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[b]Her legs hurt, so damned badly. The muscles felt like they were bathing in lava. She could swear her quads were about to peel off from fatigue. But she didn't stop running. Even as her lungs burned and screamed for oxygen from overexertion, she didn't DARE stop running.

Not if she wanted to live.

Her heart continued to pound, each time she heard the gunshot she expected to feel a burning pain, she expected to feel something more than just fear and anxiety. 

The young teen expected to see her life flash before her eyes before it slipped away from her. The ground was dry and sturdy beneath her feet, she was running for her life, doing her best to prolong it even if just for few minutes. However, her body was weak from the past few days, she was exhausted and simply running on adrenaline. Despite that she did not stop, she kept running further into abandoned warehouse. 

The gunshots stopped, it was eerily quiet in the dark, not even the sound of the insects reached her ears. Foolishly, she stopped. She couldn't run anymore, her heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Everything felt weak and about ready to give up, using the support of a building. What chance was there that a handful of men would find her this far out, would dare to follow in the dark. SHe figured she was safe. At least that what she thought.

That was when a shadowy figure darted in front of her, she pressed her body into the wall hoping it would protect her from what was to come.  
Once again the shadow figure darted across her line of sight and again and again as if toying with young teen. She didn't dare to call out or whisper a word. If she did those hunting her would hear her. Biting her lips, she refused to risk even to breath.

Her amber eyes began to searching the dark, trying to spot the shadow figure. 

Then it pounced, this furry creature came running out of the darkness to her....[/b]

The late hours of night slowly changed over to the early moments of morning. The tray of shots continued to be brought to the group which in just a short amount of time had managed to enjoy one another's company. 

Valasca was about order another round of drinks when her cell buzzed in her jeans. Reaching for the device she took a sip of her vodka with salt, her face turned pale at the familiar number and without hesitation, she pressed accept. Valasca slowly rubbed her eyes, feeling groggy while the world around her sway from side to side.

"Talk to me." She absently nodded her head while continually pushing through the crowd to reach the exit. Once outside, she paced back and forth while she tried to fight the cold wind. She rubbed her face while the detailed were handed to her

"Alright, ETA in about ten." Hanging up the, merwoman placed her phone back into her pocket. " Damn it," 

Once again murder had come to Fall Hollow.