Write to Rank: Inevitable

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She lifted her head, smoke burning her nose, pain wracking her body. Fire surrounded her, orange flames licking skyward.

Then she gasped, for he stepped right through the fire, unbothered by the heat or the flame.

Horror curled down her spine, and she scrambled to her knees, choking on smoke, on fear. She frantically grabbed at the nearest weapon, and came up with a bent rebar. It burned her hands, but she clutched it in a white-knuckled grip. She backed up, trembling.

And he prowled closer, grin manic, cruelty gleaming in his eyes.

"Did you think you would escape me?" 

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