Angel of Darkness
Angel of Darkness
He turned the corner sharply. Panting heavily he glanced behind him. At first the street appeared empty. Not a soul could be heard. Not even the bleak air of the night blew. It was just the orange luminescent glow thrown by the street lights and the sounds of his ragged breathing.
Gayle threw himself against the building. He placed a shaking hand over his racing heart. His sapphire eyes glanced up to the heavens in a silent prayer. He dared to peer around the corner and was met with a terrifying sight. Each of the lights began to vanish into oblivion as a wave of darkness approached. In the quickly approaching shadows a pair of bright crimson orbs glared evilly only to be accompanied by a petrifying smile of sharp, jagged white teeth like.
Gayle’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He began running straight down the street. There was no use screaming. No one wanted to come. No one would come. No one could come. Who in their right mind would come out after dusk?
Overhead the bats flittered around almost blending in with the dark sky. Black dark clouds rolled in, covering the glimmering, glittering stars and the opalescent moon. Raindrops began to pelt down like bullets soaking the seventeen year old. His ashen grey hair plastered itself to his forehead mixing with the sweat from his brow. His pounding footsteps echoed in his ears as he ran, fleeing for his life.
‘How could you be so stupid!’ Gayle yelled mentally at himself. ‘Why didn’t you listen?’
He turned another sharp corner and kept sprinting forward at top speeds. He ran without destination or plan in mind. It wasn’t as if he needed one anyway. Any and every one knew once you were found you were done for. The running was only to stall his inevitable end and that itself was pointless.
Then he heard a voice.
It made him stop completely. The voice Gayle heard was singing beautifully. Her voice was smooth, silky and sweet like honey for the ears. It was enchanting. So entrancing. So enticing. Every thought in Gayle’s head dissipated leaving his mind completely blank. No longer aware of his surroundings the only thing Gayle was aware of was the hypnotic song. His legs began walking but Gayle didn’t realize nor did he care. All he wanted was that song. He didn’t even heed the lyrics.
When Darkness falls
I will arrive to destroy all,
For pain and suffering shall be dominant.
But weep not children for it must this way.
He turned left. He wanted to know the voice behind that song. He wanted to meet the melodious voice behind the song. He kept having thoughts of running in the opposite direction but he didn’t know why therefore he disregarded them. They just kept him from the song anyway.
Follow sweet children, I’ll show thee the way
Into a land filled of shadows, murdering beauty and passions.
The beauty and light is lost forever to you children,
So hush children for it must be this way.
Be calm, be quiet for I’ll take thee away to the Shadow Kingdom,
Away from the Garden of Delight for the midnight hour
Is close at hand.
The singing suddenly stopped and Gayle awoke from his stupor. A terrible realization dawned on him. He was trapped. A sitting duck. Gayle had found himself in an alley between two tall buildings reared by a high wall. It reeked of garbage and urine. His heart began to ram against his chest, his eyes darted about. Near the back of the alley he found a fairly tall dumpster pushed against the wall. He was pretty tall himself, if he climbed on it he could climb over the wall. Once he got over… well, he’ll get to that later.
Gayle hoisted himself up. His foot was just about to join his hands. Just another hoist over the wall and he might escape to live another five minutes or so, that way he could tell his parents his last dying words.
A cold hand grabbed his arm.
Gayle turned his head so quickly he was surprised he didn’t get whiplash. The hand belonged to a short, skinny girl. She looked around eight years. For a person standing in the rain she looked amazingly dry. The rain ran over her skin in tiny rivulets forming a puddle at her feet. An emotion flashed in her eyes briefly but Gayle didn’t give it much thought. She smiled at him. Her teeth were a blinding white almost glowing. They appeared sharp too.
“What are you doing?” She asked curiously.
Gayle could not believe how ignorant the girl was about her impending demise.
“What are you doing out?” Gayle shouted. “The Dark One is coming!”
The girl giggled. There was certainly an emotion behind it. “Oh, you don’t need to worry about her coming.”
Gayle refocused on getting over the wall. “And why is that?”
The voice that replied wasn’t of the little girl’s. “Because I have already arrived.”
Gayle turned around to face the once familiar voice. Where the little girl had stood was a tall, statuesque woman of regal nature. Her skin was a pale version of West Indian sepia; her hair was a depiction of the night sky, from the innumerable stars to the beautiful cosmos and swirling nebulas, cascading into her back like a curtain. Crimson eyes burned like hot embers as they stared; her ever present smile remained, looking even more ominous as the needle like fangs grew in with the other knife-like teeth. They grew past blood painted lips. But what stuck out most were the wings. They were like an angel’s. Large, outspread and breath-taking. The only difference was that they were as black as the evil she embodied. Her hair blew in a non-existent wind.
Gayle stared with his mouth gaping like a fish. Now he knew he was going to die. No one ever saw the Dark One and lived. She pulled a sword from its hilt on her hips. So that was how she ended people. The silvery light of the moon was caught on the charcoal blade. She studied it intently.
“And so my hunt continues into the night.” She spoke quietly.
She turned to Gayle and smiled malevolently. The sword was raised skywards. Gayle’s eyes widened as he tried in vain to pass through the wall behind. He screamed at the top of his lungs. The last thing he saw was a pair of wicked scarlet eyes and the swing of an imminent blade. Not a soul heard the shriek that echoed through the night.