Rebel Yell

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    It was getting late, around 9:30PM when Amber decided to call it quits on her strict workout routine, she gathered her belonging from the sweaty room and headed toward the women's locker room to freshen up and head out.

    Making her way through a crowd of other exhausted people, a familiar fake blonde with dead look in her eyes approached her with a mysterious Hispanic man, who towered over her small stature,

"Hey, Amber! Meet Richard. Isn't he the cutest?"

    Montana looked up at Richard, the dead aura that was once trapped in her gaze ceased, and was replaced with one filled with love and adoration. Amber met Richard's eyes; dark and brooding. It sent chills through the girl's body, and he could sense her fear.

"So your name's Amber? That's a pretty name"

    The 5'6" girl crossed her arms in an attempt of a defensive form of body language, Montana, being oblivious and blindsided by Richard's good looks averted her eyes to her friend, and piped up after a short silence was given to the compliment,

"Anyway, Richard and I are gonna hang out. See you later!"

    Montana grabbed Richard by the forearm and dragged him away, but not before he could sneak one last glance at the shaken up girl who was left alone in the now sparsely populated building.

    Finally making her way to the locker room, Amber opened up her locker to get the gym towel she had packed in her bag and proceeded to the communal showers. Stripping off the now cold from old sweat aerobics clothes, she turned the shower handle to a bearable temperature and stepped in whence it came.

    Enjoying the hot shower, Amber rinsed off the stress that had accumulated over the course of the day, unknowing of the time, she stepped out of the shower to see a vague shadow of a man standing menacingly in the distance.