It came out of nowhere. A horrible storm covered the entirety of Manhattan and only Manhattan. Rain pelted everything beneath it like rocks. People were forced to run and hide, finding shelter from what many assumed to be God's sudden wrath. Clouds as dark as the night sky overtook the sky, making it seem like time had fast forwarded to late evening. While everyone was running in search of a place to hide from the storm, there was one person taking on the storm without a problem.
No, not a person. Whatever that... thing is couldn't be classified as a person. It's head was a flaming, human skull. It's eyes hollow yet if you were to look into those fiery pits, you would see the anger and rage of a million souls. The thing had on a flaming motorcycle, leaving behind a trail of fire and destruction where he rode. Windows shattered, cars flipped and street lights broken. When he passed by the eye watering stench of brimstone filled the air along with the smell of melted pavement from his burning tires.
No one could see or make out the being as he moved too fast for anyone to see. All they saw was a fiery streak.
In a small store called 'The Cadillac Linen Service' had closed down and had the gates lowered. The employees, a man and a woman stood in the front of the store on their phones. The manager, a disgusting man by the name of Gabe Ugliano sat in the back reading a playboy magazine. That is, until they all heard the roar of a motorcycle engine and the lights flickered before blowing out. Gabe looked up, annoyance on his face and in his eyes. He grunted as he stood from his chair and lumbered out of the back to complain when tires screeching made them all cringe. It sounded right in front of the shop.
"Who the hell would be on a motorcycle in this storm?" The woman asked. "Who gives a shit, what the hell happened to the damn lights?" The two clearly younger employees shrugged at their manager's question and shuffled away from him slightly. The lights didn't matter in the following seconds. All three employees turned to the door as the metal of the gate and even the glass heated up to the point where they became liquid. Through the new hole stepped the skeleton of flames.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" Gabe yelled as he stumbled back. The other two also screamed in terror, scrambling away desperately. He pointed directly at Gabe. "You." The demon like entity spoke, it's voice like the growl of an angry monster. "Guilty." It declared, as if it were a judge in a movie. He lowered his arm and started walking towards the fat man. Gabe screamed, questioning what he was guilty of. Looking up and asking God why he had sent this demon for him.
The skeleton bypassed the young, teenage male and the brunette, geeky looking woman. He stopped right in front of Gabe and leaned down. Grabbing the human like walrus by his throat, he lifted him off the floor and slammed him into a wall. Then, while staring deep into Gabe's eye it spoke again.
"Look into my eyes. Your soul is stained with the blood of the innocent. Feel their pain. Feel HER pain!"
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