Rain poured down heavily on the darkened town; its soft hissing and the loud thunder seeming to be the only noise to the soaked city. Lightning flashed, lighting up the pitch-black area for a moment, revealing a lone figure running for his life. He was completely drenched, shivering slightly. His usually spiky black hair was sticking to his face, making it even harder to see in the harsh rain.

He could hear a hissing laughter all around him. He glared ahead, gritting his teeth and running faster. He slipped in a rain puddle, skidding down the street and slamming into some metal trashcans. He skinned both his legs and elbows. He groaned, rising to his feet with a wince.

"Careful…" a taunting voice said.

"We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself…"

Panic gripped him at the sound of the voices. He looked around before running off again. The hissing laughter started up again.

"You can't run away…" the first voice said.

"We'll find you…" the second voice replied.

Two glowing red eyes appeared in front of him, making him stop dead in his tracks. He stared at them fearfully for a few moments, then took two steps back. He turned to run in the other direction, but ran into someone much bigger and taller than himself. Lightning flashed, revealing the taller and bigger male's evil grin. He chuckled.

"We told you…" he said

"Nowhere to run…" the other said, stepping closer from behind.

The runner looked at both of them, looking for a way out. Both chasers realized what he was trying to do and laughed.

"Time to die!" they said in unison as they began to attack. A series of punches, kicks, and scratches fell upon the much younger runner. He was able to retaliate only a few times, but ended up paying for his own blows with harsher attacks. By the time the two were finished, the victim was slashed to ribbons, covered in bruises, and had a few cracked ribs along with a broken arm. The victim glared at them both, clinging to life with the utmost determination. The two attackers smirked; the younger one reached down and grasped the beaten one's neck, the claw of his thumb pressing into his throat.

"Have a good night, little brother…" he said, before slashing his throat deeply. The runner gasped, his eyes going wide at the intense pain before blackness consumed his vision.