Two hooded men crept from the shadows, as silent as ghosts. Kara edged backwards, keeping her mud brown eyes fixed on the two advancing men.
'W-Who are you?' she stammered anxiously. Kara's heart began to beat faster, almost leaping from its place, as her question remained unanswered. She tried to peer through the murkiness but the shadows masked their faces from her view. The two silent men stepped forward. Kara carried on backing away, until her back was firmly against the wall which stood boldly behind her. She wanted to escape, but on a quick scan of the area she decided that it was a dubious idea, and whoever the men that stood before her were, they wanted something... something from her. Kara loathed the mysteriousness of the two men, she liked things to be plain and in sight. They didn't advance; instead they stood still, hardly breathing at all. It all seemed a bit immoral to Kara, if they wanted something then why didn't they speak? Why did they stay still? A small perilous idea seeped into her head, it was so small and it seemed hopeless. Upon seeing her worried expressions, a strange voice filled the air.
'Don't bother running,' it laughed. The strange amusement that lay in its voice, made Kara's breathing speed up. She knew immediately that they wanted to hurt her, or take her. She'd heard of the cloaked men that came to steal powerful witches and wizards, but she thought that they were just legends. Absurd ideas filled her head, of everything that linked with the idea of the cloaked me.
'No,' she murmured aloud. 'Stay back.' A long enduring fear overcame her as her right hand trailed down the side of her dark jeans. She hoped that the two cloaked men wouldn't see that she was lowering her hand towards her pocket, making her way to her wand. The darkness retreated, revealing two pale white faces underneath the hoods of the men. Their eyes were colourless and had an almost transparent look to them. Both of them had an identical hack of flesh missing from underneath their left eye, the strings of flesh that hung inside looked rotten and painful. Kara easily noticed the safe glimmer in her eyes as her fingers wrapped around the wand, inside her pocket. The dankness of the sky, peered down at the scene below, the temperature began to fall and the silence was replaced by a deep growling. She was sure that it wasn't one of the men, but there was nobody else that she could see. Nobody else that could possibly produce such a bloodcurdling sound.
'Leave your wand alone,' the mysterious voice growled. Kara flinched, her fingers tightening on the wooden handle of her wand. 'Pull your hand out of your pocket.' She wasn't sure how anybody could know that she had her hand in her pocket, or that there was a wand inside. She had tried to do it as secretly as possible. 'Out!' the voice demanded. Kara's grip loosened. 'Good... now step forward.' She did as the voice commanded, even though she really didn't want to. In the stories she had heard about the cloaked people, they only took witches and wizards, she didn't even think that it was true at first. Knowing that it was almost likely true, she hoped for the best. Suddenly both of the cloaked men's right hands shot out straight, black twisted wands within their grips. She let out a whimper, beginning to nervously shake. 'Step forward.' Their horrid faces became concealed again by the opaqueness of the shadows, only their wands remained untouched by the darkness. Kara's head quickly danced to the right, peering down the street. 'Come here!' the voice shouted, the voice sounded impatient. She let out a weary groan, as her mind thought over the can chances of getting away if she ran. Ever since she'd seen their hellish faces, she wasn't sure if she was dreaming, or if she was actually living the frightful reality. 'Come here child,' the voice echoed. 'We shan't hurt you.'
Without thinking Kara slipped her hand into her pocket and yanked out her wand, flicking it towards one of the cloaked men.
'Avis!' A flock of birds materialised into the darkness, and began to fly around madly, distracting the two cloaked men. Kara threw her body into a fast sprint, not daring to look behind her. All of the fretting that she had done made her run even more, she didn't slow down until she arrived at the end of the damp grey street. All of a sudden a bright green flash burst across the sky, casting a one second haze across her pale face.
'You can't run.'
'Leave me alone!' Kara bellowed. Her pale complexion turned a slightly red colour as the sounds of birds faded into the thin atmosphere. A clatter of moving bins vibrated behind Kara, causing her to spin in fear. 'Go away!' The metal bins gave of a rusty metallic smell, as they continued to shake. She backed away, squinting heavily. Her wand was raised in front of her face, aimed at the cluster of bins. Gradually she lowered it, unsure whether it was the wind that was moving them. She swiftly swung her body around and looked for another way to run, somewhere twisted or curved, out of sight. A vast emptiness lay around her, followed by silence. There was no sign of life around her, nor were there any curves in the street. The street ran straight, houses standing either side of the cold moist street. Her wand remained stiff in her hand, she knew there was no possibility that the danger had gone. It was still there... somewhere. Darkness surrounded her, but something stood out in a strange silvery glow. A small wide open, hot brown wooden door. Even from a distance, it seemed inviting... accessible.