Claire ran down the street, her hair blowing in the wind. Her feet splashed in the rain as they hit the ground. She laughed happily, and looked over her shoulder, smiling broadly. She expected to see Simon running after her, a grin on his face, his long brown hair covering his face, his loving eyes beaming.

But Simon wasn't there. Claire slowed down, then stopped. She called for him, but heard no reply. She headed back towards the club, walking slowly. She looked down back streets for him hoping he was hiding, waiting to ambush her, kiss her, hold her in his strong arms. But he didn't.

She rounded a corner. She saw a knife lying next to a side street, the puddles around it tinged red. Fear crept through her. She moved slowly forwards, terrified of what she knew she would see. As she neared the corner she noticed a hand. And the watch. A grunt from the shadows. Claire froze, every hair on her body standing on end. She looked slowly up to see a man half stooped not six feet away from her. She tried to scream, to run and hide, but she stood and watched him close on her, watched him kick her lover's arm out of his path. Watched him draw the foot long knife from his trouser pocket.

Finally, she screamed.

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