Hey! My brain surge is keeping on!

Sheelka: Aldrea has something a bit darker for you. It may turn into m-rated if it is called for.

Disclaimer: Aldrea945 owns only the plot and any ocs not directly pointed out as someone elses. She is not responsible for any side effects, including dying of laughter, flames, or her attempted assassination. Thank you and enjoy.

Shia: One other thing: Two reviewers will each have the privilage to be in this. They will be selected randomly (More information at the bottem). NOW, enjoy. (PS: GIBSON'S MINE!!!!!!!! We in love...)

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" A scream erupted into the night, elicited from the poor eight year old getting chased by a dark figure. The small amount of people on the streets ran away from the shadow flitting across the buildings, terrified for the young girl, but more so for themselves.

"Run, girl, run. I will still splatter your blood," a voice called just a foot from her. She screamed again, turning into an alleyway to escape. She wished desparately for her mother, knowing very well the figure had killed her first.

As she turned, brick walls loomed on three sides. The figure stepped forward. "Say night-night girl." With that, he rushed forward. Claws extended, he grinned. He lashed out, making her blood splatter to the wall. The girl's screams cut the air once again. She backed away, tears and blood falling. He ran up again and again, enjoying the blood on his claws. He pinned her against the wall, holding her arms. The look in his eyes was merciless, frightening her. He ran his claws down her arms, bringing forth screams. Blood streamed down her arms and his as she struggled in his grip.

"Please! I don't want to die!" she sobbed.

"We all do at one point or another. But your death comes early!" With that, he slit her throat from one side to the other. Blood sprayed over him and the ground, turning him bright red. The young girl gasped for breath, falling to the ground. He grinned as her eyes dimmed. "Good night girl."

With that, Antauri turned around, laughed, and climbed to the roof of a nearby building. He was gone in a flash.

Did you guess who it was? *Flamers come running in with flamethrowers and semi-automatics. Points at Scraps.* Her idea!

Scraps: *Looks confused.* Huh?

Flamers: GET HER!!!!!!!! *Chase ensues.*

Me: *Mutters,* Well, I'M not dead.

Next Chapter: As said, two OC's will be chosen. One and immediate victim, one a later victim. The latter will be a police informant.