The Kings Spawn | ✔︎

5

"Autumn killed
Summer with the
Softest of kisses."

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"Who are you, shadow man."

His laugh was a rich, throaty one that made my stomach dance in small circles.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Was his answer, thickly coated with a lingering chuckle.

My eyes never left the dull pavement across, and no matter how I tried to ignore it unwelcomed disappointment filled my chest. I knew I was out of my mind but something in me felt uneased, it was like I couldn't help but wonder what stood behind, or rather who.

"Well look at that, it's already twelve." I inform, lifting myself from the cold concrete, "But thanks for today, I mean it."

He doesn't say anything back but the heavy thumps of footsteps tell me everything I need to know. Curiosity churned deep in my stomach, twisting and turning for relief. It was foreign-the lightheadedness and surges of desperation. At some point I stopped thinking, and who knows maybe that's what made me do it.

His tall stature was a fair distance away, casted in a dim shade of moonlight. And without a tinker of doubt my legs moved without warning. This wasn't what I was supposed to do, I should have turned back.

But it was too late.

My steps were large and quick, moving almost instinctively down the eerily cold hallway, I didn't stop to acknowledge the shrilled heartbeats that deafened against my ears. I ignored it, simply as I did with the clammy fists that were tucked away inside my pockets.

It was as if something had taken over me, a Hazel who acknowledged no fear.

My head was held high, filled with more delusion than I was ever willing to admit. And even in my crazed state the intricate designs stood out to me. Flickered neatly into the stone walls, it was precise, and oddly familiar.

It took only a few moments before the stone cold realization seeped inside my bones. It weighed against my shoulders and cleared my mind.

How could I have forgotten Sevan's warnings. It was as if the memory had wiped itself clean, The taunting image of his dark irises and the untapped terror that cracked me undone.

What was I-

"Oh shit." I breathe out, the words hanging in the still air, "Where did he go?"

This couldn't be happening. Not right now.

I looked around, no one but myself standing astray in the halls. The man had dissipated, simply vanished through the corridor creeps. For all I knew he was merely a figment of my imagination, and this whole clownery was nothing but my mind playing tricks on me.

"Hello...? Mister?"

My breathing was disorderly, nothing but dry air clamping in and out of my agaped mouth. I wasn't sure if I was hyperventilating or simply out of breath, either way I couldn't bring myself to care, how could I when his lurking figure had not been around the corner like I had so desperately hoped for.

Was he hiding behind one of the doors? Had he found out that I had followed him? Was this a-

Relief. That's all I felt as my eyes landed on the doom shaped room, peacefully arrayed where the hallway cut off. I walked closer, slow careful steps till I reached the gold lanterned door.