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Night was falling over the small courtyard, shadows creeping towards the woman lounging along the east wall.  The fading light prompted Zelda to look up from her battered notebook, pulling a pocketwatch from her satchel.  She glances down at the timepiece, rising to her feet as the puts it back in the bag.
Zelda stands tall at 5'11", with a build neither sleight nor heavy.  She wears a laced bustier over a shoulderless mid-sleeve tee, and black jeans, flared tightly around her engineer's boots.  Her deep-red hair waved over her shoulders, framing her soft face.  Gleaming gold eyes were just visible behind her brass-framed, darkly-tinted tea shades, resting lightly on a Roman nose over slim, serious lips.
She walks to the courtyard gate, placing her notebook back un her bag.  Outside the gate stands a vintage motorcycle, a Bridgestone.  Zelda slings the satchel cross-shoulder as she mounts the motorcycle, starting the motor with one kick.  Light blaring, she pulls away, the snarl from the engine beating through the night.

Twenty minutes later, Zelda is cruising down a deserted country road.  Travelling at a steady 50mph, she begins to wonder how much longer she has to go when the road in front of her is bathed in light.  Zelda takes a glance over her shoulder, but all she can see is the row of foglights bearing down on her.  She can't make out what kind of car it is.
Zelda sighs.  No-one should ever have need to keep so close on an otherwise deserted road, but yet, here she is being tailgated on an empty highway.  Her exasperation turns to nervousness as the car begins to gain on her.  Seemingly with malicious intent, her tail creeps ever closer.
Zelda drops a gear and opens the throttle, the growl from her Bridgestone becoming a screaming howl.  The driver of the car matches her, passing 80 with ease.
She begins to panic as her bike passes the century mark, as the car following her seems completely unfazed by the excessive speed.  She's out of gears.
Out of options, Zelda reaches into her bag.  She pulls out a small pistol.  Levelling the weapon, she fires a couple of wild shots across her arm.  Two of the shots riccochet off of the car itself, but a third shot finds a target, steam beginning to roil from around the foglights.  The car swerves, dissappearing in a cloud of tire smoke and steam, making fearful noises.
Zelda sighs as she backs off the speed, pistol still in hand as she leans into a turn.  Her Bridgestone begins to choke, ans she looks off ahead to see a gas station glowing dimly in the night.  She slips the pistol back into her bag and rolls into the station, stopping next to a pump opposite the road.  Zelda steps into the store and heads for the counter when a sound catcher her attention.
A sickly, suckling sound eminated from behind the counter.  Zelda paused, then froze when an unearthdly creature, vaguely resempling a pale, deathly man, rose from behind the counter.  The creatures face forse. With unseeing eyes, it scanned its surroundings, settling its empy gaze on Zelda.  It opened its mouth, revealing a pair of long, sharpened incisors.  Hissing, it lunged forward.
Zelda screamed and closed her eyes.
With the roll of a thunderclap, Zelda felt shards of glass pelt her side.  Opening her eyes, all she saw left of the creature was a severed head and a glass-covred bloodstain.  As she stepped forawrd to take a closer look, another figure stood from behind the counter.  Zelda staggered backwards and fell as two more thunderclaps rang out, reducing the second creature to a spray on the wall.
Zelda breathes heavily, gasping when she feels someone standing over her.  She looks up at the stranger.  He seems to stand infinitely tall, and holds the enormous rifle easily.  She is awe-struck, gazing at her saviour.

For how could such a young man have saved her?

Description
Night was falling over the small courtyard, shadows creeping towards the woman lounging along the east wall.  The fading light prompted Zelda to look up from her battered notebook, pulling a pocketwatch from her satchel.  She glances down at the timepiece, rising to her feet as the puts it back in the bag.
Zelda stands tall at 5'11", with a build neither sleight nor heavy.  She wears a laced bustier over a shoulderless mid-sleeve tee, and black jeans, flared tightly around her engineer's boots.  Her deep-red hair waved over her shoulders, framing her soft face.  Gleaming gold eyes were just visible behind her brass-framed, darkly-tinted tea shades, resting lightly on a Roman nose over slim, serious lips.
She walks to the courtyard gate, placing her notebook back un her bag.  Outside the gate stands a vintage motorcycle, a Bridgestone.  Zelda slings the satchel cross-shoulder as she mounts the motorcycle, starting the motor with one kick.  Light blaring, she pulls away, the snarl from the engine beating through the night.

Twenty minutes later, Zelda is cruising down a deserted country road.  Travelling at a steady 50mph, she begins to wonder how much longer she has to go when the road in front of her is bathed in light.  Zelda takes a glance over her shoulder, but all she can see is the row of foglights bearing down on her.  She can't make out what kind of car it is.
Zelda sighs.  No-one should ever have need to keep so close on an otherwise deserted road, but yet, here she is being tailgated on an empty highway.  Her exasperation turns to nervousness as the car begins to gain on her.  Seemingly with malicious intent, her tail creeps ever closer.
Zelda drops a gear and opens the throttle, the growl from her Bridgestone becoming a screaming howl.  The driver of the car matches her, passing 80 with ease.
She begins to panic as her bike passes the century mark, as the car following her seems completely unfazed by the excessive speed.  She's out of gears.
Out of options, Zelda reaches into her bag.  She pulls out a small pistol.  Levelling the weapon, she fires a couple of wild shots across her arm.  Two of the shots riccochet off of the car itself, but a third shot finds a target, steam beginning to roil from around the foglights.  The car swerves, dissappearing in a cloud of tire smoke and steam, making fearful noises.
Zelda sighs as she backs off the speed, pistol still in hand as she leans into a turn.  Her Bridgestone begins to choke, ans she looks off ahead to see a gas station glowing dimly in the night.  She slips the pistol back into her bag and rolls into the station, stopping next to a pump opposite the road.  Zelda steps into the store and heads for the counter when a sound catcher her attention.
A sickly, suckling sound eminated from behind the counter.  Zelda paused, then froze when an unearthdly creature, vaguely resempling a pale, deathly man, rose from behind the counter.  The creatures face forse. With unseeing eyes, it scanned its surroundings, settling its empy gaze on Zelda.  It opened its mouth, revealing a pair of long, sharpened incisors.  Hissing, it lunged forward.
Zelda screamed and closed her eyes.
With the roll of a thunderclap, Zelda felt shards of glass pelt her side.  Opening her eyes, all she saw left of the creature was a severed head and a glass-covred bloodstain.  As she stepped forawrd to take a closer look, another figure stood from behind the counter.  Zelda staggered backwards and fell as two more thunderclaps rang out, reducing the second creature to a spray on the wall.
Zelda breathes heavily, gasping when she feels someone standing over her.  She looks up at the stranger.  He seems to stand infinitely tall, and holds the enormous rifle easily.  She is awe-struck, gazing at her saviour.

For how could such a young man have saved her?