Midnight Blues

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. Target on My Chest

ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔢, 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔢𝔣𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢,
ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲...

"Stop! Get off of me!" As she continued to punch the woman under her, the screams stopped, and Angel got up, looking down at what was in front of her. The woman was different hues of blue, with dark veins lacing the perimeter of her face. Her lips were stained with the off-putting cool tone, her eyes rolled back and her skin grey, as if she had been decomposing for days. A rigid grimace met Angel's face, and she began backing away from the unsightly woman. But as her feet carried her away from one scene, her eyes found another.

Her former boss lay lifeless, his olive-toned skin now replaced with an icy complexion, as the bullet hole inflicted by her lover bled into his vacant eyes. The deep, cherry-colored substance eased from his wound onto the other parts of his face, and she found herself backing away once more, to reach some sort of comfort amidst the gore.

While she backed up, she felt a hard chest behind her, prompting her to turn around. There stood Daniel, peering down at her with his deep, whisky brown eyes. Relieved that he was there to take her away from the horrid scene, she nestled herself against his chest and as her breathing started to steady, she closed her eyes and hummed in comfort.

When he went to hold her face though, she felt a warm, thin liquid on his hand, and pulled away from him, looking down to see blood covering his lower body and dripping from his arms. Angel glanced at her own hands and saw the same bright red substance.

"Good job, Angel." His voice was cold, and so were his eyes, as they turned from warm brown to black, and the color seeped into his scleras.

In a frantic attempt to take herself from the repulsing dream, Angel jolted awake, to her frigid, dark room. She reached over to the other side of her bed, in an attempt to feel Danny's warmth, but there was none, and then she sat up slightly to see the bed empty except for herself. Figures.

Pulling her covers up over her shoulder and turning her body so that she could feel more of her warmth circulating, Angel tried to continue her sleep. But when she closed her eyes all she could see was the blood of Krystal on her hands. She tried a couple more times but settled on scrolling through social media until the dark thoughts subsided, and she could rest her head with ease.

Hours later, she was awakened by a bit of commotion, the news channel playing as her phone rang beside her. Sleepily, she pressed the green button on her phone, and placed it on her ear, mumbling a greeting into the speaker. Within moments, Daniel muted the tv and they both heard Talia's voice erupt through the phone.

"Oh my God! Angel, are you okay? I heard it was a shooting at the club, and some girl was kidnapped?!" As the words left her lips, Angel shot up, furrowing her eyebrows incredulously. I knew the news would travel fast, but wow.

"Kidnapped?" She raised her voice into the phone, making sure her disbelief sold.

"Yes, girl. My friend's man was at Luxe and his boys asked for these girls by name and then the manager realized that she wasn't there. All of a sudden, he ends up dead. Shot between the eyes, girl." Angel averted her attention over to Danny, seeing that he was watching her manage the call.

"Oh my gosh. I'm good though, Tali. I was in and out of there." She replies, awaiting Talia's response.

"Oh, okay, good. I'mma talk to you later then, girl."