My run turned into a fast paced sprint as I heard his pounds onto the concrete slowly gaining on me. My breathing soon turned into a panicky unsteady pace. I began to run faster and faster into the darkness of the night, away from the mistake of a trip to the bar.
But it was no use.
Soon hereafter, his footsteps were dangerously close. My legs burning, I took a turn into a coffee shop. Once I entered everyone's eyes burned into my back as I was breathless and panicked. My facial expression clearly showing. I sped walked to the bathroom, and quickly locked the stall door.
After a good 2 minutes, I decided to walk out. Unsteadily, I turned the corner to see the scary two green eyes I have so much fear of. I jumped in horror of his glare. He was standing in the cold weather, just staring at me. His hot breath apparent with the clouds of steam forming from his open mouth. His eyebrows furrowed in hunger, he smirked evilly. He mouthed "I'm coming for you." He pointed to me, then stuck his hand back into his trench coat pocket, and walked away into the crowd of normal spectators. As if nothing happened.