Time for a ride

"Ssslayer!" The creature, which bore a striking resemblance to a crimson toned gargoyle, bellowed as the hooked claws of its feet dug into her thighs and whisked her upside down as its flapping wings brought it into the air. Too petrified to move, she was helpless as it dragged her towards the window.

The last she saw was the sill rushing towards her face before a splintering pain ushered her ****.

She could not tell how long had passed before she woke up. Before she could even muster the strength to open her eyes, Harper could feel a wind stronger than she had ever felt before rushing against her face. All she could do when she opened her eyes was scream...

Driven delirious with fear, and not thinking things entirely clearly, she immediately began to struggle to break free from the creature guiding her through the sky.

"Let me go!" She shouted in a fit of panic, earning a chuckle from the gargoyle.

"Hahaa weeeeeeak sssssslayer. As you wish."

With that, it relinquished its claws and allowed Harper to plummet down below. The cars that had once just been dots in her eyes grow to half their true size from her perspective as she got closer and closer to the ground.

"Not sssssso easssssy," the gargoyle continued, swooping down and catching her before swooping to the right, barely avoiding on oncoming double decker bus.

As if this situation could not get any weirder, suddenly, as the gargoyle was beginning its ascent again, an arrow pierced the creature's chest and sent it spiralling into a building, dropping Harper a story and a half onto the pavement below.

Getting back to her feet, ignoring the cuts and bruises flecked across her skin, Harper did what she thought anyone would do in such a situation: set off screaming for help.

"He-," she began but a hand swiftly wrapped itself around her mouth and dragged her into a back alley.

"Sssh, that monster is still around here," the voice, male, whispered in her ear. But she was in no position to calm herself and struggled violently against the man.

"If you dont follow me. It will kill you," he warned, then held her tightly enough for that to sink in.