Ch.1
The pounding rain fell over the busy city. Night crawled its way through the streets. The lamps were dimed, and a few flickered. It was cold and chilly that evening on June, 3, 2006. Emily was alone that night locking up her dance studio while trying to hang on to her umbrella in the vicious winds. Her long, blond locks of hair were drenched from the polluted rain. Her boots splashed in large puddles below, while following the sidewalk. No cars were in view, the lights in all the building were out. She squinted in her attempt to see through the thickness of the sheets of rain. In the distance a lamp post light flickered. Hopeful she was heading in the right direction for home, she followed the light.Until a dark figure came into view, Who is that? She asked herself. It leaned up against the lamp post almost watching her, as a lion stalks it’s pray. Her mind told her to stop but her feet kept walking. Every pace towards the dark figure, her heart beats sped up. It became clearer; it was a man in a dark rain cloak. She couldn't’t make out the face but a sudden fear came over her. The hair on her neck stood up. The rain became heavy and beat on her face. She walked by the lamp post hoping he would not turn around or gave a thought to following her. She rest her hand on her neck for comfort. Quickly, she took a glance to see if he was watching or following, and to her horrible luck he was. She could feel his stare bore into her back. Her feet kept a fast, steady past. A turn in the distance looked like a street turn, and hopefully that was her way home at last. Just around the corner she felt she would be safe. She glanced back again and he was there following right behind her. She turned the corner, but to her sudden fear it was an ally way. Tears were ready to flow from her eyes. She stared at the vine covered trash bins and the old, wall structure of the buildings. She walked forward in fear, not knowing whether to hide. When suddenly a hand thrashed her head up against the moldy wall, she held the hand that griped her neck struggling to release its grasp. Her lungs burned in agony for air. He slammed her head against the wall over and over again. She tried to screech in agony of the pain. Blackness faded in with everything, and her breathing became weak. Her head was numb, and she was lost in blackness.
She was gone.

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