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I was running faster, faster and faster. I could hear his footsteps right behind me. I let out a blood curdling scream. It echoed. No one but him was around to hear my cry for help.
We were in a forest. The night was black as pitch and I was lucky I had not run into any trees or tripped over any stray sticks. For if I had, he would have gotten me and it would be all over, my fate would have been sealed, and I would die.
He was growing closer and closer as the minutes went by. I saw something that caught the light of the crescent moon. A dagger. My dagger. I had dropped it a while back. I quickly picked it up. I then spun around on my heal and stabbed it into his chest. I was close to the heart. Now it was his turn to scream and cry for help. He tried to cut me back but I jumped away the second before it would have gone into my side.
The blood was coming out of the wound quickly. Gushing with blood. He dropped to his knees and then fell backwards. He lay on his back and his grip on his weapon slowly releasing it. I kicked it away so there was no way he could use it against me. I leaned down to whisper in his ear.
His eyes flashed open in shock. Then they slowly closed. He laid there. Nothing but a lifeless body. His spirit leaving his body and floating up to the heaves and toward the light.
The crimson red blood kept coming out. His shirt was wet with the almost black liquid. There were puddles of it on the ground next to him. It covered my dagger and hands. The boys light blond hair turning red and his skin turning paler by the second. His once brilliant blue eyes now closed. It smelled like wet forest and death.
My black hair was blowing in the slight breeze. My cat like green eyes focused on my latest victim. My ears were listening for anything else that might be coming after me. In the distance a twig snapped. I whipped my head to see what had made the noise. I looked hard for a while until my eyes could find what had made the noise. It was only a raccoon.
I looked back at Him and saw nothing. He had disappeared. No sound and no trail of blood to follow. Just the puddles that had already been there. My missing victim was no were in sight. "Strange" I thought to myself. I was about to turn around when someone came up behind me and grabbed my waist.

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I was running faster, faster and faster. I could hear his footsteps right behind me. I let out a blood curdling scream. It echoed. No one but him was around to hear my cry for help.
We were in a forest. The night was black as pitch and I was lucky I had not run into any trees or tripped over any stray sticks. For if I had, he would have gotten me and it would be all over, my fate would have been sealed, and I would die.
He was growing closer and closer as the minutes went by. I saw something that caught the light of the crescent moon. A dagger. My dagger. I had dropped it a while back. I quickly picked it up. I then spun around on my heal and stabbed it into his chest. I was close to the heart. Now it was his turn to scream and cry for help. He tried to cut me back but I jumped away the second before it would have gone into my side.
The blood was coming out of the wound quickly. Gushing with blood. He dropped to his knees and then fell backwards. He lay on his back and his grip on his weapon slowly releasing it. I kicked it away so there was no way he could use it against me. I leaned down to whisper in his ear.
His eyes flashed open in shock. Then they slowly closed. He laid there. Nothing but a lifeless body. His spirit leaving his body and floating up to the heaves and toward the light.
The crimson red blood kept coming out. His shirt was wet with the almost black liquid. There were puddles of it on the ground next to him. It covered my dagger and hands. The boys light blond hair turning red and his skin turning paler by the second. His once brilliant blue eyes now closed. It smelled like wet forest and death.
My black hair was blowing in the slight breeze. My cat like green eyes focused on my latest victim. My ears were listening for anything else that might be coming after me. In the distance a twig snapped. I whipped my head to see what had made the noise. I looked hard for a while until my eyes could find what had made the noise. It was only a raccoon.
I looked back at Him and saw nothing. He had disappeared. No sound and no trail of blood to follow. Just the puddles that had already been there. My missing victim was no were in sight. "Strange" I thought to myself. I was about to turn around when someone came up behind me and grabbed my waist.