I’m the immortal she should worry least about because there are far more fearful things in the world that could do so much worse than me. "Hey, where are ya gettin’ at kid? That poor girl is bleedin’ and runnin’ while you’re just pumping gas!" An irritated man shouted beside me. I looked over at him and the guy was bulky and probably the same size as big foot.

I couldn’t say anything because a woman called out behind me. "Call the cops!" I knew I was in deep shit but if these ignorant mortals think they can capture me, then they’re dead wrong. I mustered the best grin I could come up with, even though there was nothing funny or clever about what just happened.

I jumped on the hard black top of my convertible and jumped off so I could begin a cat-and-mouse game with Spencer. Just to be safe, I had to rip off my pants as I ran off after the insanely fast blond. Cars honked as I tossed aside those useless pants and I was so thankful that my skin did not touch the gasoline and the sun was going away so I’m all good.

"Spencer Carlin! Get your ass back here, you’re not safe!" I yelled, following her footsteps exactly. We were making sharp turns around these corners of the streets and people just stood around watching us with interest. Spencer looked back and found that I was about twenty feet behind and catching up.

She freaked and without a warning, she thrust her body into these random bushes. I heard twigs and leaves crunching underneath her body and when I poked my head through those irritatingly sharp branches, she was still rolling down a large hill that led to some kind of park.

Thankfully, not many people were around to witness this oddly entertaining scene.

"Nice ass!" a perverted woman called out to me. I didn’t have to turn around as I lifted my leg to kick the bitch hard in the shins. I launched myself forward, feeling light as a feather as I flew in the air waiting for the right moment to drop on Spencer. The girl looked around and then up before she shrieked.