Introduction-A Mourning in The Night
He came, his footsteps echoing in her mind, her pupils small, onto the pattern of the gray with the blue tint in her iris. Her breath sounded as if it was concealed into her. Her feet stepping on the dry leaves of the fall evening, the death breath of the cold brushing all of these living things that were ounce green.
She looked back, into the darkness of the shadows created by the dead trees of the night, her eyes narrowing, searching for him. Looking for him. Searching for the glint of silver flashing of the cool metal, screaming her name.
Becka!
The scratchy voice echoing in her mind, it sounded as if nails were scratching onto a chalk board, and the rustling of leaves coming through an empty town. The sound of his footsteps running through the state of terror, shredding through her mind.
She didn't dare to look back, she heard the leaves shattering, and crumbling on the ground, screaming their last curse to the sky, to the cold. She felt a cold sensation staring on her back, spreading to her arms and neck. She gasped. She ran faster, and stopped, she leaned against a tree, her finger flattened against the gray bark, as she smoothed her hands over the wooden surface, feeling various pieces of dry bark poke against her sweaty, clammy palm.
She felt the dust of the bark shed off the trees, landing onto the hard ground, the road paved with cobblestones. Joining the crumbled leaf remains. She placed her hands on her knees, the knees of her jeans, were now torn, a result of her falling, tripping over her shoe laces.
She felt a sort of warmer sensation, pouring onto her hand, she rubbed her thumb against her index finger, feeling the warm sensation running down her finger. She arched her neck down, also bending her back with the glance.
Her ounce artistic fingers, her white fingers full of life, used to create such wonderful masterpieces, was now stained with blood. She looked down to her knee, she saw a bloody, yet sharp substance stabbed into her knee. She arched her eyebrow, now drenched with sweat.
She looked up into the cold, unfeeling moon, accompanied by the stars, she wondered what happened, she looked back to the event which had occurred during her running, she pictured herself, she was running through a pitch black alley way, he, hot on her trail.
She tripped over a garbage can, hearing something shatter, but she wasn't in the mood at that time, lets see, oh, about fifteen minutes ago to care. She felt a jolt of pain shoot up her leg, she realized, then, what it was, a shattered bottle remain implanted into her knee.
She thought, maybe as she was running, and tripped over the garbage can, a glass maybe rolled out, a wine bottle she guessed, the sensation shooting up her knee, felt as if achohol was poured upon a cut of her own. She placed her hand down on the glass, a catlike scream screeched up her throat.
She released, gasping for breath, she felt a hot steam of sweat roll down her cheeks, which were now red. She felt her eyes begin to sting, she placed her hands over her face, trying to hold back the tears forming in her eyes. When she was convinced she had done so, she removed her hands, feeling the warm liquid on under her eyes, she placed her clean finger on the area and pulled away, blood.
She wiped the red liquid onto her faded jeans, she felt a sudden breeze creep up onto her neck, she gasped and jumped, her hairs on her neck standing on end. She turned her torso, she looked behind her, nothing, the coast was clear.
She felt tears stream down her cheeks, she placed her hand back onto the glass, she whispered something under her breath. She wrapped her fingers around the glass, felling the tip of her finger bieng pierced by a jagged end, she flinched, she closed her eye and sighed, she pulled away the glass from her knee. She gasped and began to moan loudly, she dropped the glass to the ground, hearing it crash against the stones.
She stared down upon it, it was stained with blood, it drained off of it, making a small puddle, she glanced down to her knee. Blood oozing out of it, rolling down to her ankle, staining her white socks. She looked up, hearing something coming, seeing a flash of silver behind the trees.
She felt her face turn pale, she turned, beginning to run again, limping, she felt the pain coming to her, falling onto her, the pain piling onto her mind, one step and phase at a time. She stopped, and leaned against another tree, she looked around, she took a few steps out from the tree after a while, assuring herself she was safe.
Just as she thought that, she heard his voice, he was breathing on her neck, she felt the breath turn into steam on her neck, trying to scream but no sound came out. She felt her knees buckle together. She placed her hands on the sides of her head.
"Becka, you cant hide from me." the voice said, his lips brushing against her ear, she felt something cold bieng placed onto her throat, she froze her eyes went blank. A silver glint flashed into her eyes, blinding her, she fell onto her knees, darkness filled her mind, darkness.
"Becka! Becka! Becka! Wake up!"