At the End of Orthodox St.

She was hiding in the dark alleyways of the small town. It was damp and the ground rose with steam from the melting snow. Her boots planted in their spot not daring to move or she might slip or worse, make a sound. This feeling gave her nostalgia. This is where it all started and now it will be where it all ended.

She pushed against the cold brick wall where she was pressing her body up against. Her sweater felt heavy on her shoulders and her heart only began to pound worse in her ears. She peeked around the wall. Nothing. No one in the streets nor walking about the town at this time of night. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Had she lost them? She moved her foot and placed it on the ground slowly and then she took another step. Crunch.

She paused. Then just as slowly once again took another step. Crunch.

Her eyes narrowed. If her ears were like a cat's you would see her ears prick up like one as she strained her hearing. Someone was behind her. The girl gripped the knife she was holding tighter. And as she was about to turn towards the person that said person got to her first.

A gloved hand held the girl's wrist with the knife in it and her jaw was met with the end of a gun. The culprit?

A woman dressed as lovely as ever in a lengthy black coat, fluffy scarf, heels, and one of many decorative hats she adored oh so much was placed on top of the woman's elegantly curled red hair, stood before the girl. And the girl would have recognized that woman who would wear such a hat anywhere. The woman tighten her gloved hand around the girl's wrist and she readied the gun with her other. The woman's face held anger and pleasant victory in catching the girl.

"Let. Me. Go." the girl spat threateningly.

The woman's mouth twitched into an unsettling grin, showing off her perfectly pearl white teeth. "Oh, but my dear Gwen." The woman said with a voice like silver. "I'm afraid that's impossible, because you can never escape me."