The girl in red ran down the street. Her breath was running short and her muscles were starting to ache.

The thing had been chasing her for miles, the girl was ready to pass out when she felt a claw dig into her skin and teeth sink into skull. The girl was almost happy it was over. Almost.

The girl was 8, she had blonde hair running down almost to her waist. She had a red piece of cloth that she had sewn for herself, it concealed her hair, she didn't like people to see her hair, but she refused to let anyone cut it. She was weird that way. The red cloth started to become a darker shade of red as blood seeped into it.

The girls favorite color was red.