Run

        Leaves and twigs crunched under loud and heavy footfalls. Long, brown hair trailed behind like the train of a wedding gown, though this was in no way a happy occasion. The girl's lungs cried for air as she pushed herself forward—running not only her life, but the life of many. Cold rain fell in large beads, blocking her sight and causing her to slip on the muddy forest floor.

        Something was gripped in her hand and her pursuers would stop at nothing to retrieve it. The thing was a foot long cylinder the color of the sun. It felt warm despite the freezing rain and glowed like the sun too.

        Shadows danced around the girl as she ran with the glowing tube, making a small circle of light—a deep contrast to the dark, starless black of night. Her breath came in ragged gasps, the frigid air biting at her throat.

        A trail of hot blood, her blood, ran down the side of her face. With inhumane speed and grace, she dodged upped roots and low handing-branches. If her pursuers were human, they'd have no way to catch her, but they weren't. She continued running until it seemed like she'd pass out and even then she only slowed.

        She could feel she was close to safety and success. A shot of adrenaline shot through her blood and her paced quickened. Her pursuers were still hard on her heels; she just barely stayed ahead of them. Her sanctuary was just up ahead, just a few more moments. The feeling of passing through a thin layer of gelatin enveloped her.

        She was safe.

        With that thought, she collapsed onto the metallic floor. She was no longer in a forest, but something that resembled a very large and advance lab. There were rows of table housing beakers and test tubes and papers. She was in a place no human or demon could access and she was safe.

        A crowd was waiting for her arrival. She flashed the glowing tube. "I got it," she whispered. Then she fainted from exhaustion.