Fable bit her lip feeling a presence take a notice to her, her eyes shifted around her suspicious of everyone who even glanced at her. She thought maybe someone had recognized just what she was. She looked behind her, seeing nothing but a sea of people all going about their business. She took a deep breath trying to calm herself, as she tried to get away from everyone. A crowd was now the last place she wanted to be, especially if they tried to swarm her. She would surely be done for.<br/><br/>She tried to brush off the feeling, hoping her nerves were up to their old tricks again. Then she heard it, a man calling to her, making all her suspicions confirmed. She looked back with fearful eyes to see who had called to her. She could see a man making his way through the crowd toward her. She gasped as others had turned around in curiosity to the situation, looking at her with questioning looks. Fable listened to her instincts at that very moment, and began to push through the crowd, away from her the man that pursued her. She stumbled through everyone just wanting to get out of there as quick as she could.<br/><br/>Worming out of the crowd her legs pushed harder off the pavement, beginning to move her faster than she ever though she could go. She turned corners sharply, and weaved in and out of alleyways and streets, all in the hopes she got away from this man. She slowed a bit after she entered a particularly dark alley as she tried to catch her breath in peace. Her hand rested on the wall for support as her limbs began to feel numb, her other hand clutching her side. Her lungs burned with each breath she took, but with that pain came relief. She did not know how far she had ran, or for how long, but surely that man had lost her. Right?