It's dark outside. The middle of the night. There should be a full moon if it weren't for the fact that the thick rain clouds drifted slowly over the sky. Electricity was sparking, making the air vibrate. Rachel liked it this way. She was out, walking the empty streets of downtown LA. Everyone, except for her, kept inside in their safe homes. Storms like the one expected are not to play with. But Rachel's not like the others. She loves it when the thunder vibrates through her and the lightning running across the sky. It gives her the satisfaction of deliberation. She feels trapped in her life. Working 9-5 every single day, weekends of with her boyfriend, then back to work again. Sitting in a square in an office where no one knows who she is. She's just a face in the crowd like everyone else. But her insides are sparking. Electricity running through every inch of her. And in storms like this one she can let her sparks free. They blend with the skies lightning and she feels free. A nature child out in her fingertips.
But this night isn't like the others. She doesn't feel free. Soon she can release all the power she has inside of her, but something bothers her. For days now she has been having a feeling of being watched. Like someone is lurking around her; looking, thinking, plotting. And it worries her. Something just isn't right. She's heard rumours of mysterious disappearings, but nothing concrete. Just enough to make her uncomfortable.
From a distance she can hear the thunder echo between houses and she closes her eyes. Deep breaths to shake away any eerie feeling. It's just her alone outside. No one is lurking in the shadows. No one is spying on her. No one. Just her alone.
From a garden to her left she can hear a twig break. She jumps, ready to run. She turns her head just in time to see a white cat jump the fence and cross the street in a hurry. What a cliché, she thinks to herself laughing.
Then something is put over her moth and she's jerked backwards. The last thing she sees before everything goes black is some red eyes, lit by a sudden lightning.
A few miles away, in a messy art studio, Taylor wakes up with a scream. The red eyes haunting her dreams again. But this time she didn't see death, but a live victim. And now she has to hurry.