Blood splashed onto her, and coated her in it. It dripped from her worn out dress, and hair. Samantha stood, her eyes wide, mouth open but no sound coming out. The basket fell to the ground, fruit tumbling out and rolling into different directions.

Blood trickled down the sides of her face in droplets; each of these droplets were falling onto the cobblestones beneath her feet. Samantha realized she was trembling violently now. No... T-that didn't just happen. I'm dreaming again, right? RIGHT?!  Her eyes wandered from the bloody mangled corpse, to the figure. It was tall and thin; that was all Samantha could define, since it was wrapped in darkness.

Obviously, this person, or this thing, hadn't seen her yet. It was still looking over the body. It crouched down and grabbed the corpse by it's shoulder and roughly set it up against the wall. The figure then grabbed a pocket knife out of nowwhere and put it in the corpse's hand, had an after thought, and put a small gun shaped object in the body's other hand.

This mysterious person stood straight again, examining the body again. This figure was quiet and had a relaxed posture, as though he knew he'd never be caught. Samantha shook her head, clearing it. She took a step back, and then another, afraid to turn her back and run.

Samantha took cautious steps, trying not to trip. She kept her eyes locked on the tall figure. It didn't move at all; it now seemed like a statue of stone, frozen in time. Then, as Samantha put her foot down another time, a loud, screeching hiss erupted, causing ripples through the silentness of nightime.

She fell back in suprise, catching herself with her hands. She looked around, and saw a cat shooting away, as though it was on fire. Then Samantha felt like daggers were stabbing into her, and she slowly looked back. Her eyes went wide with fear once more.

The murderer of that poor innocent person was halfway down the alleyway to her. Now Samantha could make out its eyes; they were menacing, and dark and evil. She felt as though he was slicing through her, trying to get to her soul....

I've seen that look before

The next thing she knew, Samantha was up and running as fast as she could move. All her surroundings whipped around her in blurs and she thought, Where am I going...? She didn't have an answer. Samantha looked back for a split second to see if she was being followed, and crashed into something. She fell back down once more, her vision swimming. This time, her own blood trickled down her face, mingling with the other blood.

Samantha hoisted herself up, and glanced around. To her own suprise, she'd ran off too far, and was alone and not sure of where she was. Thank god, she thought, sighing in relief. That weirdo was gone. She stood up, wobbling a bit.

Samantha staggered over to a corner, and fell to her knees, gasping slightly for air. Oh great! Now she couldn't walk and on the plus side, she was going to get in trouble for losing the fruit! Samantha stood up again, and leaned on the nearest wall for support. As she stumbled down the street, looking for anything familiar, Samantha wondered who that person had been.

Why'd he kill that man? Who was he? Where was he from? Why- She stopped again. In her clearing vision, the figure appeared again. Less than ten feet away.

 She squeaked a bit, and backed up, almost tripping again. In this better light, Samantha saw that this person was a man. He had slightly wavy black hair that grewhalfway down to his jaw line, and bangs that covered his eyes. His hands were covered in plain, white gloves. He had a long black, slim looking coat that was buttoned up to his collar, so Samantha couldn't see what he was wearing.

 I-I didn't see anything!" Samantha stuttered. She stepped back from the mysterious man. "I promise, I didn't!" she pleaded. The man said nothing. He stayed motionless. Then, as he began to reach towards her ever so slowly, she blacked out.