I was completely and utterly terrified. My thoughts were racing as was my legs. My feet took me across many blocks in the city as I just ran... My thoughts were so fast that I was not concentrating.

Then, I ran straight into a dead end of an alley. I could hear their footsteps gradually getting closer, clicking over the wet pavement; this was the end of my freedom. I slid down the wall and closed my eyes, in defeat.

But nothing happened. When I opened them a few seconds later I saw the catchers standing just down the alley from me, there was about 10 of them. They needed me to be greatly out numbered, if they didn't they would all be burned hours ago. Their eyes were not topaz or black but a fear striking crimson, I would say nearly blood red.

They sauntered over to me flexing their fingers and baring their teeth. I knew it was all over, but I still tried. I pushed them and I screamed at the top of my lungs for help, but none the less there was no reply. We were all alone and I was helplessly at their mercy. When I screamed for help it made the leader angry, he took no chances with being caught.

He grabbed my face and pulled me upwards. "Jasper, Jasper, Jasper, you want to know why we are here?" His voice was husky and deep. He was so close to my own face that I was just able to nod slowly to answer.

"Maria is waiting!"

He answered to me, voice deep and terrifying, and his eyes board into my very soul. My expression changed from confutation to fear. Fear of the only one who could bring me down, without a word or touch. He and His associates laughed at my fear and that almost crippled me with shame.

Then for no reason, other than their enjoyment at kicking a underdog, they started kicking me as hard as they could. I felt like my bones were going to shatter into a million different pieces of an unsolvable puzzle. I curled up into a ball, giving up on a fight I would surely lose and desisted to do what I could to protect myself for now.

After kicking me till my flesh had ripped and you could see my insides, black in the night's dim light, he pulled me onto my feet by my thick hair. "Scared major?" he chuckled.

I hated anyone calling me that, so I tried to look away. He dropped me to the ground and rammed his boot into my head. He pushed down as hard as he could; when he saw that I was in pain again he grabbed my arm and injected me with something I couldn't see. Then I felt my limbs go numb.

After a few minutes he yanked me over his shoulder feet first so that my head was an inch away from the ground. The position was even more mocking, for the once great major. Then he started running I saw the rest of his comrades' follow close behind.

I finally, just laid their after I struggled a bit. I wanted the pain to overwhelm me, it already had in my emotions, and slowly it physically did as well, just as I had pleased, the lights went out finally.