[Author's note: This is my first submission of anything written, and is a fairly simple affair. Please enjoy for the simple submissive fantasy it is!]
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You walk down a quiet street at night, your steps only guided by the dim streetlights and the beaming of a full moon. Everything is still, and silence reigns supreme save for a gentle midnight breeze.
The music in your ears is the same as ever, turned low in the stillness of the evening. Still, there's nothing to hear. All is quiet. Empty alleyways flank you, untraveled streets run beside you. A strange peace fills the air, but it's one that you find yourself lulled into without a care. This sleepy town is at its most peaceful.
Passing by an unlit alley, you think nothing of it, as you did of the dozen before. A cursory glance that direction out of habit reveals nothing, just a passageway shaded from the moonlight by the buildings around.
But as you leave the alleyway behind, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. It's often said that we can sense danger before we can locate it, and something has you on edge. You're unsure what, but something tells you that you're not alone.
Uncertain of the cause, you put a little extra intent behind your steps. You glance around, but nothing stands out amidst the shadows and shine of the moon. Your conscious mind feels somewhat ridiculous for the sudden paranoia, but the feeling of unease remains. As though you know that... something is watching. Somewhere.
...what was that? Out of the corner of your eye, you swear you saw something in an alley across the street, but by the time you look it's nothing but a ghost in the fog, long since vanished. Filled with worry, you turn down the next alleyway. You know these streets, and you know all the shortcuts. You'll just lose whatever this is and be home soon.
You cut through the side passage and out onto an adjacent street. Relief fills your being as you see nothing behind you. As you turn around to keep walking, however, another movement in the black graces the corner of your eye. Is there more than one? Are you imagining things? Are they just that quick?
You can't even catch a glimpse to begin answering questions. Hurrying down the next street in a brisk walk, you cut through another alleyway, onto the next street. There, another flicker in an alleyway. As quickly as you can move while still walking, you scurry down the sidewalk. Streets and alleys pass you by, and every once in a while something flickers in the corner of your vision.
It's closer now. It's getting closer each time. Somehow, no matter how fast you move, it always seems to draw nearer. You accelerate to a jog. Safety isn't that far away, but you have to hurry. Your heart begins to beat faster and faster, as your concern turns to a minor dose of fear.
Something flickers before you up the street, and you dart into an alleyway, breaking into a run. Cutting through, the shadow flickers again upon the next street. Your heart pounds with primal adrenaline in your chest as you realise that you've become the prey. The hunt is on, and an unknown predator hungers.
Cutting through alleyways, hopping over fences, searching for a place to hide, and yet the shadowed figure continues to find you. No matter what, you can't seem to increase the distance. It only draws nearer, and the faster you run... the quicker it seems to close in.
Panic strikes you, as the inevitability of a predator's victory begins to feel more real by the moment. You don't know who lurks in the shadows. You haven't the slightest idea why it's you they're after. You don't know, Your conscious mind is useless in this moment, as the instinctual fear of being made prey fills your being.
By now, you're unfamiliar with the surroundings. You've run so far that this part of town seems unfamiliar. Creak..., you hear a door open in a nearby alleyway, as you catch a flicker of a shadow out of the other corner of your vision. Safety, another person, a place to hide perhaps. With a sharp change in direction, you tear down the side street, rounding a corner beyond which you heard activity.
Nothing. Featureless walls on three sides of this little alcove, leaving only the way you came. You know that you heard something this direction, so where is it? You... didn't imagine it, did you? There's no way. You know what you heard. Your eyes scramble for any sign of the escape you were so cruelly promised, only to find nothing. Panicking, you whip around to flee before anything finds you.
As you complete your turn, you freeze in terror.
Standing tall, a figure in stygian black calmly walks down the alleyway towards you, blocking your only escape route. A single moonbeam breaks through the heights of the buildings, and as the figure steps through, you have but a moment to make out any details.
An imposing female figure, veiled in apparel as black as the detached determination in her steps. Soundlessly, her boots practically glide over the concrete, betraying the skill with which you've been hunted. The cold midnight breeze causing ripples in the apex predator's cloak, a cloth mask veils everything from the nose down, while the raised hood keeps any features secreted away from your fearful gaze, as the fabric keeps them shrouded in shadow.
Try as you might to discern what lies beneath, your panicked eyes find nothing to gaze upon. Within seconds, this tenebrous figure will be upon you, and time is running out. Only now do you realise the truth of the chase.
You noticed nothing. You escaped from nothing. A hunter this skilled makes no mistakes. You were being herded, backed into this corner.
