I was running as fast as my legs could carry me, but yet it was still gaining speed. It was going to catch up with me, that much I knew. Why it was targeting me of all people, I wasn’t sure. I mean, out of the seventeen billion people on this planet, it had to choose me. Me, who looked like every other thirteen year old girl around. With my red hair and green eyes, I’ll admit I looked a tiny bit different, but that’s it. I acted the same. I talked the same. Why choose me? Either way, it was going to kill me. And not in a generous way either. Slowly and painfully, the worst kind of killing. Ducking into an alleyway, I watched it run by me in a gleam of bright purple and neon green. In a second it was on it’s way back, never pausing to switch directions or even stop for breath. It only whirled back around in a circle, too quickly for the eye to register. It would be in reach of me soon. I hoped this wasn’t a dead end alley.
I took off running, and quickly came to a wall, barring my way from going any further. Fright will drive a girl to extremes, I’ll tell you that. I didn’t stop, or even slow down as the wall drew nearer and nearer. I braced myself for the impact of cold, hard bricks, and received---Nothing. Nothing except for a light misting on the skin.
So how does a girl get in such a quagmire, do you ask? Well, it’s simple, really.