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[silven6]

She was running from something. What is was she couldn’t say, but she knew she shouldn’t stick around. She turned and ran down a side street. It was dark out, and the street had poor lighting. She could hear it behind her. Panic filled her chest as she stumbled and kept running. It was wet outside, but it wasn’t raining. Puddles sprayed water as she ran through them. It was getting closer, she could feel it. She turned and she looked behind her. It was a tall figure cloaked in black. It stalked towards her, at barely even more than a walking pace. Yet it could still catch up to her, so she kept running. That is, until she hit a dead end. A building rose up in front of her, she found herself in an alleyway. The only way out was blocked by the figure in front of her. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest and she could feel blood pulsing in her ears. She swallowed down the urge to scream or sob. She set her jaw and put on her bravest front as it came closer. The nearer it got, the more she noticed it was actually dressed in a long trench coat. The hood was pulled over the head, leaving the face in shadow. It stopped in front of her, just out of reach, and she could hear a male voice speaking softly.
“Why do you run from me? Are you really that afraid of me?” He said softly, almost tauntingly. She swallowed and tried to speak, but found she couldn’t. At this, he pulled down his hood. She felt a shock run through her body as she heard the loud ring of a gunshot. Then she was falling….The world was spinning…..The cold, wet pavement scraped her hands as she tried to stop her fall. Her face hit the cement with a sharp smack, and everything went black. As she drifted into unconsciousness she could feel clammy hands pull at her, and his voice was saying….
“Don’t worry now, you’ll be okay. I have you now.”