Aerith ran down the dusky street, fog rising from below clouded her view of where she was going. She had taken a wrong turn and ended up in this deserted alleyway. Someone was after her. It wasn't that she actually saw her attacker, but she just had the sensation of being watched. She was selling her flowers, just as she always did in the evenings, but it had grown quiet and not seeing anyone pass by for at least half an hour she began to get worried, especially since Midgar was a busy city. When she couldn't shake the feeling as if she were prey being stalked by a carnivorous predator she began to run.
She was used to being chased, her whole life spent running from Shinra, but this was different and had a more eerie and sinister quality to it. She got a terribly bad vibe from it all and despite her usual calm and collected self, against all judgment that told her nothing was there and that it was just her imagination, she ran, wanting to get as far away from that feeling as possible. She grew up in the Slums and knew it was best to err on the side of caution.
Even if she could not see the menacing eyes watching her from the depths of this dark city, she knew, she just knew that they burned into her body - penetrating her down into her deepest crevasses, striking her far farther than her flesh but within her soul as well.
Her breath was short as she reached the end of the alley. Her heart then dropped as she realized that it was a dead end, nothing but a block wall before her. She stood still and stared at the wall, too afraid to turn around. It's nothing, she told herself, you're going to turn around and then feel real silly about acting this way when there's nothing there.
Steadying herself she took a deep breath in and turned around to face whatever it was head on. If she was cornered then she would have to fight, there was no other way out.
She stared in disbelief when she saw that there was nothing there. She thought that that would make her happy seeing that her fears were for naught, but it didn't help at all. Instead her fears intensified, because now the sense that she was being watched, or rather stalked, became more apparent now that she was trapped. "Who's there," she called out finding her voice. "Show yourself, you coward!"
There was a slight movement coming from her peripheral view. She whirled around and heard a rustling sound as she saw a flash of black. She yelped in horror and jumped back, her eyes straining to see through the darkness.
But it was just a flash and after that, nothing but eerie silence. She calmed herself down and began to walk toward where she saw the movement. "I know you're there," she gulped, "you can't fool me."
All of the sudden a door behind her burst open. She screamed and placed her hands over her head, cowering into a little ball at her feet. "Hahahaha!"
Laughter? She opened her eyes, and saw behind her two drunken men who had come out the back door of a bar. She felt real silly as they walked away and headed back down the alley toward the street. They were laughing and joking to one another about having the appearance that scared young girls. Must be all right, she thought, if nothing's happened to them.
She dusted herself off and stood up. The drunk's voices trailed down the alleyway. She had to laugh at herself, because never had she been happier to hear a blubbering bunch of drunks before. There then was a swooshing sound from above her head. She darted her eyes up to see what it was but it all happened so fast. Before her world went dark she saw glowing green eyes burrow wickedly into hers.