Masqued-Mistress

"Great, I'm being chased by a mad man. How generic." It was an old time horror scene: a young beautiful youth running through a wide open area with a murderer fully intent on ending her life. Like I really need this; there's a football game tomorrow and I need to be there to cheer them on! Running completely straight with not even a pebble in my way once so ever: I tripped. I skidded to a painful halt, scraping my knees, elbows and hip on the hard earth. Momentarily forgetting the danger I was in like the dumb, short attention spanned cheerleader that I am—I sit up in a freeze-frame fashion to look at the damage. Torn skin and little bl