I dared not find out what the presence was that had me so frighrened. I ran, my feet falling heavy on the empty streets, echoing into the night. With every step, i could feel him, or her, or it getting closer, but oddly enough, the footsteps I could have sworn I'd heard were gone, just like the people that once were here.
Were those noises all in my head? Was i just hearing myself? No, I couldn't have. I stopped, maybe a few blocks from where those sounds were, panting like a dog in summer.
"Do not be afraid, Jason." A voice, a girl's voice, soft, yet sophisticated, damn near made me piss myself. I spun around, expecting to see nothing, expecting to be going mad from the silence around me.
She couldn't have stood more than five-foot-five, and if she weighed more than ninety-five pounds I would have been shocked. Her long, brown hair flowed gracefully down to her silky tan skin, which was covered in an equally silky red dress that cut off at mid-thigh. She wore that dress like a glove, leaving very little to be imagined about her figure, which was superb to say the least.
"Who are you?!?! How do you know who i am!?!?! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?!?!?!"
"You must remain quiet, Jason, or They will hear you. All will be made clear very soon, but first, we need to get you away from Them, as far away as we can get." As tense as I was, her words, though spoken with an air of superiority, still calmed me. She grabbed my hand, and led me to an old chapel. Her grip was machine-like, but her skin felt smooth and pampered.