Hunting Fear
Flashback
Ayame ran desperately. She had to escape him. Her heart thudded against her chest. The pounding was so loud, she was sure he would hear it and find her. That was why she had to keep running away. She had to get away from him. The pain he caused he her left scars, and there was nothing she could do about that, but she could prevent further damage if she managed to slip out of his clutches.
Her breathing had become ragged, and her legs weak, but she had to keep running! She had to! Her vision blurred and everything seemed to stop. Her head lolled and her body leaned dangerously forward. With a last defiant step, she plunged to the cold ground. Her skin had become clammy and moist. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head slowly.
A cry ripped from her burning throat as she was yanked upwards by her long, red hair. The familiar claws dug into her shoulder. Blood quickly stained her clothes red. Her mouth hung slightly open and her eyes stung as she looked into his cruel eyes. With a hideous grin, he pulled out a jagged knife. Knowing what was about to happen, she turned away. The knife was plunged into her back.