I ran as fast as I could, muscles tensing, sweat beading, jackie, of course, not shutting up.
"Fool! Watch your thoughts as I know what they are also!" He said.
This was probably the only time you would EVER be able to run down NYC and not see a bloody cab. I kept seeing shadows everywere. In every ally, every abandoned store, every box, sometimes I would see the little yellow beady eyes, then, sometimes I would feel like they were following me. The farther I ran, the colder I became. Darkness had shrouded my mind, and my houghts became unclear. I was unaware of where I was to be running to. I tried to remember, but amnesia had set in. In my head, I could see Jackie laughing. His minions tearing my thoughts apart, attacking my mind, and sending me pictures of my family and friends being burnt alive. I became light headed, and things began to spin. My breathing increased and became heavier. With each step, I could picture him infront of me. Closer, and closer, and closer. I tripped on a root and smashed into a trash can, then was flung into a tree. Jackie stood at the opening of an ally while I watched his friends help me over to him. Take that how you will, just kno that I did not enjoy it. As we neared and entered the ally, I kicked one in the face, and grabbed the other and flung it off me. Jackie moved closer, put his hand over my mouth, which was indeed like ice, and whispered in my ear...
"This is where your journey begins."