Wind raised the long curls off the nape of my neck. Leaves danced over my black combat boots. Dark grey clouds billowed over-head. Fog made it impossible to see anything at a distance. Mysterious Man was only an outline. Every step he took thunder pounded. It was like one of those cheesy horror movies. The only difference was I am not, nor have I ever been stupid. Since my sister's tragic murder, I have carried a pure gold dagger in my left shoe. My grandfather had taught me the art of knife throwing.
I had just witnessed my best friend, Jelika Hamelton, being hacked to death in the local grocery store parking lot, where I was supposed to be picking her up from work. I didn't know who her demonic killer had been, but I was about to be face to face with Mysterious Man. Rage and adrenaline hit my blood stream. I was not about to let Jelika's killer get away easily. He grew closer and closer. I noticed, not only that he had an axe, but he also carried my golden dagger. He paused as if for dramatic effect. Mysterious Man's face was right in front of my own. He still had his hood up; so his features were in the shadow. Lightning struck, and I caught a glimps of his features.
No, I still can not believe who I saw. His electric blue eyes gave him away.
