Hot breath heaved from his mouth as his feet slammed a rhythm on the pavement. His right arm grabbed hold of a corner turning to his right pulling his body with his arm. He looked over his shoulder, but there was still no sign of it. There was no sign of people. His feet slowed, and his heart calmed as somewhere in his soul he hoped that he was safe. Soft buzzes whispered words of comfort with the wind, yet the leaves ran in panic from the trees. An angel, in the form of the devil, signaled for his departure, and engulfed his body in a warm light. A scream tried to escape his throat, yet his mouth made no sound. His arms bashed around, but he