AN: Hey hey, this is a story I wrote a little while ago and it is completly AU. My first House fic Not betad so all mistakes are my own and I apolagies. Review if you like, hopefully you will :-D
Thanks for reading
Deception
Allison picks up her pace. It was dark and she pulls her jacket further around her shoulders as the chill of the night nips at her exposed flesh and invades her senses.
Why had she chosen tonight to wear her new dress? A black knee length strapless dress was not advisable for a night out in November.
Allison looked around at the empty street and the alleyways filled with shadows. Goosebumps creep over alabaster skin. Hairs on the back of her neck rise as if to meet the touch of an unseen presence.
She stops walking and turns to look behind her. Seeing no one there she laughs to herself and carries on walking.
Taking out her phone, Allison curses succinctly as the last bar of battery flashes and then dies, the display fades and the unresponsive screen remains.
Replacing the useless phone back into her jacket pocket, Allison hears the echo of a sound behind her.
Quickening her pace, heart beat increasing, blood pounding in her head, coursing through her veins. Breathing matches her pace, counting out every foot fall.
Suddenly, a hand on her shoulder. Allison whirls around, her throat constricted not allowing her to scream.
The hand is whipped away as though it had been burnt. The man jumps back breathing like he had run a marathon, looking down sheepishly he holds out a purse.
"You...dropped this"
Allison lets out a shaky breath she didn't know she's been holding.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry. Erm, thank you, that's very kind of you"
A smile, half embarrassment, half relief.
"Th...that's OK"
The stranger stutters returning her smile, he turns and walks away, disappearing down a side street, a slight limp slowing him down.
Shaking her head, Allison turns back to her homeward journey. Glancing at the purse her smile fades and a crease appears in her brow as she realises the purse isn't hers...
Pain! Flashing lights dazzle behind her eyes.
The sickening sound of metal connecting with flesh and bone resonates through the desolate street. As darkness descends on Allison's world the ground draws near as her knees hit the pavement. The last thing she picks out as neurons flare and die and shadows close in on her is a solitary figure, limping closer.