She was running, scared and alone. She had no choice but to keep moving, but the closer she got to safety, the more fear and doubt crept into her mind. Who was she kidding? Running away from a crazy killer? It was wishful thinking at best. No one could escape him forever.
As she made her way through the dark city streets, her heart raced and her breath came in short gasps. What if he caught up to her? He had been chasing her for days now; it wasn't going to be long before he found her again. If only she had a weapon, something that could protect herself.... Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of crashing metal behind her; she knew he was here, closing in on her fast. She turned around just in time to see him charging straight for her, his face twisted with such anger and hatred that it chilled her blood. She didn't have time to think or run; all she could do was shield herself from his deadly assault with whatever body parts were available. In the momentary respite afforded by his attack. What happened next will stay with her forevermore...
-Anonymous
