She slowly walked down the street on her way to school. The shadow figures she used to see began to take on sharper features looking more and more vivid everyday as they followed her to school.

'Ignore them.' her mother told her when she was six.

'Don’t tell anyone, they’re not real.' her mother tried to convince her when she was eight.

'Stop crying there’s nothing there!' her mother screamed when she was ten.

At the age of twelve she now knew her own mother would never tell her what was wrong with her nor would she ever try to get her help. She had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with her father that left them after her birth. Mother never spoke about him though the girl recognized the face she gave when she spoke about the shadows, it was the same face her mother gave when she asked about her father.

The little girl knew she was slowly falling into insanity but now after so many years of seeing the grotesque beast she had become numb to them merely pushing their round heads away when they got too close to her. This would keep them away for at most an hour before they would try to climb onto her once again. They were never too big for her to shove away though some were tall and skinny making her feel a bit intimidated when she did shove them away.

“What the hell is this?” A voice said from behind.

She spun around surprised to see a tall man in his early twenties wearing a long abyss black trench coat and a crisply ironed black buttoned up shirt with matching pants. He slowly pulled a silver pistol from beneath his long trench coat. “Just what are you?” He asked carefully aiming at one of the beast.

“Don’t,” she inhaled.

He shot the creature, its body contouring before turning to black dust. He slowly spun his hand collecting the dust in a bag that lay on his hip.

“Are you a witch,” he asked placing his pistol back into it's holster.

“Wh-what?” She said taking a step back.

“Far too young but still possible, perhaps a demon?”

“Excuse me?”

He grabbed her chin inspecting her. “No you look human,”

She swatted his hand away watching as he rubbed his wrist. “You’re a very powerful human, but then again I don’t think you are all human.”

She took a deep breath realizing she had a cold sweat running down her back. She quickly kicked him in the groin watching as he fell over in pain.

“Snatcher!” she screamed running.

“Definitely not human,” he gasped on the floor.