~~~Tobey stood on the extreme of the cliff overlooking the wind that swept into the desolate valley. His eyes gazed across the landscape, the hair on his neck standing on end in allure of impending doom. The sun, a faint glimmer on the horizon as it lay dying beyond the trees, grafted a warm, fiery glow across the ground below, cascading a shadow on the near. His home, billowing smoke puffing from the chimney stack, rested neatly in the line of trees. It felt so near and yet he knew it was so far, a long hike for certain. But it had already been quite the long journey, and it would take a great deal longer to pain him any further.

~~~Then came the high wind. A rush of powerful current charging its way high over the cliff-side, and directly against Tobey’s body. He braced himself against the sudden chill of the cold breeze, and soon the sun was gone, its burning embers a fragile memory. The wind was too strong, and only strengthening, it was this that frightened him from remaining on such a narrow passage and prompted him to return to solid ground. And so there he stood, struck by a sudden rush of fear and surprise. His eyes quivered in the rush of cold wind, they fell upon a figure of unknown origin. Surely whoever it was had taken advantage of the high wind’s muffling roar to sneak upon him, and only someone with malicious intent could be motivated to do such a thing. She wore a bright red coat, long and whipping in the breeze, dark red jeans and a matching top revealed beneath as it blew open. Hier skin was pale, almost sickly, and the long, black hair that draped over her face swayed wildly. Her face was just as pale, cold and emotionless, her eyes a burning amber, sparkling in the faint light remaining on the horizon from the newly dead sun. Lips, plump and perky, were a faded violet, pale in a chilled death. She smirked, a sort of callous snare of contempt and sadism etching its way into the stone of Tobey’s mind.

~~~He was not sure what to do, his heart was pounding as he found himself trapped on the remaining outstretch of the cliff. He knew if he attempted to cross his stalker she would certainly counter him, and in a location such as this that was quite a danger if the woman was less than mentally stable. Yet, it was only this that he saw to be an option, as if he remained where he did he would find himself subject to far greater cautions. Bracing himself once more, he postured himself and gunned forward, his legs pumping with as much strength as they could muster. He swerved at the last second, jolting to the side to avoid the red-clad woman in leather, and he soon felt as though he had stretched beyond her defensive line.

~~~He had been wrong. A firm swipe of her arm was all that was needed to drop Tobey to his back. His head was in a twirling daze, his vision spinning like a wild torrent.