(08-01-2010, 02:41 AM)General Wrote: Astonished, Samm stands up, turns & scatters out of the pub as fast as he can, frightened, he runs as far as his small, scrawny legs will take him. Eventually, he gets out of breath. He sits down on a curb with his head inbetween his legs, gasping for air. Slowly, Samm looks around him. He hears a loud "CRASH!" in the bins behind him. Samm stands up. He walks down into the alley, whispering "Hello? Is anyone there?". Samm continues to wander down the alley. His breathing speeds up. He begins to sweat a very cold, cold sweat. Samm realises, it must have just been a cat, he turns on his heels and all of a sudden the same, pale skinned face meets his face. Face to face, in an alley. Samm cannot run, he cannot hide...
Samm realizes he's trapped in the alley, no escape in sight. The mysterious figure grasps the cloak by the shoulder, and casts it off to the side. Samm is now able to see his pursuer very clearly; fit with an all black attire, with one purple streak running from her left shoulder down to her waist. Her hair, perfectly straight, barely reaching half-way down her back, shines radiantly with a violet tone. Samm, intimidated by the figure, squares his scrawny legs, that burn with fire from running, and braces himself for what might come. Samm's heart is beating faster than ever before, racing like a bass drum. The sweat is pouring all over him, his body, working hard to try to control his ever-growing fear. He finally grows frustrated with the silence and shouts, "What the hell do you want?! Why are you chasing me?! What do you want from me..."