Sweat raced down her spine. She looked back to see a pair of bright, menacing headlights speeding closer as the newly waxed, black van closed in on her. Desperate and knowing her options were limited; she jumped out of the slowly dying white, Mercury Cougar XR7 and took off running. Smoke erupted from the hood as the drivers side door was ripped off its hinges when the van sped by. The alley way was a dim glow from the street lamps above. An ominous fog covered the ground and the full moon was beginning to vanish into the starless night. The sound of men and barking dogs were drowned out by her heavy breathing and rapid, crescendo-ing heartbeat. Water from that evening's rain sprayed up around her ankles as she ran. Rounding the corner Caroline slipped, skidding across the cobblestone on her side. Her entire left side was raw and burning and her ankle swole twice its normal size. A sharp and painful yelp escaped her lips. Caroline gripped the brick wall for support. Before she could move, a bulky arm was holding her hostage. A knife was strategically placed to her throat. The coldness of the metal blade sent chills down spine and taunted her skin. The remainder of the gang of people encompassed her. The only sounds were the growling of the dogs, her staccato breathing, and the clicking of boots against the slick cobblestone street. Her eyes scanned from the silver buckles and the black combat boots, up to the masked face. The petite framed figure slowly peeled back the mask and revealed its true identity. At first the face was still as dark as if the mask hadn't been removed at all. Then it took a step forward. It was enough for Caroline to see. When recognition set in, a gasp of horror choked out. Before she could make another sound, her whole world became as black as the sky above.