The day had just became night the reds and pinks of the sky where fading in to the whirling black of the night. The street light had just turned on as did the mall light that light up the night sky. The mall parking lot was beginning to fill up with people that had come to shop the night away. The mall was four stores high with every shop that you could ever imagine. The light where so bright that you could see every wrinkle on a persons face as they past by you. The windows where more beautiful then words could describe. On the fourth floor high above the marble tilled floor of the mall. A figure of a young women window shopping . The why the light caught every expect of her body was magnificent. Her face was long and prefaced, there where no sings of ageing, no wrinkles, no blemishes nothing at all. Her skin was prefaced as if she was a person in a painting. Her hair was long ,curly and brown that lade ever so gently on her brood shoulders. Her wide eyes where an emerald green colour with hints of brown misted in. As the young women made her way down the hallway she looked at all the window that passed her by. By the time she reached the middle of the hallway she decided that it would be fun to look over the side of the railing to see all the wonders of the mall, as the women appeared over the braces railing she noticed that the mail had became more alive with people. The people where bumping it to one another and not even noticing it, but on the fourth floor there where not as many people except for her self and what appeared to be men in black robs with hoods over there faces and a man that seemed out of place form the reast of then. The man had on a black suit instead of a rob and you could see his face un like the others. But how was she to judge them hay this is the twenty fist century and besides she had a friend that wore a spike caller all the time. Without thinking about it for a another second she continued her way down the hallway. With out knowing it she had just walked it to the group of men not knowing what she was getting to. As the women tried to get free form the group it became more harder then ever. The men where bumping in to her right and left. Out of no where the group of men split apart for each other and formed a circle around her. Freer swapped across her face as one on the robs moved to words her. With a swift movie movement of his hand that where covered with his rob he grabbed her arm and turned it around so that her four arm was facings up words. There on her for arm appeared a tattoo, the man lifted his head and what you saw you would have never believed it. The figure was not a man at all. The figure was a demean well that was what it look like any whys. The thing face was weight as weight could be with horns extruding from his head his weight long fingered hands slipped out of his rob and touched her skin. His hands where are could as ice. chills ran down the girls spine. Then the thing take to her his voice over coming with power and hate. “the chosen one” with thoughts words the circle moved in tighter and tighter until they where right next to the girl. With a quick pull of her arm she was free from the demeans weight cloches. “what do you want from me”. screamed the green eyed girl. For one moment in time it seemed that time had just stopped. And every thing was going to be fine, but then the demean decided to talk.