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Following Justin's escape from the subway, the rain let up. It allowed him to see the scoured remains of what used to be a peaceful night sky. The bleak cold felt welcome to Justin's sweating body, soon sending chilled drafts through the open ends of his sleeves. The speed Justin ran out of the station and into the street was a new record for him. Never, in all his life, including the times he'd watch horror films with Hunter, had he ever been so terrified. He felt lucky to be alive. That was when the guilt set in.

Without slowing down, Justin gave an empathetic look at the sky. Hunter could be up there right now, he thought. Tears flooded from his eyes as he shut them hard, trying to think clearly of what he should do next, instead of the realisation that his heart was breaking. Shooting down another street, he could see the bridge up in front. The police station wasn't far from the little island he was on now. Meadow Falls took pride in separating itself from the rest of Lakefield View, the only connection between the two was the grand bridge overlooking the river.

Justin decided not to call the police as he passed a vandalised phone box. He wouldn't be able to talk properly on the phone, and tell them exactly what happened, plus he was sure he didn't have any change. Justin could feel the beginning of an emotional breakdown. If he wasn't so scared for his safety, he would let it take over and fall to the ground in a coma. Despite the danger of living in a precarious place, Justin was always concerned for everyone he loved, knowing one day he'd have to face something like this. But it was all too soon. He wasn't prepared.

The bridge was almost empty. A woman on the other side was taking photographs of the river below. Justin would have asked for help, but he didn't know who she was or if she was good or bad. The fact that she was out alone with a camera was worrying enough. If she doesn't get killed before the night is through, then she's probably a killer herself. A car passed through almost unnoticed, breaking Justin's attention on the woman. As long as he leaves her alone, she might leave him alone.

He could hear the ferocious clicking of her camera as soon as she was behind him and out of his sight. Justin wanted to look back at her, but controlled the impulse. The clicking sounded awfully familiar.

A fight was breaking out outside of the pub closest to the bridge. The gang of people unnerved Justin. The violence displayed by the men, with women shouting at the top of their lungs at them, was coming in close to cracking the top five scariest things that have happened to him that day. He jogged past them without making eye contact, hoping they wouldn't notice him and include him in the fight. Justin hated the feeling of being left out of something, but right now he'd be ecstatic if they followed the lead example of all the boys during physical education at school; pretend he wasn't even there.

Once the pub was firmly behind him, Justin relaxed and slowed down. The running was taking a huge strain on Justin's body. His lungs felt tight and his throat constricted. His brow was drenched in a coating of sweat and blood, causing his fringe to look floppy and wet. He wiped it with the sleeve of his shirt and continued jogging through the streets.

Minutes dragged past like hours, until eventually Justin was behind the police station. Encased in trees, Justin made his way around by walking under the streetlamps in the parking lot. The sound of heels further up alerted him. He couldn't see who it was because of the number of cars parked; an unusually large number for this time of night. Justin weaved through a variety of cars before almost bumping into the owner of the loud heels.

"Justin?" It was Tiffany Hawkins. Despite the sheer string of bad luck in the past hour, Justin's blessings were answered. He was finally safe.

"T-Tiffany..." Justin tried to say through a cracked voice. He couldn't finish his sentence before violently crying. Tiffany instantly threw her arms around Justin and kept him from falling to his knees. She had never seen Justin so upset. In fact, she'd never seen anyone so upset. Justin's eyes looked like they would elapse with the floods of water bursting from them. He wasn't being very quiet either.

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