• my hot face flushes and i catch my breath. the cold, crisp airrushes into my lungs, i saver it, then realease it, to fade into a fog cloud. i flee into a thorn bush. some catch my cloths, some my hair, my blood splattered chocolate brown curls, now wooven into the thorns. my black leather coat prtects my skin from the thorns. my legs, going numb from the running, are now being peirced, with noting but torn black jeans to protect them. i slow my breathing. slow my heart rate. to try to prevent being detected. i only hope they dont notice my pale, feerful face against my dark cloths.
    !CRUCH!
    their close. i need to make a run backwhen they pass. this already cold air suddenly dropps 15 degrees.their nexto me now. their blood splatterd fadded black cloaks drape over the autom leaves scattered across the ground. as one's jet black boot slams down on the ground beside my, i see some dandielions underneith die and burn to ash. i wince. they wanto kill me. they wanto rid this world of me. they would take my life and hear me beg and plee for mercy. i wouldnt give them the satisfaction.
    "Where is....the girl..." the leader of this assasin colt's torn vocal cords scratch. another in a scarlet coat steps forward. shes... an emotion reader. she'll find me! wait....... she'll sense my emotions.... power down...
    "i.... dont..... know..." she croaked. "shes good...." i almost sigh in relief when i catch myself.
    "but we must be better," the leader began, "and theres ZERO availability for mistakes! and YOU are a MISTAKE!!!!" as he says those last unforgiving words, he pulls from his back i giant mashedy and turned her to bloody, gory, ground beef. the leader spits on her remains. "pathedic" slips his lips. i gaze in horrer, terror, and my stomach becomes un easy. they beggin to move on, i ready to make my escape.