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 	It is a terrible night to be out. The moon's shine is overpowered by
 the dense layer of storm clouds above. The ground is cold and damp from the
 rain before. The air is frigid and flowing, full of water and empty of warmth.
 
 	But of course, here I am, walking back from the convience store. Being
 the lazy student that I am, I waited until the last minute for shopping and
 was stuck without food and a full night of studying for the next exam. So with
 my bag of various instant foods and snacks, I try to hurry home to the long
 night ahead.
 
 	Other than the light from the streetlights, the darkness is empty. Not
 a car roaming or person wandering. The buildings around are vacant. There is,
 however, that slight, mysterious buzzing that comes with this city setting.
 Realizing how eerie it is out here and vulnerable I am, I quicken my pace.
 
 	I turn down a pitch-dark alley, between the tall vacant buildings.
 Walking stiffly into the abyss, the clouds loosen overhead and the moon peaks
 through. And I see her.
 
 	A short girl, about 5'5" leaning against the building to my right. Her
 hair, a warm dark red, clashes with the cold around her. Her bright green eyes
-stare into me with a look of something between displeasure and anger. She's in a dark hoodie, and she is very pretty. So much so, I stopped walking without
+stare into me with a look of something between displeasure and anger. She's in
-being aware I did.
+a dark hoodie. And she's pretty. So much so, I stopped walking without being
 aware I did.
 
 "You're Ein, right?" Her soft voice shattering the slience.
 
 Half shocked and half flattered, I answer, "Yeah, but how --"
 
 	Fwish! The air by my left shoulder rushes around. Something flew by
 me. Around the girl. Gleams float in the air. Like a peacock's tail, in an
 arc around and over her head. I step back. They're floating. She begins
 walking toward me. The light from the moon disappears, throwing me into
 blind panic.
 
-I have to get out of here. I drop my bag and take off to the closest exit of the alley. Which way I was going, and which way I came make no difference
+
-anymore and I couldn't tell if I tried.
+I have to get out of here. I drop my bag and take off to the closest exit of the
 alley. Which way I was going, and which way I came make no difference anymore and
 I couldn't tell if I tried.
 
 	Shink! I scream in pain as my arm is pierced from behind by an icy
 numbness, flinging it foward sharply, shooting me stumbling ahead with it. I
 reach out for arm with my other hand and feel a shard lodge in my tricep from
 behind and my slippery blood dripping out of it. A shard of ice.
 
 	With no mind to think about what the hell is going on, I keep running.
 Time blurs around me, as more shards fly past me as I run. Almost as though,
 I've been running for hours and have heard thousands of shards of ice
 miss me. But eventually, that comes to an end.
 
 	Close to the exit of the alley I fall to the ground before I feel the
 pain in my leg. A shard of ice was launched into the back of my thigh. I can
 only scream in reaction to this pain. My screams, my crying, and her running
 footsteps ring together in my blank head.
 
 "Why! Wh --" Before I can finish all the air leaves my body.
 
 	She finished her run toward me with a solid kick to my back and all I
 can do is gasp for air.
 
 "That's for running!" She screams between her pants and gasps. "I hate
 running!"
 
 	She walks around me, trying to catch her breath and holding her heart.
 After a short while, she crouches near me. Because of how close she is, and
 the nearby streetlight I can see her clearly. Her hood now down, you can see
 she has her hair two pigtails fixed on opposite sides of her head. She's still
 panting and looks uncomfortable.
 
 Breathing heavily, she speaks. "Ein, you're going to die today."
 
-"You're dying for making such a beautiful girl run and get sweaty and uncomfortable."
+
 
 "You're dying for making such a beautiful girl run and get sweaty and
 uncomfortable."
 
 	Her icy hand touches my face. My mouth dries out and the saliva
 disappears from it. My throat feels itchy and tight. My skin feels as though
 it's too small for me. The air feels as sharp as a knife against my body.
 
 	Under her other hand which is hanging over my body, a horizontal spear
 of ice forms slowly. Taking her hand off my cheek, she makes motions toward
 the spear, crafting edges and designs as it grows. Abstract designs that can
 only be described as "awe-inspiring" and "elegant" are begin taking shape all
 along the spear. Finally, when she seems done, she flicks her small hand
 moving the spear in front of me.
-	Before I can answer, she stands up, and kicks me over so that I'm laying flat. She quickly moves the spear vertically, over my heart all the
+
 "What do you think? Pretty good, huh?"
 
 	Before I can answer, she stands up, and kicks me over so that I'm
 laying flat. She quickly moves the spear vertically, over my heart all the
 while with a flawless, angry look on her face. And she looks down at me.
 
 "I really do hate running."