Rain was coming down hard that night. The streets were flooded and almost everyone was in their homes, waiting for the rain to stop so that they could drive to work or to wherever they needed to go. One girl wasn't. She was trudging through the few inches of rainwater on the streets in a soaked black sweatshirt and jeans. He was after her because he had seen him kill his wife. He reached her before she could escape and grabbed her arm. He pulled her into an empty alley and slammed her against the wall. All she could hear was the water. All around. Water. A vision of a little girl came into her mind.

The little girl was sitting on the swing. Motionless. A look of pain and sorrow on her face. A flash of mangled bodies lay all over the grass covered in blood. The little girl screamed. The scream echoed through the woman's ears. It brought her back to the man. He grabbed a knife and stabbed it into her heart. She heard the little girl scream. She felt no pain though.

She looked down at the knife and then to the man. She pulled it out and smiled. His eye's went wide. She cut the man across the throat. He covered his throat with his hands as blood gushed out. He tried screaming but nothing came out. Then he fell to floor. He was dead. She picked him up, thank god for her inhuman strength, and put him in the dumpster.

The rain stopped a few minutes after. She ran home. Her boyfriend who knew what she was helped her clean up the wound and stitch it up. She was pretty happy she was in love with a doctor.

Nine months had passed and she knew that she would die. Since she was about to give birth to a daughter. Of course when people like her have a child with a human, their punishment is death. But the child would live on. So, her new husband helped her give birth to the baby girl. And she died as her daughter started to cry.

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