THE CHASE

I sprinted through the dark alley, my bare feet pounding the asphalt. I didn't dare look back.

He was there.

The rain poured down over me, soaking me to the bone, and the cold winter air bit at my cheeks.

I knew that I would die. There was only a 2% chance that I wouldn't, and I guess that's why I was running.

I had a chance. A measly one, but a chance nonetheless.

Then, I felt a hand on my right shoulder, a hand colder than the rain and the wind and the snow that bore down on my head. I was yanked backwards, falling on the ground on my back.

I blinked, clearing the water from my eyes. A huge figure loomed over me, blocking the snow and the downpour from most of my body. My jeans were soaked, and the thin long sleeved tee I had on was ripped and torn.

And then, I saw what the man had in his hand.

A silver knife, gleaming in the light of the moon.The edges of it were deadly looking, ragged and sharp. 

"Please!" I screeched, my shrill voice cutting through the night like his knife would me. 

"Pity is for cowards, my dear _______." the mystery man growled, the crouched down and plunged the knife into my stomach with no warning whatsoever.

I cried out in pain and clutched my stomach, my eyes wide. Red surrounded the edges of my blurry vision, and everything around me was beginning to dim.

The only thing clear anymore was the searing pain of the knife buried in my flesh. He pulled the knife out, then cleaned the crimson blood off the blade with the sleeve of my shirt. 

The man above me laughed sadistically and walked away, leaving me in the dark, grimy alley to die a slow and painful death.