She wasn’t sure what had possessed her to run here. The whole area was littered with trash, broken-down boxes, and old oil barrels that vagrants used on bitterly cold nights. Oh, crud, Mina blurted out, sprinting down the stairs leading to the underpass. As she looked over her shoulder, she saw her pursuers reach the fence and choose to scale it instead of squeezing through the impossibly small opening. Mina slid to her knees and squeezed through a gap in the fence, scraping her arms in the process. Within seconds, she reached the steel fence with its glaring metal sign that read No Trespassing.
She knew this area of town and saw they were almost to the Tulleyway Bridge. They were quicker than she thought, and they were closing the distance fast. She turned a corner and took a chance to glance over her shoulder at the three very large Fae bearing down on her. Mina gasped, gritted her teeth, and pumped her legs harder, trying to put even more distance between her and her pursuers. Her lungs burned with lack of oxygen, and a painful stitch stabbed her side. Being ripped to pieces by Fae wasn’t how she’d envisioned dying.
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