A frosty beginning

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I stumbled through the abandoned street falling over sidewalks and slipping into puddles. My hair was a wet mop plastered to my face and my teeth shook in cold or fear I didn't know... A shadow shot out from the corner. It was looking for... me, yellow predatory eyes staring wickedly at me as I continued to run to the only place that I knew could keep me safe from this thing. I glanced a look behind me as I ran through the streets passing alley after alley I decended further into the city, but all I saw was the shadows and the curved mouth that whispered the most horrendous things... Truth. I ran and ran as its words spilled out of its mouth carresing my neck, 'you can't run forever'. I threw a passing metal trash can at its face, such a cold menacing wolfs face made of smooth black tendrils, old newspapers flew everywhere as the tin collided.
'Thats cute Ash but it doesn't make me wrong... Rather the opposite' It only got closer my red scarf trailing behind me almost close enough that the darkness could touch it, maybe if it reached a tendril out....
I ran and ran I didn't think of how it knew my name only that I needed to get away from it.
'I only want to talk Ash' That was my mother's voice as I twirled around to face my mother standing in front of me clear as day.
'Impossible' I breathed sweat lining my forehead and tears lining my eyelids. She stood still and I shook my head. 'What did you do to my mother? What are you doing?' My face hardened, my hands balled into fists by my sides. I stalked towards the creature staring at it with all the anger I could sum up.
'Who are you and what do you want?' I yelled blocking out any fear by three years of viciouse cold hearted rage.
I pulled out the knife hidden in my jacket pocket and held it up in the face of my opponent. I felt the soft carress of this creature over me and let out a breath of fear. I felt the words the carress whispered over my skin... As my mother... this creature smiled a smile so villaneous on my mother's face. The smile was seeped unnaturalness as she/ it said in a sly and cold voice 'Truth...because sometimes not all truths are truth and not even I can know all'

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