He was frantic, desperate. He sprinted from person, so fast he was only a blur that stopped every couple seconds. He wanted what we had and there was no stopping him.

I walked to the other side of the room, where they had the rose and were examining it. He came up behind the person holding the rose and whispered in their ear with venom in his voice.

"I want my rose. Give it to me."

The person shivered, trembling with fear, but the brave soul ignored him. He yelled in frustration, ran the the other side of the room, and snapped someone's neck. The person holding the flower had given it to me, and I looked at it curiously. It had started to deteriorate ever so slightly, and when I put the end of the stem in a beam of sunlight, it withered and turned from green to brown. All of a sudden I felt someone behind me. I felt his hot breath on my neck as he said in my ear.

"Give me the rose. Now."

I shivered. He was so close behind me that his chest was just barely touching my back and his knees pushed against the backs of mine. He reached over and took my chin, turning my face towards him. He smiled, but it was not a kind smile. It was evil, pure and simple.

"Hand it over." He said, his face inches from mine.