Choices

The leaves fluttered across the ground gently in the cool night breeze. My hair ruffled with them, blowing gently around my face and giving me a small shiver down my spine. Then, ever so slowly, the hair on my arms began to rise, as an unsettling feeling began to grow within me. The previously cool breeze seemed to turn into invisible lines of ice, jagged streaks of cold air digging small pits and goosebumps all over my arms and neck. Then, admist the cold and confusing swirls of despair, I felt it. The feeling of a predators gaze, sharp focused ice that pierced passed the swirls and stabbed right into my rapidly beating heart and bearing a searching look upon my soul. It reached into my very depths and yanked a gasp out of me, as I twirled with the wind, looking for the source of that all powerful gaze. I circled once, then twice, then a third time, looking for anything amiss- anything to signify that I was in immediate danger. When I could find nothing, I continued on the path through the park, paranoia strong and suspicion heavy within my mind, the constant pressure of that unseen gaze unyielding. I turned a corner, heard the shift of the brush, and had just enough time to give a startled cry- before the snowball friend had expertly crafted hit me square in the face, the force and shock of it making me fall to the ground. I scrambled away with my snowball still clutched delicately against my chest, and when I had a clear shot I returned fire with an even greater force. Laughing as my friend fell, I ran for the trees, hoping to get some cover as I remade my weapon. As I crouched, he slit my throat.