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Prologue

         


I had never felt so alive! Running, and jumping, along the roof tops. I jumped down, landing gracefully, suddenly realizing that the constant mumbo jumbo of thumping wasn’t the bass from music in passing cars, but rather the heart beats of people. I strained my ears focusing on voices. I caught bits and pieces of conversations as people drove by in their cars. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself and come to. Only in doing that I smelled something instead. Blood, sweat, beer and cigarette smoke. But one scent stuck out to me. The smell of fear woke the slumbering beast inside of me. Instantly I turned on my heel my eyes darting around thoughts of a predator surging through my brain. No longer was I the ‘hunted’ in New York City but the ‘Hunter’. I began to run, driven only by a hunger burning deep in the pit of my existence. I could feel every air molecule brushing against my skin as I broke into a sprint, traveling at impossible speeds. But instead of the world around me being a blur flashing by as I went, it was clear. I could see and hear everything.          

An ear splitting scream rang out in the distance and I followed the sound with my “super human” hearing. Coming to a stop I looked around scanning my territory looking for potential hiding places, weapons, escape routes and other uses for my surroundings. I peered around the corner seeing what appeared to be, at first glance, a man peeing. Thinking I had come upon the wrong scene, I began to turn around. That’s when I heard it, begging.          

“Stop! Don’t hurt me. Please! I-I’ll give you my purse just go away!” It was a girl, probably around my age maybe younger 15 or 16. I looked again realizing the man wasn’t peeing. He was trying to force himself on her! Disgusted with what I was seeing, and stupid with my newly found abilities, I did what any normal super human 17 year old girl would do. I stepped out of my hiding place and said what I thought then was a whitty thing to say.          

“Hey! Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Dang that was bad, 50/50 on bravery and 10/100 on speech… I was never good at speaking in front of people.          

Then the man spun around and turned his ugly face on me.