They pushed through thick forestry. Branches and leaves whipped around them, leaving scratches in their skin. They ducked under large branches and leaped over thick roots. They were tired, cold and hungry, and still they ran. With fear in their eyes, they ran like wild animals.

She raced after them, leaping from treetop to treetop. Their screams merely made her laugh. The screams were trapped in the thick brush but her laughter, her laughter which was so cold and venomous, overwhelmed them.

Her prey raced into a clearing. It was easier now for them to run but it was also open space. It was the perfect open space for her to capture them.

With a graceful leap, she was ahead of them. They tried to turn, but were too late. She easily grabbed both in either hand.

Whimpering in fear, they try to lash out at her. She batted it away as if she were just attacked by infantile kittens.

Before long the whimpering stopped, and the bodies were still.

She delicately licked the blood off her lips and dropped their bodies. They landed in a dull heap.

If they survived the night they would never forget. No matter how much therapy they have, they will never forget. If they live to be a hundred they will never forget. They will never forget, the girl with scarlet eyes.