The sun was slowly setting and dusk was creeping over the shoulders of the world. People all over America were settling down for the night's slumber. Some, however, were getting ready for a long night of partying and dancing. Or maybe they were little girls laughing and giggling about events of the past week. Maybe they were sitting in a bar getting drunk or high. Although very different, all had one thing in common. They were all in the company of people, surrounded by friends and strangers alike. Whether in bars, restaurants, homes, or hotels, there is almost always at least one person with you.
What if you were alone in the darkness? What if you were in bad company? Maybe even wandering where not even the New York Police dare patrol in the hours of darkness. The hours when all evil takes place.

Chapter one

"Justin crawled through the slimy, stingy alley looking for his glasses. His whole body was shaking so violently, he could barely keep his balance. Suddenly, creeping silently out from behind a dumpster, the axe murderer stalked behind Justin, his axe glinting in the moonlight, dripping with blood. Raising it above Justin's head, Justin turned around. Slice!"
"Stop it! Stop it Brian you jerk! I can't take this story anymore!" Kristin, who was nearly in tears, cried.
"Sorry if you can't Handle it, but it is my party!" Brian snapped sarcastically. "You can leave if you want to, princess."
With that, Kristin hopped up and stormed out of the room.
"I didn't really think she'd leave," Kristin heard Brian say to his friends as she left the room.
Kristin and Brian were twins, but they were totally different. Brian was tall dark haired and eyed, popular, and of course snobby and stupid. Kristin was of medium height, blonde haired, blue eyed, shy and intelligent. She couldn't handle some things as well as her brother could.
She stomped into her room, slammed the door, and jumped onto her bed. It had been a terrible week. She hadn't made the school soccer team, she got a D- on her math test and her boyfriend had just broken up with her.
Her long sun colored hair lay askew over her face; her usually calm, vibrant grey eyes were cloudy and dull. She could hear her brother and his friends laughing downstairs, probably at her. Since her parents weren't home, she didn't know what to do.
"Maybe I'll leave for a while," she thought to herself. "Why don't I run away? Yeah! That is what I'll do! I'll go to Central Park. It is soooo big, my parents would never find me there and it'll just be for the night any way!"
In a flash, Kristin had a bag packed and was climbing down the slippery slope of her house.

Arriving at the entrance of Central Park, Kristin was amazed at how frightening it looked in the darkest hours of the night. It was nearly one in the morning as Kristin found a bench to sleep on near the calm dark duck pond. Kristin lay down and try her hardest to fall into a sound sleep, but it wouldn't come. From a far she could hear the low rumble of voices.
"Did you bring the money?" The deeper voice asked.
"Only if you brought the stash." The second voice wasn't as deep and was whinier.
"Let me see the money and then I'll give you the stash." Whiny voice hands over the money and the next thing Kristin knew there was a noise worse than thunder crashed through the air. She let out a long blood- curling scream as a reaction for it took her but a second to realize that it was a gun that made that wretched noise.
Kristin started to get up and run, but before she could even get 10 yards away a pair of strong hands grabbed her and pulled her down. Before she could react, Kristin blacked out, not knowing when, or if, she would wake in the morning.