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          proper fear leaves her paralyzed & stricken. fight or flight instincts kick
          in & slowly, her hands ease from where they’re nestled in the pockets
          of her leather jacket. chills run down her spine, she can feel the
          beginnings of a cold sweat forming on ebony brows. sounds of
          labored breathing seem amplified in her ears – she’s
          hyper-focused. so far, though, he isn’t
          exhibiting any hostility. 

          could be that he’s one of those gifted people – like her in a way,
          but entirely different at the same time. dark eyes settle on his
          slightly parted maw, his teeth sharp as razors. “ you don’t
          look very friendly. “ jessica says, hoping she’s wrong. 

               “ but maybe things aren’t like that. right? “