I was running through the alley ways of Paris. My boots were clicking on the cobblestone. Click clack click clack. What was I running from? The Eyes. Doesn't sound scary? Well it's horrifying. Being chased around the city of Paris at three am, by four men in white coats trying to put an "Impact com" in my wrist. As I run I hear the alley cats hissing and meowing at me as sprint through their homes. I'm wearing one of the worst possible outfits for running at three am. Black heeled boots, black short shorts, a maroon crop top, and a knee length green coat. My pale blue hair fanning out behind me as I ran. "Fleta? You can't run forever!" One of the men said.
Thud. I was hit in the head by something hard and cold. My eyes fell closed and everything was black.
