The usually peaceful street was packed like sardines with distraught people feeling the scene, all screaming in agony as they are chased from their positions, from a distance they all looked like a fast paced blur. Their voices could be heard from miles away, breaking the delicate sound of silence.
as soon as i heard the defaning sounds of spells being shot, bullets leaving guns, screams of agony, green lights lighting up the sky, i ran. I didn't know where i was running or where i would end up; all i knew was that it was better than where i was with the croud.
I felt them getting closer and closer, their magic surrounding me, until i could see my own shadow on the dirty streets. With no other choice i dived into an allyway, which was as dark as their souls, i heard the shouts become fainter and fainter until they were barely audiable.
It was all his fault, if i hadn't gone to that meeting on that frosty December day, i wouldn't be in this position. But before i caught my breath, it dawned on me. Eventhough i could only hear one chilling voice commanding everyone, there was a whole army.
waiting.
for me.
When i turned, there awaited my worst nightmare. The voices grew more frequent, increasing the volume, coming from all different angles.
Then i saw the shadows.
The last thing i needed.
they were illuminating the allyway with their spells, still not making me notice the graffiti covered walls and boarded up windows with red X's on the doors. I felt as if i was stuck to the floor. Unable to move, to try and escape, like i did before, it was the first time when i realised the other end of the street was closed up with a busy road, with people running from all directions.
I knew they were going to do anything to find me, but when i looked around the corner i saw the croud. the croud that used to me full of my 'friends'. But now featured in my late-night nightmares.
But when i turned around i saw a slit inbetween two shops leading out into a forest.
Fearing for my life once again, i ran. i fled the scene through the forest and running untilli found the nearest abandoned building, unaware he was following me.
Diving through a broken window catching my robes on the broken glass, i scurried up to my feet and travelled up the half- missing stairs, until i reached a room and hiding behind whats left of a burnt sofa.
then i heard footsteps.
so familiar with who they belonged to i recognised them.
They were his.
Shivering violently. I feared what could happen. Before i could turn around i felt his icy glare drilling into the back of my head. i could feel this magic trapping me in. Anger filling him from his head to his toes. I could scense his presence from miles away ; it was like all the happiness had drained from the world.
Gone.
Cautiously, i turned around (believing facing him would be better) sighlently and mentally preparing myself for what will happen. He stood their waiting expectanly in the unnaturally blue moonlight, waiting to make his move.
A satisfied smile fell upon his face as he knew i had got myself trapped in a corner, knowing i was helpless, lost, knowing i was feeling hopeless.
My body was like a statue, even if i tried to move i coudnt. it was almost as if he could sense my unability to move, he stalked forwards towards me like a lion to its pray, pulling the blade from his robe pocket.
Dragging it along my cheekbone, making me shiver in anticipation, he dragged it effortlessly down until it was poking my rips. i felt the chilling blade pass through my stomach, then disappearing completely. He watched in awe when i collapsed in on myself, then onto the floor.
Then there was darkness.
