Angel with Broken Wings
Prologue
Night
Feet were running, pounding on the ground. A young woman was running. Her Black hair was flying behind her. Her hand was on her abdomen. The blood from the wound was bleeding between her fingers and she was panting from the pain as she ran. She looked quickly over her shoulder as she felt a shadow behind her. She ran more quickly down the ally, fear running through her. As she turned the corner and took out her motel key, still sensing something behind her, she turned towards the dark motel. She turned the key in her door; quickly she closed and locked the door, leaning against it as she catches her breath. Realizing she's safe, she got undressed, checked her wound and got into her PJs. As soon as she fell into bed, she fell into a dream full of nightmares.
