crooned endlessly, but now it seemed as if the were deriding her instead of singing the praises of the changing seasons. At the corner she spied a friend whom she could confide in, she opened her mouth to call to her, but the voice that issued forth sounded foreign to her, manly with a western twang. She clamped her hands to her mouth and ran into the nearest alley. She was out of breath and struggling to maintain control. She tested her voice again but it was her own. She knew now that she had been exerting herself far too much at work. Perhaps a sick day was in order, Lena would simply call in. "No you won't." said a voice next to her. "Yes I will, I'll just call in. . . " she didn't finish her sentence for there beside her stood the most terrifying apparition she had ever seen. He was 8 feet tall and lanky,because honestly is there any other realistic option? He looked like he had been stretched by some mideival torture device, and from the hollow look in his eyes he very well may have been. His butter colored hair was long and matted into dreadlock type knots, and there were lumps in it almost as if he had used it as a napkin at mealtimes. His clothes were actually extremely nice, considering that otherwise she might have thought him homeless, she remembered seeing a similar suit sold in Armani, it was slate black, which sadly enough could do nothing for his complexion which was the color of green kalamata olives. His shirt was unbuttoned a little to reveal his hairy chest. He leered at her as she tried to convince herself that this creature was not really there. . . .
Thats all for tonight stay tuned for the rest of this thrilling tale later.