Panting and the sound of huge, slushy footsteps followed closer and closer, picking up speed as they came. Fear coursed through my veins as I turned the sharp corner. I was breathing deeply, my heart was quickly pumping. Too quickly, too loud… I could hear it pounding against my ribs, it was deafening against the painful silence of the darkness. Freezing rain began to fall upon my frozen form. Hunched in the night I waited; the leather binding my hands slightly loosened in the down pour. The straps cut deeper into my wrists as I struggled to release myself. “He knows where you are” –the statement overpowering my thoughts of escape. Slowly I willed my exhausted body to move, if I didn’t I would surely be taken away. The cold stone was towered above me. The concrete looked strangely welcoming, bidding me to reach it. My soaking black uniform clung to my trembling body as I inched foward exposed out in the open. Suddenly deafening alarms brought me to my knees. My freed hands covered my ringing ears. I sunk deep in the black slush.