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The alleyway was dark, save for a few spots of light emanating from the rare working street lamp.

A tabby cat slunk past as a group of rowdy drunks made their way home after a long night.

A girl followed them, although she was clearly not drunk. She was in total control, and she seemed to glide past them, as if her body was just an accessory that she carried with perfect poise.

Her black hair was floor-length, and her skin was pale and washed out whenever she happened to fall into one of the spots of light.

She was slim, and if she didnt carry herself with such strength and confidence, one would assume she was anorexic.

She wore nothing but a simple white dress, that cut off mid thigh. Her skin was flawless, striking against her porcelain white eyes.

The group of drunks split up into pairs and groups as they exited the alleyway. The girl made to follow the youngest pair, one of whom was only a boy. Seventeen, at most.

He kept glancing backwards, just as the girl slunk into the shadows. It was obvious now that she was stalking them, but they had no idea.

Her panic rose when she realised that they'd turned into a dead end street, and that the two boys werent splitting up.

She checked her watch.

11:33pm.

It was now or never, and this was probably the stupidest decision of her life.

She stepped out of the shadows.

"Hey?!" she shouted. Both boys snapped around, the younger one weary. The older one, that she figured was his brother, walked closer.

"Are you ok?" he asked, coming closer. "Are you lost?"

The girl looked down at her feet as he edged neared towards her again. He was within range now. His hand reached out to stroke her arm, and suddenly, she her head snapped upwards.

"Are you los--"

But the man didnt get to repeat his earlier question, because within a split second, as soon as their eyes had met, he'd fallen to the ground. Dead.

Suddenly, her porcelain eyes regained colour, changing to a deep, icy blue. A tear drop fell onto the ground, and then another.

"What have you done?!" the younger boy suddenly exclaimed, scared and worried.

The girl looked up. She couldnt believe it. Couldnt believe what she had just done.

The boy came closer, clearly not afraid anymore. Instead, he was brave enough to sit next to his brother before standing back up.

The girl just gawped.

"What have you done?!" he repeated, only louder.

The girl finally spoke. "Please," she whispered, her voice sore. "Leave. If you ever see me again, dont come near me. Especially at night. Please. I'm so sorry."

Description
The alleyway was dark, save for a few spots of light emanating from the rare working street lamp.

A tabby cat slunk past as a group of rowdy drunks made their way home after a long night.

A girl followed them, although she was clearly not drunk. She was in total control, and she seemed to glide past them, as if her body was just an accessory that she carried with perfect poise.

Her black hair was floor-length, and her skin was pale and washed out whenever she happened to fall into one of the spots of light.

She was slim, and if she didnt carry herself with such strength and confidence, one would assume she was anorexic.

She wore nothing but a simple white dress, that cut off mid thigh. Her skin was flawless, striking against her porcelain white eyes.

The group of drunks split up into pairs and groups as they exited the alleyway. The girl made to follow the youngest pair, one of whom was only a boy. Seventeen, at most.

He kept glancing backwards, just as the girl slunk into the shadows. It was obvious now that she was stalking them, but they had no idea.

Her panic rose when she realised that they'd turned into a dead end street, and that the two boys werent splitting up.

She checked her watch.

11:33pm.

It was now or never, and this was probably the stupidest decision of her life.

She stepped out of the shadows.

"Hey?!" she shouted. Both boys snapped around, the younger one weary. The older one, that she figured was his brother, walked closer.

"Are you ok?" he asked, coming closer. "Are you lost?"

The girl looked down at her feet as he edged neared towards her again. He was within range now. His hand reached out to stroke her arm, and suddenly, she her head snapped upwards.

"Are you los--"

But the man didnt get to repeat his earlier question, because within a split second, as soon as their eyes had met, he'd fallen to the ground. Dead.

Suddenly, her porcelain eyes regained colour, changing to a deep, icy blue. A tear drop fell onto the ground, and then another.

"What have you done?!" the younger boy suddenly exclaimed, scared and worried.

The girl looked up. She couldnt believe it. Couldnt believe what she had just done.

The boy came closer, clearly not afraid anymore. Instead, he was brave enough to sit next to his brother before standing back up.

The girl just gawped.

"What have you done?!" he repeated, only louder.

The girl finally spoke. "Please," she whispered, her voice sore. "Leave. If you ever see me again, dont come near me. Especially at night. Please. I'm so sorry."