Rachel ran as fast as she could, feet pounding against the ground. She had always been a fast runner, but her follower was much faster.he caught up to her in seconds, grabbing her shoulder and turning around. She finnally got a good look at him.
It was a boy around sixteen, her age, mybe a year or too older. He had the whitest skin ever, as if it had never seen the light of day. His hair was black, an sliccked back in to a greasy ponytail. He wore a grungy cut up tee shirt, with the muddy pants to match.
What was really frightening was his eyes. They seemed too glow in the moonlight, and the green seemed to swrirl around in them like liquid. They were nearly perfectly round, like little green orbs. Hatred and fury swam around in them, as well as another emotion she couldn't define.
Before she knew what was happening he lunged forward with an already blood encrusted knife. He was screaming like a madman, blinded by rage.
Rachel stepped to the side a little to late. It tore the edge of her skirt, and barley grazed her skin. She kicked him in the leg, and turned to run, but he grabbed her hair, yanking her back. She stumbled slightly, trying to run again, but he plunged the knife in her side. Blood poored down her hip, over her skirt and down her leg. She held her hand over the knife, falling to the ground.
He kicked her in the head, and darkness took over.