A little bit of writingChapter OneNo matter which way he decided to go, Blythe knew he was screwed. He darted into the alley, hoping a lucky dumpster might provide a hiding place. Kii, his faithful and ever scrutinizing spectre, swooshed down from behind. “You -” She expressed deeply, “are a first among idiots.” The dumpster door smashed down before her words reached his ears. She sighed and passed through the metal wall between them. “It's rather dark and smelly in here, ain't it?” Blythe flicked his finger, and a tiny spark the size of a pea hovered above it, lighting the dismal space. “Don't!” Kii said, drawing in a deep breath and blowing out the spark of light. “How do you think they found us in the first place? You know you can't do anymore of that. Not here, anyway.” Footsteps drew near, and the cringe-worthy, deep and guttural breathing sound of the trackers filled