[i]Irina would only have to speak her lover's name, that she knew. Her mad dash away from almost certain death left the three knights far behind, their slow, menacing walk paling in comparison to her sprint... and yet, they would share a soft, delighted cackle amongst each other, the noise haunting and chilling, ringing through the Vileblood's head. Only a moment later, and the three shades withered away, their being falling apart into dark grey ash and oozing shadow that blew away in the wind. They wouldn't bother her for a little while, remaining gone, though the signs of their presence were still so very apparent: the lack of sound, the heaviness of the air, the stench of death... not even Irina's feet made a noise as she ran. And then, she finally noticed why the world lacked noise. Time was frozen. The birds and the clouds in the sky were unmoving and stationary; the sun was nailed in place; Irina's shadow was left where it had been when she sat on that bench. She could still breathe, but that was undoubtedly only because of the three hunters' thirst for the kill. It was scary, really, how she was stuck in time with those three otherworldly beings hunting after her.[/i] "Futile," [i]The voices whispered within her head,[/i] "It's futile," [i]They hissed,[/i] "Your death is written," [i]They screamed.[/i] [spoiler]EEEEDGEEEEE[/spoiler]