I ran through a small opening of the burning house to the outside. I was terrified, but I was satisfied, satisfied that those idiots were dead. Fear controlled me and I rushed through the streets of Avalon through an alley through the night. I hid there behind trash bags, sobbing quietly. 'I don't wanna die!' I thought to myself, repeating that sentence in my head. Then, I heard the townspeople talking. They all woke up from their sleep. Hopefully they don't know I did this. Maybe... they would think this was some type of explosion from gas... yea... gas explosion.

"WHO DID THIS?!?!?" a old and plump man said. He was Mr. Frier, kind mayor of the town. Even though he never spoke to me, I knew he had a soft heart towards me.

"I don't know??" one lady said.

"It was that demon angel!!" one child answered.

My cover was blown.

"Who? Sakura?" Mr. Frier said.

"I knew it that girl wasn't no good," a man said, "Ms. Coco said she had everything in control. We don't even know where she came fr--"

"He's right!" another person interrupted him, "She said that she came from 'Heaven above'. Heaven about my foot!!"

"Calm down calm down!!!" Mr. Frier yelled over the complaining, "Little of us know where she came from..."

"She's the demon angel!" one boy called out.

"She doesn't belong here!" a girl cried out.

"How do you know she cause it?" Mr. Frier said in my defense.

"I see blick arows" a toddler spoke.

I cried even more heavily now. Those children... they hated me... the people hated me... only Ms. Coco and Mr. Frier cared for me... I didn't belong here.

"Huh?" a woman said, "Black arrows??"

"Now that you mention it," the mayor said, "I saw shadows outside my window... no... Sakura couldn't..."

"She COULD and she DID!" a man pointed out, "She killed 6 men... 6 MEN!!! That's a crime called for execution."

"No!" Mr. Frier shouted, trying to stop them, "Wait---"

"HUNT HER!!" some men hollered. The people dispersed quickly, the children were ordered to go back to their homes. I heard a test of guns, sending chills up through my vein. 'THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL ME' that thought screamed through my head. Once again I was on my feet and was trying to find a safe route out of the city.

Corner after corner I hid in, seeing the shadows going and passing, some were a close call. I fled to behind a house and looked into the opening. There was no one there. So I quickly tiptoed out there hoping to get through the entrance of Washitonary.

Then I heard a shot of a bullet and the wind of it pass right beside my right cheek.

"THEY SHE IS!!!" one of the man cried out to the others. My whole body turned cold as I dashed into the forest. I heard the rampage behind me, crunching the branches. Even as I tripped over the rocks, scraping my foot, and pushing myself through the tree limbs, scratching my body, I still ran.

It started raining, making things harder to see. I wiped off my long strands of hair in front of my face. I knew they were going to catch me. I could hear them catching up to me. Suddenly, bullets were shot everywhere.

"KEEP RUNNING!!!" somebody yelled, "I SEE HER UP THERE!"

I couldn't see a thing in all the blackness and raindrops. I was so weary but yet I couldn't stop. For the first time since the chase, I wiped my eyes and looked behind me. I saw the angry faces of men, so frightening with death on their faces. Then I felt no ground under my feet.

I tumbled down into the depths of the forest, hitting branches and rocks. As soon as I knew I reach the bottom, I opened my closed eyes to the dark surroundings.

"At... least... they are gone." I whispered before blanking out.

I woke up. Cold sweat dripped from me like a waterfall. I wiped it off and laid my head back on the tree I was sleeping on.

"... I hate it when my past gets to me." I whispered, still panting. My eyes wandered around the forest surroundings. I got up quickly and looked around for a certain thing.

Then... I saw it.

A carving on a tree, that shows angel wings with devil horns and tail. I knew this was the place. This was where I ended up after the hunt.