Pulled In

15

No pov

Grayson was right, cops were swarming everywhere. He and Jimmy kept to back alleys and the growing shadows as the sun set. Part of Grayson was screaming that this was terrible thing to do, but the other part of him reminded him that death was impertinent here, so why should it matter what he did?

Jimmy's question echoed in the back of his head. He hoped he didn't ask again, he didn't want to bear his soul, he wanted to have an adventure. Grayson was tired of being afraid of everyone, he wanted them to be afraid of him.

He crouched beside Jimmy in an alleyway, waiting, watching. They watched as people hurried along in the dying light, not wanting to bs caught out in the dark after recent events.

"Anyone look interesting?"

Grayson shook his head, eyes not leaving the street.
"No, no one sticks out. Maybe we should just-"
He stopped, his eyes catching a figure down the road.
"How is he here?!"
He started to step out of the alleyway onto the deserted street, a confused Jimmy following behind.

The man who had caught Grayson's attention had his back to them now, he was speaking to someone on the phone, but Grayson had already memorized his face. The lines in his pale face, the buts of grey in his brown hair and beard, and his eyes, his dark brown eyes that Grayson had felt staring him down so many times before.

How was he here? In this place Grayson had considered his sanctuary. Grayson felt his mocking voice in the back of his mind, the one he heard every day since birth, mocking him, berating him.

He clutched the knife Jimmy had given him, breathing shallow. He was close now, he could reach out and touch him if he wanted to. He must have made a noise of some kind, because, suddenly, the figure turned, those dark brown eyes filled woth terror, an emotion Grayson had never seen in them before. It filled him with pride, and he surged forward, knife in hand.

He let out every bit of pent up rage and frustration, until there was none left in him. The figure beneath him was little more than a bloody mess, phone discarded and broken on the ground. Those eyes destroyed, something occured to Grayson. This figure he had thought he recognized was... wrong. He was to tall, his body too slim, and be wasn't wearing glasses.
"No, no, it wasn't him. I thought..."

Jimmy crouched down beside him, confusion all over his face.
"Who did you expect?

Grayson shook his head.
"Someone who shouldn't be here. Someone I was trying to get away from."
He straightened back up and looked up at the sky, it had grown dark and stars were starting to dot the void.
"Come on. Its time to go."

Jimmy stood there, stunned, as Grayson began walking, not back to where they had cone from, but to the park.