When Desmond heard the girl speak right next to him, he jumped back  and shouted out in surprise "What the hell?!"  He was jumpy at night, and this girl had come out of nowhere, seeming to appear out of thin air. Why did she want him to follow her? He had never met this girl in his life yet....he trusted her, and the serious look on her face suggested that arguing was not an option. He opened his mouth to speak but could not find the words to say, and closed it again. All he could do was nod his head in agreement.<br/><br/>She took off in a sprint and caught Desmond by surprise with her swiftness. Desmond considered himself to be quite fast, one of the fastest out of his friends, which was quite a large amount of people. Still it took everything that he had just to keep up with her, and it didn't even look like she was breaking a sweat! There was something odd about this girl, something.....otherworldly was the best description he could think of. The way she moved, the way she spoke, it all carried an air of something superior to man. Desmond was thinking this when suddenly, close by in the shadows of the roof to the left, a deep, resonating growl.<br/><br/>Desmond stopped cold at this sound, this was the sound of no normal animal. The growl was coarse, like the sound of bones grinding against concrete. This was a sound that he was all too familiar with, for it is one that has been haunting nearly every sleeping moment since his sixteenth birthday. He slowly turned his face to the shadows to the roof, his jaw set, his eyes bright with fear and a kind of sick determination. Finally he would see what has been haunting his dreams all this time, finally he would see what had killed his father.<br/><br/>At first all that Desmond saw was the roof of the building, nothing out of the ordinary. When he looked closer though, he thought he saw a patch of air that slowly started to ripple. The ripple quickly intensified, soon forming a large silhouette, then the creature roared and the rippling air was banished, revealing the creature. Desmond's blood went cold when the creature came into view. It was about eight to nine feet tall, with long powerful legs and arms that ending in claws that could rip Desmond to shreds without effort. The monster had horrifying fangs that held the creatures mouth in a perpetual grin, a grin that would haunt your memories for a life time if you stared at it too long. The strangest thing about this creature was that it didn't seem to be all there. The creature skin was a pale white as well as its fur, its fur hung lazily in the air, making it seem as if a strange mist was given off by the creature. The skin though was the odd part, it held a strange transparency, if you focused you would be able to faintly see the shadows behind it.<br/><br/>Desmond's feet were frozen to the sidewalk, he couldn't move, he couldn't even breathe. It was all that he took to keep from fainting, the only thing going through his mind was fear. AS the creature glared down at him and growled the same bone against stone growl again, somewhere in the back of his mind he was thinking about all the things he would never get to do, and some of the things he would never do again. The creature roared and leapt off the roof, claws outreached. The last thing Desmond thought of was not his friends, any old girlfriends, or even his mother. The last thing he thought of was the girl who had told him to follow her.