You Know Me?

. . .
Five years ago, the first dissaperence happened. It was nothing big. Until it happened again, and again. People started to get scared. Now it's just normal...

Sasha ran through the street. It was pitch black and it was the best she could do to see her hands in front of her face. Her mom had warned her what would happen if she went out after dark, but she was just like: 'Why is she so over protective all the time? I'm 15, not 2!' 

Well, not anymore.

Jesus, she was running for her life. Enough with the flashbacks.

Sasha turned a sharp corner and regreted letting her hair down as soon as it whipped in the face. She almost sprinted straight into the wall of a dead end.

"Oh, shit!" she cried. Her pursuer rounded the corner and suddenly she felt a stinging pain in her shoulder. It was only moments before she faded into the darkness.

Her pursuer stopped and lowered his stun gun.

"Target Z-7 dealt with and accounted for," he spoke into his mouth piece. "For your information, Rick, I'm not happy about doing this."

"Don't worry, BH, it will pay off. It always does..."