(I wrote this as a story starter on another site. Here's the link so there's no copyright confusion or something: http://www.wattpad.com/4274461-my-start-serenity)
Serenity risked a glance behind her. The men were close on her heels and gaining every passing second. Her bare feet hit the ground with a muffled thump-thump thump-thump with the steadiness and consistency of a beating heart. Her white gown billowed around her as low branches hit her face,her long, blonde hair having much the same effect. Coupled with the bright light of the full moon that hung low in the sky whenever it wasn't obscured by trees she looked much like a ghost. I have to get away. I have to get away. The thought echoed in her head on repeat. The men were so close that they cold almost touch her. Unfortunately for Serenity, they were wearing protective clothing; her "talent" was useless.