Your lungs ignited with flames the harder you tried to catch up with the rest of the group. The mud drowned your feet in the earth with each step. The rain soaked into your gray shirt, sending chills up your arms. The ball suddenly came to you. You backed up and ran for it. A flash of a man with black eyeliner and an evil grin blocked your vision.
You missed the ball and landed into the mud, face first. Everyone on your team laughed at you and pointed at the muddy figure laying before them. The coach blowed the whistle and called everyone off the field. You looked up at the man smiling down on you. The man that always wanted to make sure your life was the worst, just for not wanting to work for him. "When will you stop?" He grins. "When you agree to my terms." He snaps his fingers to knock you out. He grabs ahold of you and walks off into the unknown.
