A smile will get you pretty far........... But a gun and smile will get you farther. 

She ran as fast as she could possibly run.

Tripping past the crowded streets, she pushed aside drunk socialites, desperate to escape. 

Stentorian shouts and chatter boomed around her surrounding, but the step of boots were easily picked up amongst the girl's pounding ears. She could feel the abominable presence of her chaser gradually increase within the passing seconds, igniting her to charge faster. She couldn't die in the hands of a bloody psychopath; not today.... not ever.

Coming towards a dead end, the girl panicked before turing right with haste. She could feel her energy detoriating, and knew she wouldn't be able to run soon. But one single halt could lead to her death, especially with the killer hot on her heels. 

 A cool hand suddenly s across her neck, clasping tightly as she struggled for breath. Thrashing her limbs wildly, the girl's heart heavily thumped, sweat trickling down her forehead as she began to lose concious. Fear flashed upon the victim's eyes, shivering, as she finally managed a strong kick right upon his face. But with one strong yank, she was slammed against the wall with titanic strength. As the killer approached the girl, he sighed deeply, parting her wet bangs with soft . 

"Why?" she mumbled softly, her eyes drooping.

A taunting smirk dangled across his bloodied lips. 

"Because it ain't over, till it's over."