Fatora
*Elizabeth pulled slightly against Clara. She stopped her, hugging her close. Her flame-red hed surrounding Clara in an envelope of red silk. She pulled Clara to her her, whispering to her.* "Run child. Please And do not look back!" *She pushed Clara down the sidewalk, and spun around to meet the dark mans gaze.* "Shall we finish this, then?"
*Morris was a tall man, standing no less then 6'3. He had no hair, shaven clean, but priecing yellow eyes. Hes skin was tanned, and a thick hand reached into his coat, pulling out a set of knives, both with 6 inches long blades.* "Most definitly." He stared her up and down, trying to prodict her movements.*
*she ran down the street heading toward the theater. she recognized Lolita's old house and peered inside the window. she was even more surprised to see the sold sign in front of her house in the lawn.*
guess she really did move out *she thought. the inside was dark and there was no furniture. the house stood empty and quiet. she backed away and headed toward the theater. crawling through one of the loose boards over the door and scraped her back, elbows and knees. coming out the other end a little bruised she yelled,*
QUICK!!! there's a man we met on the street and i think Lizzie said it was her brother or someone and they're going to fight and you have to help. she told me to run and i did but i didn't want to leave her! don't yell at me.
*Clara crumbled in tears not even sure if any one was listening*