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发表于 2012-3-27 10:36 | 显示全部楼层 |阅读模式


A group of four men turned around the corner I was heading for, dressed too casually to be heading home from the office, but they were too grimy to be tourists. As they approached me, I realized they weren't too many years older than I was. They were joking loudly among themselves, laughing raucously and punching each other's arms. I scooted as far to the inside of the sidewalk as I could to give them room, walking swiftly, looking past them to the corner.
"Hey, there!" one of them called as they passed, and he had to be talking to me since no one else was around. I glanced up automatically. Two of them had paused, the other two were slowing. The closest, a heavyset, dark-haired man in his early twenties, seemed to be the one who had spoken. He was wearing a flannel shirt open over a dirty t-shirt, cut-off jeans, and sandals. He took half a step toward me.
"Hello," I mumbled, a knee-jerk reaction. Then I quickly looked away and walked faster toward the corner. I could hear them laughing at full volume behind me.
"Hey, wait!" one of them called after me again, but I kept my head down and rounded the corner with a sigh of relief. I could still hear them chortling behind me.
I found myself on a sidewalk leading past the backs of several somber-colored warehouses, each with large bay doors for unloading trucks, padlocked for the night. The south side of the street had no sidewalk, only a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire protecting some kind of engine parts storage yard. I'd wandered far past the part of Port Angeles that I, as a guest, was intended to see. It was getting dark, I realized, the clouds finally returning, piling up on the western horizon, creating an early sunset. The eastern sky was still clear, but graying, shot through with streaks of pink and orange. I'd left my jacket in the car, and a sudden shiver made me cross my arms tightly across my chest. A single van passed me, and then the road was empty.
The sky suddenly darkened further, and, as I looked over my shoulder to glare at the offending cloud, I realized with a shock that two men were walking quietly twenty feet behind me.
They were from the same group I'd passed at the corner, though neither was the dark one who'd spoken to me. I turned my head forward at once, quickening my pace. A chill that had nothing to do with the weather made me shiver again. My purse was on a shoulder strap and I had it slung across my body, the way you were supposed to wear it so it wouldn't get snatched. I knew exactly where my pepper spray was — still in my duffle bag under the bed, never unpacked. I didn't have much money with me, just a twenty and some ones, and I thought about "accidentally" dropping my bag and walking away. But a small, frightened voice in the back of my mind warned me that they might be something worse than thieves.
I listened intently to their quiet footsteps, which were much too quiet when compared to the boisterous noise they'd been making earlier, and it didn't sound like they were speeding up, or getting any closer to me. Breathe, I had to remind myself. You don't know they're following you. I continued to walk as quickly as I could without actually running, focusing on the right-hand turn that was only a few yards away from me now. I could hear them, staying as far back as they'd been before. A blue car turned onto the street from the south and drove quickly past me. I thought of jumping out in front of it, but I hesitated, inhibited, unsure that I was really being pursued, and then it was too late.
I reached the corner, but a swift glance revealed that it was only a blind drive to the back of another building. I was half-turned in anticipation; I had to hurriedly correct and dash across the narrow drive, back to the sidewalk. The street ended at the next corner, where there was a stop sign. I concentrated on the faint footsteps behind me, deciding whether or not to run. They sounded farther back, though, and I knew they could outrun me in any case. I was sure to trip and go sprawling if I tried to go any faster. The footfalls were definitely farther back. I risked a quick glance over my shoulder, and they were maybe forty feet back now, I saw with relief. But they were both staring at me.
It seemed to take forever for me to get to the corner. I kept my pace steady, the men behind me falling ever so slightly farther behind with every step. Maybe they realized they had scared me and were sorry. I saw two cars going north pass the intersection I was heading for, and I exhaled in relief. There would be more people around once I got off this deserted street. I skipped around the corner with a grateful sigh.
And skidded to a stop.
The street was lined on both sides by blank, doorless, windowless walls. I could see in the distance, two intersections down, streetlamps, cars, and more pedestrians, but they were all too far away. Because lounging against the western building, midway down the street, were the other two men from the group, both watching with excited smiles as I froze dead on the sidewalk. I realized then that I wasn't being followed.
I was being herded.
I paused for only a second, but it felt like a very long time. I turned then and darted to the other side of the road. I had a sinking feeling that it was a wasted attempt. The footsteps behind me were louder now.
"There you are!" The booming voice of the stocky, dark-haired man shattered the intense quiet and made me jump. In the gathering darkness, it seemed like he was looking past me.
"Yeah," a voice called loudly from behind me, making me jump again as I tried to hurry down the street. "We just took a little detour."
My steps had to slow now. I was closing the distance between myself and the lounging pair too quickly. I had a good loud scream, and I sucked in air, preparing to use it, but my throat was so dry I wasn't sure how much volume I could manage. With a quick movement I slipped my purse over my head, gripping the strap with one hand, ready to surrender it or use it as weapon as need demanded.
The thickset man shrugged away from the wall as I warily came to a stop, and walked slowly into the street.
"Stay away from me," I warned in a voice that was supposed to sound strong and fearless. But I was right about the dry throat — no volume.
"Don't be like that, sugar," he called, and the raucous laughter started again behind me.
I braced myself, feet apart, trying to remember through my panic what little self-defense I knew. Heel of the hand thrust upward, hopefully breaking the nose or shoving it into the brain. Finger through the eye socket — try to hook around and pop the eye out. And the standard knee to the groin, of course. That same pessimistic voice in my mind spoke up then, reminding me that I probably wouldn't have a chance against one of them, and there were four. Shut up! I commanded the voice before terror could incapacitate me. I wasn't going out without taking someone with me. I tried to swallow so I could build up a decent scream.
Headlights suddenly flew around the corner, the car almost hitting the stocky one, forcing him to jump back toward the sidewalk. I dove into the road — this car was going to stop, or have to hit me. But the silver car unexpectedly fishtailed around, skidding to a stop with the passenger door open just a few feet from me.
"Get in," a furious voice commanded.
It was amazing how instantaneously the choking fear vanished, amazing how suddenly the feeling of security washed over me — even before I was off the street — as soon as I heard his voice. I jumped into the seat, slamming the door shut behind me.

几个男人成群结队地从我正在走向的街角走出来,穿着如此随便,就好像是在下班回家的路上,但他们都脏兮兮的,看上去不像是游客。当他们走到我面前时,我意识到他们没比我大几岁。他们在大声地开着彼此的玩笑,刺耳地大笑着,相互推搡着胳膊。我飞快地躲到人行道内侧,给他们让出路来,很快地走过去,想要从他们身边走过去穿过街角。
“嘿,这儿!”当他们经过的时候,其中一个喊道。他只能是在跟我说话,因为周围根本没有别人。我下意识地抬起头,他们中的两个停了下来,另外两个还在慢慢走着。离我最近的那个体格魁梧的黑发男人看上去才二十出头,似乎就是刚刚说话的那人。他穿着一件敞开着的法兰绒衬衣,里面穿着一件肮脏的T恤衫,牛仔裤破破烂烂的,还穿着凉鞋。他向我迈了一步。
“你好。”纯粹是下意识地,我低声说道。然后我飞快地看向别处,加速向拐角处走去。我能听到他们在我身后高声大笑着。
“嘿,等等!”他们中的一个又在我背后喊道,但我继续向前冲,直到转过街角,才安下心来,松了一口气。我依然能提到从背后传来的他们得意的高笑。
我发现自己站在一条人行道上,它通向几座暗色调的大仓库背后,每一座仓库都有着巨大的供货车卸货用到车库门,因为到了晚上而紧锁着。街道南面没有人行道,只有一道高高围起的,上面安着带刺的铁丝网,保卫着高墙后存放着重要货物的远足。我看出来了,作为一个人生地不熟的访客,我离天使港那边已经相当远了。我意识到,天色越来越黯淡,云层最终又聚拢来了,堆积在西边的地平线上,让日落提前了。东边的天空依然晴朗,却灰蒙蒙的,布满了粉色和橙色的光纹。我把夹克留在了车里,一阵忽然的战栗让我紧紧地把双臂抱在胸前。一辆单厢货车从我身边开过,然后路面又变得空荡荡起来。
天忽然黑得更快了,然后当我越过自己的肩膀看向那片烦人的云彩时,我震惊地注意到两个男人正在我身后二十英尺外的地方悄无声息地向我走来。
他们是刚刚在街角和我擦身而过的那伙人,但不是刚刚和我说话的那个肤色黝黑的人。我立刻转过头,加快了脚步。一阵与天气无关的寒意又一次让我战栗起来。我的钱包用一根皮带斜挎在身上,我把它紧紧地捂在身上,就是那种你能想到的姿势,这样它就不容易被抢走了。我确切地知道我的防狼喷雾在那里——仍在我床底下的登山包里,还没开封。我身上没有多少钱,只有二十几美元。我考虑着“不小心”让我的包掉下去,然后快步走开。但是,我脑后的一个小小的,吓人的声音警告着我,他们可能会是比强盗更糟糕的人。
我专注地聆听着他们安静的脚步声,但比起他们之前发出的嘈杂的噪音,这实在是太安静了点。听起来他们也没有任何加速或者靠近我的意思。呼吸,我不得不提醒自己。你不知道他们是不是真的在跟着你。我继续快步走着,速度快得就差没跑起来,专注地盯着现在离我只有几码远的右手边的转角处。我能听到,他们和我依然保持着原来的距离。一辆蓝色的小车从南边开进这条街道,飞快地从我身边开过。我想过跳到车前把它截住,但我犹豫了。我抑制住自己的冲动,是因为不敢确定自己是不是真的被跟踪了。然后,已经太迟了。  
我走到拐角处,飞快地瞥了一眼,发现那只是通往另一幢建筑物的断头路。我中途改变了主意。我不得不赶紧改变方向,冲过那条狭窄的车道,然后回到人行道上。这条道路在下一个拐角处中断了。那里有一个停下的标志。我把注意力集中在身后微弱的脚步声上,考虑着要不要逃跑。但是,他们听起来在背后更远的地方,而且我知道无论如何他们都会跑过我的。如果我试图跑快些,我一定会被绊到,然后躺倒在地上。脚步声显然是从后面更远的地方传来的。我冒险飞快地向肩膀后扫了一眼,然后宽慰地看到,他们现在在离我大概有四十英尺的距离。但他们都在盯着我。
我似乎永远也不可能走到拐角处。我尽量让自己的步子踏得稳一些,那两个被我远远地抛在后面的男人每一步都走得那么的轻。也许是他们意识到自己吓着我了,所以感到抱歉。我看见两辆车一路向北开进了我正在前往的那个十字路口,我宽慰地松了口气。等我离开这条荒芜的街道的时候,周围一定会有更多人的。我轻快地跳过拐角,感激地叹了口气。
然后脚下一滑,停在那里。
这条街道两旁全是空白的,没有门窗的墙。我能看见在远处两个十字路口以外的地方,有街灯,有车流,还有更多的行人,但那些都太远了。因为在这条街的中部,在西边的建筑物旁闲逛着的,正是那伙人中另外两个。当我僵在人行道上的时候,他们都兴奋地笑着看着我。然后我意识到,我没有被跟踪。
我被堵截了。
我只停顿了一秒,但却像一个世纪一样漫长。我转过身去,向路的另一头冲去。我有种沉重的感觉,知道这只是一次白费力的尝试。我身后的脚步声现在变响了。
“你来啦!”从那个健壮结实的黑发男人口中发出的浑厚的说话声打破这片紧绷的宁静,把我吓了一跳。在逐渐聚拢的黑暗中,他似乎是在向我身后看去。
“是啊。”在我试图飞快地穿过街道时,一个声音从我身后大喊着,又把我吓了一跳。“我们只是绕了点路。”
现在我不得不放慢了脚步。我把自己跟那两个闲逛的人的距离缩短得太快了。我的尖叫相当地响亮,我深吸了一口气,准备让它派上用场。但我的嗓子实在太干了,我不敢肯定我能发出多大的音量。我飞快地把钱包越过头取下来,用一只手紧紧地攥着那条皮带,准备把它交出来,或者在必要的时候当成武器用。
当我警惕着停下脚步的时候,慢慢地向街道走去的时候,那个矮胖的男人在墙那边耸了耸肩。
“离我远点。”我警告着,猜想着自己的声音听起来有力而且无畏。但我对喉咙太干的判断是正确的——音量不够。
“别这样,甜心。”他喊道,然后一片沙哑的笑声又在我背后响起。
我鼓起勇气,分腿站立,试图在恐惧中记起我知道的那些少得可怜的防身术。手腕外侧向上猛刺,有望打断鼻梁或者把它挤进脑袋里。手指向眼窝猛刺——努力向上钩起,把眼珠子剜出来。当然,还有标准的膝撞腹股沟。同一个悲观的声音在我脑海里大声说着,提醒我很有可能根本没有胜算对抗其中的一个,更何况这里有四个人。闭嘴!我赶在恐惧击倒我以前对那个声音下令。如果没人帮我,我根本不可能逃出生天。我试图吞咽了一下,好发出足够响亮的尖叫。
车灯忽然从转角处飞快地冲过来,那辆车几乎撞上了那个矮胖的男人,逼得他跳回了人行道上。我冲到路上——这辆车要么停下来,要么就得撞上我了。但那辆车出人意料地摆尾急转,骤然停在离我几英尺远的地方,乘客座的门打开了。
“上车。”一个狂怒的声音命令道。
这实在是太惊人了,那种令人窒息的恐惧瞬间消失了,一种安全感席卷了我的全身——我甚至还在街上站着呢——这一切都发生在我听到他的声音的那一刹那。我跳进座位里,猛地用力把我身后的门关上。

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