The inked up sky was dotted with millions of white sparkles that blinked downward towards the city that they levitated over, scrutinizing it with fondness. Hints of the blushing sunset had disappeared hours ago, sinking into the sea to the far West; now all was silent, hushed as if the city itself were in mourning.
A silent wind ghosted through the trees, waving their branches, thickly covered in leaves that usually were a healthy green, now a dark version from the lack of sun. Shadows crept along the pavement from the trembling trees and from the lights above the deserted shops that, one by one, began to blink and stutter in their job of keeping the dark away from the doors. Flickers and flashes of light spewed from the light bulbs before each gave a small crack and all of them shattered, leaving the city in the hands of the menacing darkness.
As sudden as the light went out, a mild thump eroded through the air.
Marcus jumped down the steps of a nearby fire escape, trying to hold back the gasps and lack of air which pulled relentlessly at his chapped lips that were bleeding from the grip his teeth had on them.
Struggling he jumped down from the last ladder, landing hard on the concrete that smashed into his knee like a sledgehammer; having an injured leg should have meant that he would stay down but fear clouded his widespread eyes and with a deep breath he pushed himself up and continued to try to run.
But the fall had not been sympathetic to Marcus who could only limp out of the alley, crossing the middle of the sidewalk when a ripple of black appeared at the edge of the skyscraper that Marcus had just been in a mad rush to leave; a figure blotted out some of the stars as they stood at the edge of the building roof, their head tilted in his direction, details of the person were smudged and blurred from the ongoing shadows.
Limping away, Marcus turned for only a second to gaze up at the person before continuing to push himself; he could have sworn he heard a chuckle as he grabbed the edge of the wall and pushed himself around it.
His heart stopped dead as he heard a noise behind him, the shadows reached towards him creepily causing Marcus to flinch warily. A loud menacing laugh echoed from the edge of the alleyway where Marcus stood only two feet from, the fear swam deeper into his eyes that were nearly dark with the thick amount of dread that was casting little flecks of agitation throughout his eyes.
Palms sweating Marcus only focused on running and not his leg, the air was getting cold-much colder than it should have been this time of year, but this didn’t stop Marcus-his leg was burning and twitching so often, it was nearly numb.
Marcus was just about to grasp onto the corner of the next wall for another sharp turn when a shadow, cast across the ground, pulled out and straightened up in front of his feet. He had not noticed until the front edge of his right shoe connected with the edge of the shadow, his foot bent back, air vanished from his lungs as Marcus tried to pull himself up but his leg was throbbing in pain so excruciatingly that Marcus could hardly think; numbness was stretching upwards across his chilled skin, Marcus could still feel the slim cylinder that was clutched in between his fingers.
A broad figure appeared from the alley and approached him with a slight skip to their leisure gait that they took Marcus’ way.
Panic twitched across the top of skin that was yet to be numbed, goosebumps rose in the frosty air that left ice trails across where sweat had just run down his face.
‘Can’t allow this...I won’t allow it, I promised....’ Marcus felt the cold glass of the cylinder again.
The cold was freezing his limbs indirectly but Marcus was strong willed and forced his arm up, the glass cylinder glinting between his interlocked fingers. The figure coming didn’t even miss a step as they continued at their slow calming pace that caused Marcus to lose the ability to swallow.
In the final attempt, Marcus swung down his arm with all the force he could muster. The glass shattered onto the pavement, shards shooting far off onto the freezing ground, the thin purple liquid that had been sealed inside was sprayed across the cement and onto Marcus’ skin. He gnashed his teeth viciously across his lips, blood filled his mouth from the tortured thin skin.
The sound of the glass breaking was music to his ears-if he could actually hear from those ringing ears; the laugh reached through the ring’s as the other person stopped in front of him.
“Well….looks like the game’s over.” Marcus strained his eye to peer up at the person who leered down at him with a blackened face, but he still caught site of the twitching grin.
At two o’clock in the morning a young child woke up to the sound of someone screaming. His parents (who were exhausted) told him he was only imagining things and to go back to bed; not a second thought was shed over why the scream had been cut off so fast.
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