Prologue

Run. That was the only thought going through Morgan Bell's mind as she flew down the empty street lined with buildings that were either closed or vacant. She could hear him behind her, his running footsteps were catching up.

I'm dead. That was the thought that stopped her in her tracks just as quickly as the dead end of the alley she turned down. I'm dead, but I'm not going down without a fight. She thought turning to face her rapidly approaching killer.

Once he saw she was trapped he slowed down. Taking his time he slowly pulled out a rather large shiny knife. When he was close enough to reach her, she made her attempt at a fight, scratching him.

He hissed in pain as her nails tore his skin, drawing blood. With one carefully measured motion he sliced open her throat. She collapsed against the wall. He crouched down and looked into her vacant eyes. "You deserved this." He whispered to the corpse in front of him. "Just remember you deserved this." Then he rose and walked into the night.