The boy ran. Panting, he just couldn't stop panting and huffing. He looked behind him at the chaser, she was breathing normally. We've been running for a mile now, how could she be so relaxed, not tired, not drained? I watched from afar the chase. The boy fell, as the girl took out a broken bottle, and stabbed him to death. This couldn't be real, it couldn't, Don, my friend, dead in front of my eyes. I clutched the knife in my hand.
"Where are you, Jean?"
Yay, my first story. Yeah, it's a teaser. Mwuhahhahahaha. :D
I'll start posting the actual story tomorrow.