My world stood still as I watched the dark silhouette seemed to fly, barely touching the roofs of the lower rise buildings nearby. I watched silently as the figure whipped out a concealed baton, from its coat. It sneaked stealthily yet speedily. My heart sped up, it was as if I knew what the figure was thinking. It was as if I would feel it's feelings, from such a distance away. My train of thoughts were broken as I saw from the corner of my eye a man readying a gun and leaning forward, wincing at the scope. I didn't have to guess who he was aiming for, I just knew, somehow. The figure transferred it's baton into it's left hand, as it took hold the railings. With one strong push and a thrust from it's right leg. The silhouette took flight again. I leaned forward towards my window grille and clenched my fist, wrapping around the frame of my window. My muscles tensed. I knew, that if the figure moved closer, the person would take a shot, and I couldn't let that happen. That's when I noticed, the man was shivering. I held a can of pepper spray in my left hang, and a baseball bat on my right, and I ran. I ran down the stairs, I ran down the street. I could feel my legs bringing me, towards the figure, like I was attracted towards some magical force. Why did I choose to protect the silhouette, I don't know. Why I did not suspect the figure could've been the antagonist, I do not know either. I just ran, as fast as i could. I ran towards the building that I thought I saw the man in. I should've been panting for breath, I should've been shivering in fear. But I could almost as if hear the silhouette calling out to me. The wind brushed past my ears, as a sparkle caught my eye. It was the gun barrel. I leaped forward from the window in the staircase and threw my baseball bat, as i closed my eyes and prayed it would hit. I heard the sound of metal clashing, followed by a grunt and I opened my eyes. I swear my heart skipped a beat, as I was paralyzed in fear. I was in mid-air and I was falling rapidly. I could feel the wind by my ears, the speed which I was falling, but time did not seem to move in conjunction with my body as it froze. I threw out my arm, hoping to grasp anything, just anything. It hit me like a rock, the railing of a balcony. My palm tightened as i grasped the railing. I hanged precariously off the third floor. "Shit" I called out. Never doing that again. The silence of the night was rudely interrupted by a bloodcurdling scream. Blood flew out of a man in the distance as he fell to his knees. The silhouette flew towards the building opposite to me at supersonic speed, before pushing of it and leaping towards me. The force was like a freight train. One moment I was hanging precariously off the railing, and another moment I was hit by the figure, sailing towards the air . I saw enough to recognize it's long hair and made a mental note that the figure was a female. "She smells good" I thought melodically to myself, as a wave of fatigue overwhelmed me, and I drifted to sleep
