The girls hear was pounding in her head as she ran up the alleyway. Her only determination at this point was survival. She was being hunted like a mouse being tracked by a cat. Clutching the box she carried in her hand she darted around a corner craving for an escape. To her misfortune there was nothing but a solid, brick wall. She heard the scraping of feet on the ground getting louder. Spotting a trash bag, she concealed the box she help, praying it wouldn't fall into the wrong hands. A figure in a trench coat rounded the corner and stood before her. His hands were poised on the trigger of his gun. He was going to do it. He was going to kill her right here, right now. If she moved, he would just kill her faster. She prayed for a diversion of some kind. Just the tiniest distraction could be her only chance of survival. Her mind entered a dream state, in which you posses things without believing them. This was it? This was the end? Was this what it felt like to die? The barrel shook as he tightened his grip on the trigger. She could see his bulging muscles in his forearm. The wind had ceased. It seemed there was no one alive on the entire planet. The night was so silent, she could hear the grinding of his teeth. Or was it her teeth? His muscles strained, her heart stopped, her eyes squeezed shut. He pulled the trigger. She saw a bright light, followed by darkness.

Endless Destiny