Alizia felt the cold brush of the wind carefully caress her pale, almost bone white cheek as it shivered through the rustling trees above. Her hair wifted through the breeze, just enough to cover her face with a few brown strands. She tucked them gently behind her air as she cotinued to stare, at, something.  The pale, shy rose pink which painted the sky with a pale lilac color announced the cold night which was awakening. She could feel the trees around her begin to shift, to awaken their spirits into the night. Alizia had to get out, now.

 

She felt herself beginning to run forward, grabbing the hem of her white dress as she went, trying her best not to trip over any of the roots which seemed to begin to move, trying to trip her, entangle her, never let her go. Her eyes widened in fear, she darted on her small ballet flats in and out of the maze like trees, trying to avoid them, to stop them taking her. She could see the dot of white ahead, home, safety. They had purposely had it painted white so they could spot it easily.

 

Her breathing increased she could hear the thudding of her heart as it beat in her ears. A constant reminder of how very alive she was. Of how she would like to stay.  As the sun slowly slipped beyond view, and the trees became a dark black, ominous color, the forest awoke. It was alive.

 

A dark, leafless branch swung out and smacked Alizia in the face, branding her with a red mark across her cheek and the cold drip of blood as it slipped down her cheek, but she was too frightened to care. Wiping her face with her hand, she smeared the blood across the rest of the right side of her face. Her breathing was raspy, and she felt adrenhaline flowing through her youthful veins. 

 

Alizia could see safety, just feet away. If only she could reach it. The roots of the trees constantely found their ways under and over her feet, threatening to trip her. Amaingly, she managed to stay on her feet, despite the vice grip imposed by the roots and vines which crawled across the forest floor.

 

A blur swept past her, another person, perhaps. Searching for the same goal she had in mind, the white house, the only safety for miles perhaps. But there could be only one to reach there. She picked up speed, trying her hardest not to trip. The blur darted in front of her. She heard a thud, and the blur became a boy in a jacket and trousers of some kind. 

 

Alizia's own clothes consisted of a white satin dress, a lilac cardigan and two pale purple ballet flats with little white bows on them.  Her clothing was a hinderance, not a help. It was meant to make her slow, less likely to survive. It was always like this. Some competitors the one's who had already survived one round, wore clothing which made it easier to live, to escape. 

 

Brushing past the screaming body of the boy who was quickly becoming encased in heavy vines and roots which would eventually strangle him to death. Alizia didn't look back at the boy who screamed for her to help him. There was nothing she could do. The saddest part was the boy looked to be around thirteen. So young. Younger than her even

 

She ran up the metal fire escape to the white house, and pulled open the light wooden door. There were no windows. She felt a slivery tear creep down her cheek as she walked inside, pulling closed the door behind her. The world began to shake, and spin, or at least it felt like that. Alizia fell to the dusty wooden floor. She clenched her eyes shut, knowing that she would never have to go back to that maze again. She kept wishing that she could of helped that young boy who screamed at her. If only she could.

 

((Not really sure what this is. It will probably become something big. For now, I guess this is the first chapter. Comments?))