Count to ten then run. As fast as you can, and as far as you can. Don't look back, don't turn around, don't blink. The icy cold sank into Kella's bones. It was like a fog that sank over her home. She could see her breath and she watched the tips of her fingers turn white. She closed her violet eyes, and whispered, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." She popped open her eyes and took off. She burst through the front door, her long brown waves curling behind her in the wind. She didn't look back, she didn't blink. She ran as fast as she could. The cold was nipping at her heels and her lungs were burning. She gasped for breath and skirted into the forest. There was a club house, about a mile from where the cold had invaded. Those monsters, they were after her again. For some reason, they hunted her. She wasn't special. Except maybe the eyes. Her violet eyes were not normal. She didn't look back. She ran for as long as she could, as fast as she could. She collapsed at the door of the club house, gasping and heaving for air. The could wasn't there anymore, but she assumed that they were still there. Waiting in the shadows, where you never look, the corner of your eye. She went inside the tiny, ran shackled fort and closed the ragged door behind her. It was nearly off its hinges but it would work for now. For now, she would be safe. Until they came fore her again. Then she would run, just like her parents had told her. Close your eyes, count to ten, the run. Kella's breathing steadied and now she had to prepare. Figure out where she would go. She heightened her ears and herd footsteps. She covered her mouth, and hoped it wasn't something that wanted to kill her.