Heat

Ney York. The city that never sleeps,Literly, its three o'clock in the morning. I am running from my father's minions nthat are chasing me. My name is Taylor Sophia Kingston, I am thirteen years old. I was running through the streets of New York again, as fast as i could. I heard the men's feet stomping and sloshing around me. Then as the rain came down harder then before my tears mixed with the surrounding rain. I was coming up on an alley way,I made a sharp turn for the garbage can in the alley, as i ducked behind the can then men looked right at the alley. As i sat behind the dumbster , i saw a green eyed man step into the alley. He looked musculer and tall maybe about 32 years old. He walked over to me "Little one; why are you crying and hiding" he asked. To afriad to answer i just sat in awe, he couldn't be one of my dad's people for he was to kind or so i thought. He grabbed my hand his warm skin comforted my cold body. "Those men were chasing me...my...my dad sent them after me" I said aloud. "Its okay now your with me" He said, "Whats your name, mine is David Ashewood" he finished. "Taylor Kingston" i said stiffly. "well tayor i am very sorry for what i am about to do" he said then everything went black. Well this sucks i though to my self. I am 13 and i've been taken by David Ashewood.:(