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shaken with fear. My breath coming in quiet. As the sound of hea

stayed home, snuggled in bed with Zeus, and watched those sappy hallmark movies, with a bowl of popcorn in my arms. But it was too pathetic for a Friday night—especially so close to Valentine's day. The general holiday depression had already started to set in, with everyone around me being all loved up reminding me painfully that I was alone and it was only the first week of February. Grudgingly I had g

bered his blood red irises when he heard me scream in fear. I lacked the brazen front to ven pick the spray from. my bag. I doubted it would work because whatever I saw was not human. I had dropped my

eath sounded as if it were blowing right in her ear. I had to state the obvious. He was a professional, not some random street tough. Poor, desperate people didn't bother with cologne. And if they did, it wouldn't have been such an expensive brand. Something told me I had gotten myself into a dilemma much bigger than me and I almost felt the need to sob like a child. I bi

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t thought it was his pants, but the sound that follo

eryone I met murdered my name at their first tries. Even my would-be murderer. "... 580

l over him. Letting go of the purse had been necessary to save me, but now he knew who I was and where I lived. For a moment I continued to pretend he didn't know I wa

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imbo but it did not matter. In minutes, my life would not be my own regardless of how the situation played at. I figured the be

me out. If you make me come get you, I

er for as long as I could, been q

ng for any omnipotent being to come to my aid. But alas, the truth

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se. Whatever happened there, it is none of my business. I don't care about it." And I was telling the truth. Even if I had to live

was not even a question. He remained silent, puffing on the la

said. "I think I

not bring myself to move. My whole system had collapsed. How could a person step outside their

ever I wanted a savior despite knowing no one would come to my aid even if they heard me. I

ad. "Shut up! You wanna be responsible for someone

s that grandpa wouldn't shut up about? Where

ch out to his humanity. It was the only thing I could think of "Please don't h

our body quickly so you can at least have a decent funeral." He took a step to the side, lining up his sho

but what if it was his game plan? What if he wanted the chase? I wasn't even sur

him curse as he picked up the call from the

me down if I did anything stupid. Like before, he went through another awkward pause before he cut the phone. I expected to be in my f

ly climbed out of the dumpster. I was sure that it would never end well but I was willing to hold o

m that has crossed my path." Then he karate chopped the side of my neck and the