Spectre "The Double Crosser"

Running

I was running. Running from the darkness of my past. Running from those who take away life like a fire to a forest. I could hear their growls, the ferocity of their voices as they called out my name.
"Spectre!" I'd hear them cry, desperate for my power, my pure dexterity. I began to run out of breath, my stamina yet again cursing me as I began to pant. A bolt of fire as hot as lava rocketed past my ear, searing part of the hair off of the left side of my head. Whilst I began to slow down, a small boulder materialised in front of me, knocking me out cold.