The Prey

Sometimes even eyes could deceive you. Just like mine were doing right now.

Though I should believe it. But I couldn’t. My luck couldn’t be any worse or better.

Standing in front of the college, I felt the cold air seep into my bones. Entirely different from the life I had been living in the penthouse. Was it the chill of the winter air, or had I simply grown too accustomed to the penthouse's warmth?

Whatever it was, the cold gnawed at me making me wish I could return to that insulated prison. But no, hell was where Judas was, and right now, he wasn’t here.

A shiver...