Criminal Minds
@faultlessfelon (from the ask) Run. All she could think of was to run. It didn't matter who was chasing her. She knew, that even if she slipped at this point. She was going to die. And for what reason? Thievery? She hadn't assaulted anyone, she hadn't fought back when people ganged up to beat on her. She, for the most part, was rather harmless, especially compared to her hunter. By the time she had made a wrong turn into an alley, that's when he waved his hand off like he was done attempting on her life. A bullet had made it into her side, staining the last good shirt she had blood red. She felt faint. She couldn't move. "W-why.. w-why a-are you after m.. me..?" Cassandra couldn't help to ask, curiosity. If she knew why, or who, she would know where to avoid hiding out for leftovers from now on.














