1 Work in Burnout (Video Games)
Shadows cross as the lights blink behind the figure, feet pounding against the tarmac. Long chestnut hair flowing and stubby legs pumping it’s unmistakingly female, throwing glances behind her shoulder as she turns towards the looming building ahead. Hands fly against wood, pounding not unlike her heart. Screams of help and fear are squashed as she turns and races off again, head flung back as echoless screams break the silence.
Suddenly the world is silent again, soft murmurs of traffic and animals all to be heard in the stark of a Paradise City night. The hunter laughs, a cruel and disjointed sound that crawls down your spine like fingers on blackboards. His latest work, the next Mona Lisa. She’s a star and he would stop at nothing to make sure she lives up to her full potential.