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Dizzy continued zig-zagging through alleyways as she struggled to catch her breath. She could no longer hear the footsteps tailing her, but she had to be sure. After the eighth turn, she collapsed next to the wall, leaning against a trashcan. She looked down at her hand, slick with her own blood. What made her friend snap like this? She put pressure on the wound and shakily tried to rise to her feet. That's when she saw it. Out of the corner of her eye, something blue, but nearly instantaneously, it disappeared into the black. Her heartbeat grew substantially, unable to process the situation she found herself in. That's when she heard it. The scrape of a metal pipe on concrete. Panic hit Dizzy in an instant, and she fled, limping as fast as she could down the damp alley. Fatigue was starting to take effect, and Dizzy's despair heightened, the sound of "awawa" echoing off the barren brick walls as her assailant grew closer. Dizzy took one last turn, and to her horror was greeted by a dead end. She had nowhere left to go, and no energy left to flee. She turned and, in an instant, saw the cerulean glow of her attacker. Dizzy heard one last "awawa", accompanied by the sound of blunt metal hitting flesh, and everything went black.
