Snippet #1263723

Relena walked hesitantly down the street, it was to quiet and to deserted for her taste. Hearing a click behind her, she spun around just in time to put up a shield, stopping what looked like a tranquilizer dart just in time. Keeping her hands up, she tried to run backwards and keep the shield intact; ducking beside a dumpster to survey her surroundings. “No sense in hiding, we will find you or draw you out one way or another.” One of the men chasing her said. Turning her head slightly Relena ‘moved' the benches across the street towards the man’s voice. “Fat chance! You guys have been a pain in my tail ever since I woke up! So either tell me what’s going on or back off!” With another good shove on the dumpster itself this time, she ran further down the street towards the sounds of people. If she could make it out there, those idiots couldn’t be shooting off at random and she could just disappear in the crowd. Hearing the click again, she spun around as a wide range of tranquilizers flew at her. Ready to make another run for it, her attention was brought to a little girl standing behind her with a terrified look on her face. “Hey kid! Get out of here! Scram!” Without having a chance to think, she heard the same clicks and orders to not leave witnesses.

Dropping her shield and running for the girl, she tackled her and closed her eyes waiting for contact with the ground…only to hit it with nothing but air in her arms. “Shadow.” Cursing herself for falling for an illusion, Relena made a last resort decision after realizing she wouldn’t make it to the crowd in time. Concentrating on another bench, it soon found itself relocated as it was thrown through a shop window with her following close behind. Without stopping, Relena tore through the store and out the back door to, thank goodness, the sounds of people and cars. With the men finally out of sight, the stabbing pain in her arm started after the adrenalin rush went down. After her escapade with the window, she had landed among the glass and embedded a piece in her arm. Not trusting to pull it out on her own, she “borrowed” a jacket off the back of someone’s café chair and slung it over her arm. “Guess that leaves only one thing to do. Time to visit this witch I heard of.”

Finding herself in a once again abandoned street, Relena walked towards a rundown looking residents with the address she was looking for. If the word on the street was correct, this person should be a stitch. If not, then she was in deeper trouble than she woke up in. With a shaky laugh, she knocked on the door.