Thwarting the Banshee: Fantasy

The nails sliced open the back of his shirt as he ran. He grimaced but didn't even hesitate or falter. Ahead of him, other buildings closed their doors as they heard the unearthly screeching of the banshee run. Marked for death, he was, or so they thought, but he had a trick or two up his sleeve yet, and he didn't count himself as dead despite the blood that ran freely down his back. The banshee had taken his father, his mother, and his older brother, but by all that was holy, it wouldn't take him. He dodged to the right, past the fish-packing plant, and from the corner of his eye he saw the trailing rags of the banshee's clothing as it rounded the corner.

Inspiration: ?
Story Potential: Medium-low, except that it might work quite nicely as flash fiction.
Finished Length: Flash or longer
Notes: Modern day, foils b w/ salt in fishpacking plant. Why is the banshee being so actively after this guy? That question needs to be answered. Could work as flash fiction.