Close call.

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Footsteps. She shot up and cleared her eyes as her muscles tensed. She could almost taste the fear in her mouth. Swiftly, she went behind the door. The footsteps grew louder as they came up the stairs. Her heart beat hard against her chest, she couldn't sustain her level of breathing.

Then, a hand held the door. He got in the room and closed the door as he looked at her, top to bottom and back up again. She stopped. She couldn't hear herself breath.

"I thought you'd do better than hide from me. You know very well I'm a good seeker. The best on the land in fact. " he said, smiling ever so deviously at her. Loathe was written all over his face.

"Arsen, " she finally managed to say, "leave me alone. I don't want to fight. Not now. Please." Her voice minimized to a whisper as she talked. She was trying her best to keep her tears back.

Without hesitation, he threw his hand on her neck and squeezed it as he laughed, loudly. She was choking, fast. And if she didn't do anything about it, she would die.

Her head throbbed with the blood pressure in it. She tensed. She couldn't get rid of his hand. She couldn't breath. She couldn't think.


Then, she tossed her leg and hit Arsen on his knee, bending it the wrong way and he backed away, clenching his knee in pain. As she regained her breathe on the floor, Arsen punched her face and she sprawled onto the other side of the bed. With his superspeed, he ran to her side, punching and clawing into her, more and more even before she could raise her head.

Then suddenly, the front door opened. Clawdene was out cold. On hearing the front door's creak, he jumped out the window and disappeared in the shadows.

Agatha ran up the stairs and found Clawdene on the floor.

On her arm, CV.

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