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The darkness was surrounding her. Everywhere she looked, the shadows prevailed. Whether it was a tree branch in the shape of a claw, or a simple, yet frighteningly enlarged, rat (she hated rats with the passion of a thousand burning suns), the night was getting to her ways it never had before. She'd been having one of those feelings. Those gut instincts that a girl just can't ignore, one of those 'hair-sticking-up-on-the-back-of-your-neck-oh-shit-look-out!' feelings. It was just one of those nights.
She was being followed.
She shivered. 'This sucks,' she thought. 'I so did not sign up for this, I'm not even getting paid'
She sighed, and decided to go for a classic feint, reaching down to tie her shoe, just in time to hear the hammer of the nine millimeter semiautomatic click into place as it was pressed against the back of her neck. She froze, slowly sliding the pocket knife out of her sock and into her sleeve. 'Well, isn't this just peachy.'
"Don't move." A deep voice spoke quietly, a little cocky, she thought. "Don't make a sound." The gun pressed a little more into the soft flesh of her neck, the cool metal soothing the heated skin. She could feel slow beads of moisture drip from her hairline and onto her forehead.
"Stand up," the voice spoke again. "Nice and slow, Alex," still too cocky in her opinion. "Nice and slow."
The pocket knife slipped slightly from her sleeve, and flipped open with a quiet snick, which she quickly disguised.
"Nice and slow, yeah?" she said, just a little cheeky, moving as slowly as she possibly could. The .9 mm pressed into her flesh again.
"Don't get smart with me, Rider," the voice intoned rather threateningly. "Now start moving forward, slowly, and maybe I won't have to shoot you now."
'I'd really rather not.' she thought. 'Eh, what the hell?'
"I'd really rather not." she said aloud.
"Have it your way, then."
A shot rang out.
The darkness surrounded her once more.
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Please excuse the shortness…'tis just a prologue.