Kylie Summers didn't know where to go. She ran and ran for miles, her size seven feet blistered and burning with pain. "Come back little demi god!" a not so bright man called, his bigger sized legs struggling to keep up with the agile girl. "For the last time my names not Demi whatever!" The desperate girl called out, her short legs tired of running. This wack job man with grimy hair that strung down in his face had been following her for what seemed like hours, his bigger steps no match for the small girls speed. "What do you want from me?" She screeched, suddenly turning to face her pursuer. He shook with laughter, his hair flipping up. Kylie summers gulped at his face and stared into his large blue eye. "I want to make you into a fine soup." he cackled, his attention too focused to notice the stygian iron sword slice right through him.
