The sun was almost completely out of the sky at this time; not that it mattered…considering it hid behind the numerous clouds all day anyway. It took only a few minutes for the temperature to drastically drop due to the absence of solar heat. Snow lightly began to fall over a small metropolitan city inhabited with houses, apartments, and businesses alike.
"I'm going out!" Located in a small shoe store; which was irrationally sandwiched between two large industrial companies, a young girl, 14 or so, rushed out into the cold. She was aware that her parents could have cared less if she was there or not…she didn't help with the family store as much as she could have, but still, she liked to announce her departure: acknowledgment or not from them.
She closed the store door behind her, hearing that familiar 'ding' and then fumbled to get her coat on correctly. She silently cursed and she struggled with the material as the wind pierced through her thin shirt and the tiny snowflakes ferociously bit her skin with their chilling numbness. It would have been better to put her coat on before she left the shop, but she wasn't thinking; she just had to get out. Goosebumps aside though, she was fine. She wrapped the bundled material tighter around her and headed down the sidewalk in a mad dash. The cold air mangled her nostrils all the way down into her lungs, but she could've cared less. Running was invigorating. Running was freedom. Little did she know she was being watched. Not that that was unusual, however.
Beside the homely shop, an abnormally large figure lazily leaned against the tall cooperate building. The creaking of the strained building would merely be passed off as a strong gust of wind. In fact, the winds were actually starting to pick up quite nicely; it made for another bone-chilling night. This caused much bewilderment from the towering figure when he spotted the small girl run outside the shop beside his foot, without her coat fully on. "Erin…." He groaned and rolled his eyes, "You know better than that…" He watched her clumsily wrestle with the jacket while trying to seemingly "'outrun" the cold itself. "I'm not surprised." He laughed, knowing perfectly that his scolds were left unheard. He stood up fully and took small cautious steps beside her, managing to block some of the overwhelming flurry that blew toward her. "Alrighty then," he pulled out a cigarette without removing his gaze from her running form," Now where are we going?"