<div style="text-align: justify;">Gina could feel her heart pounding in her chest. With each stride, her muscles stretched as far as they could. Her hands gripped her bow, an arrow ready to go, even as she ran. Rationally, Gina knew that she might need to shoot a few arrows in case Daniel got too close. Deep down inside, though, the girl doubted her ability to hurt him. He was her Daniel, her best friend, the person she couldn't remember her life without. He was the first person she had loved outside her family. And now... he could kill her if he didn't regain control.<br/><br/>Or she would have to kill him. And Gina doubted her ability to do it in two ways. First, she would probably not have the heart to hurt Daniel. And second... well, it would take a lot of arrows to even stop him. That thing was massive. <br/><br/>No, she had to run and reach safety...if that was a possibility. No, she couldn't be pessimistic. She had to keep running. Once she reached home... <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Crack</span></span>. "Hmph!".<br/><br/>A loud crackling sound interrupted Gina's race towards home when she stepped on something she couldn't see. Feeling a wave of pain starting on her left ankle and creeping up her leg, the girl fell on her back, managing to sit down with a groan. Looking at the odd angle her feet rested on, Gina closed her eyes. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">The race was over, and she had lost</span></span></span>.</div>