Don't move and I'll kill you
As she ran farther, the fading sunlight was replaced with the harsh glare of the first streetlights turning on, casting bright pools of light every one hundred and fifty metres or so. The city council was working on installing better lights in the Old City, but until then, the lights remained few and far between. The sparse illumination gave the night an eerie feeling, and shrouded the limestone buildings in mystery. Cornella passed the ancient clock tower and sighed. She was late for class - again.
Cornella was a student; she worked at a small cafe by day and took night classes at RTU (the royal Terageon University). She had recently graduated West Praile High, with top honours and a grade point average of 3.6 of which she was extremely proud. At seventeen, she was a few months younger than most of her friends but she liked to think that she mostly made up for it in maturity.
Although she had only been going to RTU for a few weeks (it was the end of September), so far her schedule had been okay; except for this week. One of the other waitresses at the café was on vacation, so Cornella was working a different shift, leaving her little time to prepare for class.
Cornella slowed down to pass through a particularly dark area, looking to the street signs for guidance. She huddled into her sweater; even though it was barely autumn, the temperature was unusually cool. As she passed the next street light, she stopped to adjust her skirt- if only she had had enough time to change, she hated her work outfit – not only was it unnecessarily slutty, but it was tacky, too.
She was so concerned with her appearance and punctuality, that she barely noticed that the streets were deserted. Although Old Praile wasn’t exactly downtown New York; at this time of day in early autumn, there should have been plenty of people passing through the streets of the Old City on their way to nightclubs and galleries - after all it was only three minutes past nine.
Glancing down at her watch she saw it was now 9:09. She was nine minutes late for class with a good eight and a half blocks left to the building her class was in.
Suddenly she saw something flash across the street, out of the corner of her eye. Whirling around, her heartbeat speeding up, she caught the image of a dark figure, just before it disappeared. Cornella continued running, more quickly this time, though she was gasping for breath.
“Don’t move and I’ll kill you quickly.”