I run as fast as I Could, Hearing taunting laughs behind me, and the thugs of light footsteps on the forest floor. Dodging a twisted tree, I didn't see the single root sticking out of the ground. Tripping, I Roll into yet another tree. Something stabs my left shoulder, Wincing I Slowly try to get back up. The running footsteps slows down as they near me, "Please.." I Stutter, Hot tears streaming down my face. Not from pain: But from fear. A Slender boy with medium length dirty blond hair stands before me, He's wearing a trench coat. I Cower beneath him as he steps forward with a sneer on his face, A Few girls stand behind him, Smiling also. "Please.." I repeat, "Don't hurt me." The boy in the front replies, "Hurt? Please. I Promise you, You won't feel a thing." (To Be Continued.. Somehow.)