The Desire of the Cold Militant
Gripping night
Suburban
Through midnight
French
Between the dark and dense night sky and the cold air that hit the skin of the body and face.
Behind the gripping Silence and not seen the slightest bit of Human life there makes the atmosphere more gloomy and terrible.
A girl is seen walking in a leisurely pace towards her front trying to pass through a narrow passageway along the road between the towering buildings in the French city.
At first he did not harbor any suspicions at all, stepping casually towards his front.
Letting his feet carry his body through the narrow passage around him since earlier.
Every now and then he glanced at his watch, Almost 2 in the morning.
The sound of heels hitting each other to the street floor continues to be heard along the narrow hallway.
This time he was a little surprised when he found another figure behind him who had apparently since tried to follow his steps.
The girl intermittently tried to look back, a little goosebumps with the atmosphere that occurred.
He tried to speed up his pace and apparently the figure behind him helped accelerate his pace.
as soon as the girl tried to slow her pace again the figure slowed down.
It was as if the figure was deliberately looking for the best timing time and the best place to stop his move.
For a moment the girl frowned, she in the end hurriedly tried to further speed up her pace.
Because the atmosphere and situation made him think as if there was a big threat behind him.
In the end the girl tried to run towards the front, following the passageway along the road that meandered to and fro, hoping to quickly get to the point where the exit she was seven at had been.
The more the girl ran around quickly, the more the atmosphere became increasingly gripping, the heavy voice with the loudest breath of the girl sounded extremely irregular, cold sweat clearly began to pour profusely behind the beautiful face.
A million fears now seemed to hit the beautiful face that looked so pale.
And back there the figure that was chasing the girl moved fast enough, in his right hand there was a wooden beam that seemed ready to hit the girl at any time.
While behind the waist of the person there is a gun that is clearly ready to be used by the figure in a state of urgency at any time.
The figure walked forcing a step chasing the girl in front of him who had been trying to run to save himself.
The man now began to growl when he realized the girl was turning to the right and speeding up his run.
The movement between his jaws was clearly visible, his teeth were now grinding against each other in anger, he thought if yesterday he lost the chance to destroy the girl, he said, so tonight don't expect him to lose the chance to exterminate the girl in his hands.
He was as fast as lightning running towards the front and increasingly pursuing the steps of the hadith.
Now that their distance could be measured by the fingers, the figure was as fast as lightning grabbed the body of the girl and.....
Brakkkkkk
He slammed her with a very rough move towards the floor.
The girl was clearly shocked, grimacing in pain as her body was slammed violently by a figure she was unfamiliar with.
A split second later suddenly the figure raised the wooden beam in his hand quickly and prepared to hit the girl without further ado.
"You're alive, Amora?!"
The man's voice was heard breaking the silence of the Parisian suburban night.