There's a danger in the night - as I have come to learn. I wake at dawn, yawn and hop out of the tree I had rested my head for the night. The leaves crunching under impact. Flashes of that face, or, not a face, still present in my fearful mind. The morning sky looked red through the looming black trees encasing me into this void of paranoia and fear. "What I wouldn't give for someone to be he..." I mumble, but am cut short by the steady approach of footsteps. Human; I can tell by the impact. They're most probably male; the footsteps sound more forced than poised. Automatically, my mind goes into defence, grabbing the knife from my shoe and whizzing around in a frantic frenzy to protect myself.
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Don't Try and Stop Me
Fanfiction'His face. His non-existent face. Burned into my mind like a scar. It was white, not just white, ghostly. The kind of face you'd find in a nightmare.' Gwendolyn, the kind of name you'd associate with a fair lady in medieval Britain, but would you as...
