Third District

It was midnight. Jane Simmons was walking in the middle of a winter day, alone in the streets. She wore a multicolored scarf around her neck and a black leather jacket to keep herself warm and protected from the wind’s vicious attacks.  As she was passing by a lake, she felt a presence behind her. She turned around abruptly but no one was there. The wind whistled loudly and a sigh of relief escaped her lips before turning to walk away.  Startled she jumped ten feet back. ''Who are you?!'' she yelled at the faceless man in front of her.  The man stood with his head down and his hood on.  A few growls were coming from him, but no words.   Jane’s facial expression changed to a curious one but she was conflicted. Every inch of her body was screaming for her to get away.  She stood opposite of the covered man for a couple more minutes before finally deciding to leave. She passed him by but then a cold grip, wrapped around her arm. ''Wh-What are you doing?!'' she said, her voice trembling. The grip of this man felt like it was draining her of life.  She was pulling her arm away from his touch but every time she tried so, the grip kept tightening more and more. So much more. It felt like his crooked fingers and his long nails were sinking into her skin. His nails seemed to be more like claws, long and sharp. She kicked and punched but nothing seemed to make him budge. ''You’re mine!'' the man finally spoke, his voice hoarse, a mere whisper that echoed in her mind. ''No!'' she screamed with tears rolling down her cheeks. ''Why, but–'' the man spoke again and as he brought his face closer to her, he continued. ''YES!'' His teeth were sharp, his tongue long like a snake's and his breathe like death. Like a mausoleum that the dead seemed to be dancing on. His eyes were empty of emotion. Of life. It brought chills down her spine and made her try harder to escape from his grip.