Cracks in the wall.
Thunderous heart beat, it clouded and stirred every sense. Blood pumped and the adrenaline carried your feet. Black and purple stained your skin from being grabbed too hard and hit even harder after that. Thick hot tears rolled down your face. Why here? Of every and any planet you landed on one where everyone wanted to kill you. The tazer you had, had been knocked from your hands with one swift motion of a crowbar, destroying it once it was on the ground and leaving your hands bloody.
A purpleblood? You weren't sure but he had a lot of purple on. That was how it worked right? Was after you, no tolerance seemed to be accepted from them. You wish Xizaya was here, he would know how to fight them off. Instead it was just you. Again you were on your own.
Ducking into an alley, the puddles you ran through soaked your pants and you could feel the cold air bite. If you lived through this, you needed to think of a way through winter. The hollering laughter followed you. Even now he was still on your trail. It seems though that your luck had ran out. Cold and unfeeling a wall greeted you. It was foolish to think you could make it out. Pressing yourself back you started to sink down, to curl upon yourself, to be as small as you could be. You didn’t want to die like this.