Worst Fear I slink into your house in the dead of night. Though night may have fallen I can tell you are wide awake, sat typing on your laptop. Tap. Tap. Tap. That noise must stop. I'm in the same room as you now. You don't notice of course, no one ever does. The glow of your laptop increases as I grow closer. Happy and peaceful are the words I would use to describe you in that moment of time. Oh how good it will be when that changes. I'm behind you now, yet you still don't realise. I reach up and grasp your head. This is it, I have you now. So few have escaped my grasp when I have started. Only if my arch enemy appears can you escape, but their appearance if highly unlikely. My power is starting to take hold. Your typing is starting to slow, your face contorts to one of frustration. I win. I am your worst enemy, as I am the worst enemy of poets, bloggers, and writers of all kind. I am their biggest fear when a dead line is drawing close. I am writers block, and I have you in my grasp.

Again My breath puffed up around my face obscuring my view. Shadowy figures began to form I. The distance. Quickly I took off my glasses to wipe them. It can't be true, no one ever comes out this far. Besides, this place is practically impossible to find, especially in the dead of night. No road maps lead to this place, and the turning is hard to find even in the brightest of light. The figures grew closer. Two people, coats flapping in the wind, arms swinging by their sides. Fear froze me in place. When they pulled out guns, my brain kicked in to overdrive. As I dashed for the woods they started firing. Automatic weapons. I was in trouble. Advantage of living in the middle of nowhere, people can't find you. Disadvantage to living in the middle of nowhere, you can't escape if they do. Leaves and twigs were kicked up as I ran. My breath came faster and faster causing my glasses to fog up completely. I threw them to ground, better to have blurry eye site than no eye site at all. I could still hear gunshots, how had they not run out of bullets yet? Underneath the shots were footsteps, heavy footsteps. The shooting was a distraction, they had more men combing the woods. Why couldn't they just leave me alone? I never did anything to them, in all these years I never told a soul what they did. I could hear more footsteps now, they were everywhere. Circling. Closing in on me. I had come to far to let them get me. Fresh energy zipped through me, my moved so fast I felt like I was flying. Then I was falling. Falling and landing hard. I looked around. I was in a hole. They had me. All my running, all my hard work was for nothing. They had me again. My breath puffs up around me. They make it cold in here so they think I cant fight back. They won't give me glasses so they think I can't see their faces. That is their mistake. I escaped once I will do it again, but I won't make the same mistake. When I get out, I will take them all down, then I will run. I will run faster and harder than I have ever run before. I will take down the company behind this. That is a promise to me, and everyone else they have done this to. Just they wait.

The End There's not much that I don't know; I know the names of all the people, dead and alive, I can tell you which plants can heal which illness, and I can recite every book ever written. So when one drizzly afternoon a young boy enters my shop I was startled when I couldn't think of a single thing about him. I gazed around the room and my favourite lines if every book I can see come into my head, where all the furniture was made and by who, I can see it all clearly. Watching the boy is a strange sensation. All my #life my head has been full, but now it's like someone muted my brain. I feel wonderful. I feel free. As I'm about to stand to thank this boy he looks up. 'This can't be true' I tell my self 'I should have seen this coming.' He starts to walk over, the closer he comes the more I fill with dread. I no longer feel wonderful nor free, I feel trapped. Swinging my head side to side, my eyes search for an exit. There is none, I've trapped myself behind my desk. His eyes grow darker as he approaches, his expression apologetic. "I'm so sorry. I'm only doing my job you see. There was no way you could have know, it's just the way it has to be." His voice is soft, much like the one you would use to calm a frightened animal. I guess that is what I am to him, that is what we all must be like in the end. Frightened animals who get taken away. These not that much that I didn't know, except how it ends.

Lisa A light breeze shifted through the air. 'Great,' the girl though, 'just what I need right now.' To most people the breeze would mean nothing, a slight change in the weather, no cause for concern. Most people are wrong. This, to people who know the signs, was a summons. Something the girl was hoping to avoid. As she packed away her notebook and made her way out of the park, her thoughts turned to all the possible reasons for the summons; was it that rouge agent she let escape in February? Or even the agent she assumed was rouge, and killed, only to be then be told that the agent was on a special assignment? The girl didn't know. Calling her a girl, however, is a bit unfair. But at just over 5ft 2 Lisa was often mistaken for an innocent girl. The truth was Lisa was anything but innocent. At 16 Lisa was the youngest recruit ever to the Dammed, and the one with the most to prove. The first year was hard, she only just managed to pass the training, and with all the mistakes that followed she was surprised she hadn't been Wiped already. Turning the corner in the lane which lead to the Dammed HQ, Lisa double checked her weapons and straighter her hair. Not that it mattered much the council had decided what to do with her. Feeling smaller that normal, Lisa entered the grand building, with high ceilings and large oak doors. The receptionist lead Lisa to the first door on the left and gave her a little shove through. The door clucked behind her, confirming Lisa's worst fears. "Hello Lisa. Would you like to take a seat?" A light breeze shifted through the air. A girl was sat on a park bench by herself, notebook open in her lap. A sad smile tinged with confusion flittered across her mouth as she glanced towards a grand building in the distance.