Try.To.Flee [Dixon]

[Ray]

Zynna Yondall

It's cold. That's the only thought that registered in Zynna's head as she trudged towards home. The hard-packed snow crackled beneath her feet, and she could see her breath. She rubbed her hands together, wishing she had gloves to wear. She hated winters. What was wrong with nice, seventy-five degree weather? Honestly.

Besides, there wasn't much to do in winter. A lot of the animals went into hibernation, and the ones that didn't were tricky to find. Precious hours spent hunting in the woods, and Zynna was forced to return home to her mother and two sisters with nothing. She had the luxury of being allowed to continue hunting, even after most were forced to stop. You'd think she would be able to do some actual hunting, and actually get something. Oh, well. She was just tired, and all she wanted was to flop down in her bed at home.

Zynna crossed the street and moved down the ally between the two buildings in front of her. It didn't look like much back here, but it was a shortcut that could save her a good five minutes of walking to get back home. She took this way home on a regular basis, and knew it like the back of her hand. She reached the short gate at the end of the ally, and was about to climb over, when she stopped.

Call it intuition, but Zynna felt... different. She glanced behind her, and saw that the usually deserted bench sitting against the wall of the building was now occupied by some stranger. "Um... Hello?" Zynna said, the greeting turning into a question. This place was almost always empty. What was this person doing back here?

[Dixon]

Oh man. Shortest high ever. Orfond thought to himself. I'm gonna need more 'shrooms. But 'shrooms cost money. He sat down on a bench. How was he to get money. He could always steal, but he'd done that too much. He wanted a challenge. Maybe a mugging, people carry around money right. Even though he was coming down from his high but he still couldn't think straight.
Then he saw her. She walked right past him. why didn't she see me? Oh well, she probably has cash. She stopped and turned around looking right at him. "Um... Hello?"
"Hi" He got up and walked forward. His hand slipped into his pocket feeling the knife he had hidden in his pocket.

[Ray]

Zynna Yondall

The man stepped out of the shadows, and her first thought was disgust. Zynna realized this person couldn't be much older than her, but he looked so different. His face was mangled and scarred, chunks of his nose missing. It was just so... gruesome. Yes, that was the word she was looking for; but hey, who was she to judge? Everyone had their scars after all. His were just more prominent. He was probably just a normal person.

"Hi," he said as he moved toward her. Zynna didn't know who he was, but she didn't like th vibe she was getting from him. The way he talked, the way he moved, it was just over all scary; and Zynna didn't scare easy. Maybe she shouldn't judge. Besides, he had only said one word. What could she tell from that? Well, she just wanted to get home. She probably shouldn't have stopped, just continued over the fence as if she hadn't seen anything.

He moved towards her, reaching into his pocket. Ok, now this was getting uncomfortable. Her gut told her to get out of this place, now. What was he taking out of his pocket? It didn't matter, she wasn't sticking around to find out. "Well, I think I'll just get home, then," she said quickly, trying to edge around him, back the way she came.

[Dixon]

"Well, I think I'll just get home, then," She said it like she had a choice. She began to edge around him, but he moved to cut her off. His eyes wondered over the alley. He hadn't been here before so he studied his surroundings for about thirty seconds. The trash, broken bottles, and other litter covered the ground.He slowly pulled a six inch long knife from his pocket.
"You ever wonder how much blood is in the body?
He grinned showing off his pointed teeth. He could see the fear growing in her eyes and relished the moment. Maybe he would do this again, who knew. His other hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. He grinned agian"Let's find out"

[Ray]

Zynna Yondall

Ok, this situation has plummeted from mildly uncomfortable to downright creepy, Zynna thought, as the man moved to stop her from leaving. Her brain may have been numbed before, but it was working in full gear now, looking for a solution. She glanced at the only way out, which was now blocked by a seemingly insane lunatic. She looked back at the man as he inched closer, pulling out a long serrated knife. Her eyes widened in fear. She had to get out now.

"You ever wonder how much blood is in the body?" he asked. Who asked a question like that? Because honestly, no Zynna had never once thought about how much blood was in the human body. He grinned sadistically, revealing teeth sharpened to a point. She didn't know why they were like that, she just knew she had to get away this instant, or this man would most likely kill her. She tried to duck past him, but his hand shot out faster than she had expected and grabbed hold of her arm. She twisted her arm, trying to get out of his grasp, but he was stronger than he looked. "Let's find out," he said, giving off another evil-looking grin.

No, thank you. I don't really care to find out, she thought quickly. She had lived moments like this before while hunting, when it was either do or die. "Not today," she whispered, reaching with her free hand and slapping him across the face. She wrenched her wrist free and ran around him. This was it. She sprinted for the street ahead of her, not looking back.

[Dixon]

She hit me. It was all he could think as he sprinted after her. He knew he could outrun her,but if she got to the street it would be over. The peace keepers would get. That couldn't happen. Panic was beginning to surface in the back of his mind.He put on an extra burst of speed and caught in a flying tackle. He had slippled the knife into his pocket. " You're gonna regret that."

He pinned to the the ground and threw a hard punch into her face. That will teach you. Anger boiled up inside of him. He pulled back for another punch...

[Ray]

Zynna Yondall

Keep going...Keep going, Zynna repeated to heself. Don't look back, just keep running. Her heart pounded in her chest. Sure, she had been in tough situations, but that had been hunting, and it had been with animals. Never had she fought with another person. She couldn't resist the temptation. She looked back to make sure he wasn't gaining on her.

She looked back just in time to see him lunge for her. Her grabbed her and pinned her to the ground. Her head made a dull thud as it hit the pavement. Zynna closed her eyes, suddenly disoriented. He had said something, but she didn't bother to sort out what that had been. When she opened her eyes a second later, she saw a fist flying in her direction.

He hit her squarely on the jaw. Man, she would have an impressive bruise in the morning. If she lived until then. It hurt a lot, but she was more worried about the minor concussion she probably had. She didn't know much about head injuries, but it was probably a good sign that she was still conscious. She wriggled and tried to free a hand, but she couldn't get him off her. The more she struggled, the tighter he held her down.

"No, stop!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, hoping anyone would hear her. Of course, she knew they wouldn't. She was always the last to head home. She just hoped for a miracle. The man pulled his fist back, and Zynna flinched, bracing herself for another punch, and most likely multiple bruises. Her face was not going to be pretty if she survived this ordeal.

[Dixon]

What did she say? The addrenaline kept his mind from processing it. Maybe she was begging for her life, that would be kinda funny, he thought to himself.
He hit her again and again till her nose started to bleed and her lips began to swell. He moved his hands from her shoulder to neck and clamped down hard. His excitment grew as her eyes begun to dull. She pulled up and slammed her head to the pavement and stood up.
He began to laugh. It started as a small chuckle and it grew into a long laugh. Maybe he killed her or maybe she'd get up and get to use his knife. Who knew?

[Ray]

Zynna Yondall

When would it end? Zynna could feel him pounding her, over and over without fail. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, hoping that eventually it would just stop. This was just some nightmare that would end if she wanted it bad enough. Who was she kidding? She couldn't change anything. The world was a cruel place, and people would kill you for the paper in your wallet. Not that she has any money on her. Zynna was broke.

She had given up on thrashing and trying to get away. Maybe she had gone soft, or maybe he was just a lot stonger than her, but there was no point in fighting it. She would either die, or some miracle would happen and she would be spared. She only hoped that whatever it was, it would come soon. She could feel the blood gushing from her nose, and knew that if it wasn't already, her nose would soon be broken. Her face would not be spared it this fight.

Then, something changed. He took a break from pounding on Zynna's face. His hands moved down and closed tightly around her neck, cutting off her air. She could feel her lungs contracting looking for the air that wasn't coming. If she wasn't panicking before, than she most certainly was now. The pain swelled in her chest, and she felt like she would explode. Then quickly, he pulled her head up and smashed it hard against the pavement.

Finally, relief. She could almost feel her body sigh. It was strange, she heard the hollow thump of her head hitting the ground, but it was as if everything had shut down. She didn't understand it. She wasn't a doctor. For all she knew, she had just taken minor brain damage. It didn't matter. Blackness was closing in around the edges of her vision, and she knew that soon, heavenly unconciousness would take her. That, or heaven would take her. Who knew? She had never died before, so she had no way of telling. It didn't matter. All she knew was that she had gone numb, and the pain had receded to a dull ache. She could deal with it now. The black covered her vision, and the last thing she remembered before submerging into unconciousness was to thank God that he had invented unconciousness.