Hazardous

III. A Formal Introduction

|  Steph  |

My day off was perfect.

I walked around the city, and though I disliked a lot of what I saw, but passed a couple well-kept parks as I walked. I organized a night out with a couple college friends I've maintained a decent relationship with, and even had some time to do a little thrifting before I had to head back and get ready for my night out.

It's now 11:30 pm, and I might be a little, just the tiniest bit drunk. I had a little bit too much tequila with the girls, but what is life without a couple drunken mistakes?

Luckily enough, the girls had a DD, and my place is only a couple blocks away. I'm sober enough to know where I'm going and get there without any issues, so I feel safe enough walking alone.

A while back, I discovered that there were a couple shortcuts I could take around the city to get to my apartment by weaving in and out of certain alleyways, so that's generally my main method of transportation.

I duck into one of the alleys, my phone flashlight on to make sure that I don't step on anything or trip and snap my ankle in these ridiculous heels I thought to wear to the bar. Fuck heels, honestly.

I step carefully through the alley, shuffling away from the small little rodents and bugs hiding in the corners. Rats are fine. Spiders? Hell no.

I'm almost to the exit of the alley, where it opens out to the sidewalk across the street from my apartment complex. A nearby streetlight illuminates most of the alleyway, so I turn off my light, shoving my phone in my back pocket.

As I approach the end of the alley, I notice something crawling out of a vent in the wall. In the odd lighting, I can see it's gooey texture, watching it pulsate as it struggles to move its little body mass.

Weirded out but entirely intrigued, I step closer to the mass, trying to get a better look at it. When I do so, it finally managed to push itself free from the vent, it's little body plopping on the cement by my feet.

I back up, the writhing mass apparently noticing my presence and beginning to make its way over to me slowly.

Suddenly, a massive figure leaps down from the top of the building above me. Though my first reaction is to scream to alert others of the danger, something tells me that this creature wouldn't like that. I shove my hand in front of my mouth to muffle any cry that was about to escape my lips.

The thing I front of me is huge. It's inky black, and has the body shape of a well-toned man... dare I say a Greek God? The dim light from the street lamp glints off of its rows of sharp, jagged teeth, and an aggressivey long, pointed tongue. It's eyes are a milky white, and almost appear to be a liquid of sorts on its face.

It stomps over to me, and I back up further, fearing that it's me that it's after. Instead of focusing on me, however, it bends over and picks up the goo wriggling on the ground in front of me.

It lifts the mass up to its jaws, and begins to devour it, attempting to chew and swallow it as quickly as possible.

When it's finished, it turns it's head back to me, licking it's teeth after it's meal is completely gone.

This time, it does stomp over to me, cornering me against one of the alleys brick walls. It towers over me; it has to be 8 feet tall, at the very least.

It bends down to me, a sinister smile on it's face. With a low chuckle, it asks me, "Are you a bad guy?" It's voice is like, if you recorded Shaq speaking and then used that God-awful bear siund filter on snap over top of it, but like, higher quality. Whatever you'd imagine a demon from the darkest pits of hell would sound like.

Yeah, that's what this thing sounds like.

I shudder. I think I shat myself. Should probably check when... or, well, if I make it back to my apartment.

"I... I..." I stutter. Forming words seems physically impossible with this hulking creature standing in front of me, fearing for my very life with every slight movement I, or it, makes.

"Because if you are a bad guy, I'm feeling exceptionally hungry right now, and you smell awfully good..." he leans closer to my face, and opens his gaping jaws.

I scrunch my face up as he trails his huge, wet tongue across my cheek.

What. The. Fuck.

Suddenly, the sound of men arguing, and possibly fighting, can be heard from a little ways away. The thing's head shoots to the side, listening for where the commotion is coming from. It swivels it's head back to me with a snarl.

"You're safe... for now. But don't worry, I never leave a meal unfinished," it barks. It turns away from me, and suddenly crouches down. It leaps into the air, snagging onto the brick wall with sharp claws and ink-like tendrils. It climbs over the top, and I'm alone in the alley yet again.

I reach my hand up to my face to wipe off some of the disgusting saliva. When I pull my hand away from my slimy face, there appears to be a little bit of an odd, purple gunk left on my face.

I swear I see it move the tiniest bit, but at this point, I'm so completely fucked up by everything that just happened, that all I can think is to get up to my apartment, and immediately collapse into my sheets.

And I do exactly that.