Why are you running, little girl? Why are you trying to escape? There is nowhere to go. There is nowhere to hide. There is only death for you. There is no hope. There is only your fear. I'll follow you wherever you go, little one. I thought you weren't afraid to face me. I thought you said that you could kill me if you wanted and that I'm only alive to amuse you. Well, I guess you're the one amusing me. And this chase is very exhilarating. So I'll keep you alive for a long time. Only attacking to see what you look like. To see the horror in your eyes. So, keep running. Try to hide. I'll follow you until I feel like killing you. I'll keep chasing you until you tire, until you fall, until you are no longer a toy for me to play with. I'll keep playing with you until I tire of you. So keep running my plaything. I'll keep chasing, I'll keep following until I grow weary of you. Keep running my little toy.
After all, you did kill everyone I care about. And for that, I show no mercy.
I keep running from him, why? I can kill him easily but all my instincts scream to run. To hide until he just stops. But why? Why am I afraid of him. I've killed loads of people more powerful than him. He's frail, or is that just what he looks like. Is he some kind of monster? But he looks man. So what do I have to be afraid? He keeps telling me that I can run and hide all I want. That this is just amusing him, that I am just a plaything for him. Is it true? It can't be. He's younger than I am. But his voice is much older than I. It's different, it's demonic. Is this punishment for my sins? For my wrong doings? Or is this some sick twisted game he decided to play? I looked down at my body, the knife marks all over it. I have to run, to hide, to get out of here. I have to escape this place, escape him. I have to find an exit, or he'll become bored of me. And I must leave before that happens. I have to save myself.
After all, what is the use of this power if he kills me before I use it?