The damp air crystallized as he expelled it from his mouth. A panicked frenzy swept over him as he turned and ran. His feet pounded against the asphalt and his heart felt like it was about to burst, but he didn't stop. He would run for as long as he could. It appeared as suddenly as it had disappeared. The child looked cold and dead, its eyes glowed red, and the sparse light easily caught the blood-soaked knife in its left hand. The man blinked, his mind trying to process his terror. Tears slipped from his eyes as he backed away from the child and begged for his life. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. The child sprung forward, he closed his eyes, covered his face with his arms, and felt the cold steel plunge between his ribs. Then he opened his eyes. He looked down upon himself.