Isabel noticed Tweedly Dee is following her.

(chapter originally by newfavorite at writing.com)

Isabel ran for her life, through the crowd and towards a long abandoned isolated peer.

"I did it, I got her! She'll never show herself at this beach again!" Isabel thought to herself as she ran, her heart still pumping.

"I wonder where Steve and Layla and the rest of my group are? Wait till I tell them what happened, hell they probably already know! Everyone probably saw Claire naked!" Isabel smiled as she ran. Isabel started to slow in pace as she began to get tired. Isabel looked over her shoulder to see if the coast was clear. The coast was definitely not clear as she saw Tweedly Dee running towards her.

"Oh crap! She's gaining on me!" Isabel thought to herself as she picked up her own pace.

Isabel's heart raced as it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. Isabel hadn't had this feeling since she played tag as a kid. She knew that somehow the short Tweedly Dee was gaining on her and was probably going to catch her, but there was nothing she could do but run. Isabel felt like a lame gazelle being chased by a lion.

Eventually the dreaded feeling came. Isabel felt a hand grasp onto her ankle, she felt her momentum come to a stop and she found herself lying face down in the sand.

"Let me go!" Isabel repeated as she was put into some sort of chokehold on the ground. There was an eerie lack of response from Tweedly Dee.

"You a mute or something!" Isabel yelled out in her helpless state."

Isabel finally got a response, "No."

"Help, Steve, Layla, mmmmmmmmm." Isabel's mouth was muffled, by Tweedly Dee's hand. The two young women remained in this position, Isabel trying to let out muffled screams the whole time. They laid on the ground for some untold amount of minutes, when Isabel heard a person approaching.