Her heart was practically pounding out of her chest. Her lungs were crying for air, but still, she continued. She wouldn't stop. She couldn't stop. She stumbled on a small rock and fell, scraping her hands and knees, then scrambling to get up again. Gasping for air, she finally rested in a small alley, concealed from plain view, despite the bright lights illuminating the city. Suddenly, a figure fell from the roof into a crouch right in front of her. As he straightened up, the city lights revealed enough of his face to become recognizable. Jonathan.
"Leave me alone," the girl said, still panting. "Why wont you leave me alone?"
"What are you afraid of? You promised," he said darkly.
"I didn't promise you anything! I told you to give me some time!" She took a few steps backward and felt the brick wall behind her.
"Well, your time is up, sweetheart," he replied with a wicked grin.
Jonathan reached for the sword concealed behind his back and slashed through the cool night air.