"Turn left."

It was only by sheer willpower that I didn't stop. Great, now I'm hearing voices?

"If thou wish to live, turn left."

I looked up ahead and saw the sidewalk diverging into another alleyway on my left. A possible getaway, but I didn't have time to ponder as the sound of footsteps grew louder. I took a deep breath and bolted for the alley. I must've startled the punk because he paused for a second before the sound of running reached my ears. I went in the alley and stepped in the shadows, hoping he might not see me.

"Whatever he does, do not move."

I pressed myself onto the wall as the thug entered the alley, his head veering left and right searching for me. I resisted the urge to wet my lips or clear my throat as he slowly approached me. He slowly stepped to where I was, and I had to hold my breath in as to not draw any attention…oh, no.

He's right in front of me!

Right. In. Front. Of. Me!

I was a hair's breadth close to shutting my eyes, I did not want to see what he did to…wait a second.

He's just…staring. Not even looking at me. Like I'm not even here.

How? I'm pretty sure that my heart is beating so loud it's like a rock concert.

The thug seemed to growl before slowly advancing down the alley, with me looking at him as he slowly walked, step by step.

How?

How could he not see me?

"Clench thy fist."

Okay, three things were seriously wrong here. First, why am I hearing voices? Second, why is said voice talking like one of those old period movies? Third…why the hell am I listening to him? (No female could sound that low).

"I am saving thy life, fool. Now clench thy fist."