Street Called Main

Chapter II: Part III - The Shroud

Chris began walking across the street towards the sidewalk which led into the surrounding neighborhood.

The man had paid for the condoms and made his way back to the car; opened the drivers side door; and slammed it shut.

"Take me home, now - Matt." Jeff said to him, "Hold your horses. We're going after that cat."

And with that: he ignited the car's engine and sped away from the curb; tires screeching and creating a tread mark on the road beside Sammy's.

Chris continued waking down the dark and narrow sidewalk through the homes which were situated on the side of it.

Chris heard a vehicle's tires turning in the distance; peered towards his 'six' and noticed practically nothing except for other pedestrians meandering about in the background near the grocery store behind him in his tracks.

He continued walking forward; towards the next block - the second long stretch before the crossing light which led to a street, adjacent to his building.

"That was close-" Matt said. "I'm getting out-" and with that: Jeff exited the passenger side door and slammed it shut, "Take your meds. What you're doing is absurd, Matt."

"I'll write home about it." He replied.

Matt: drove off; slowly out of the alleyway in which he covered his presence from Chris, momentarily.

Matt drove at about fifteen kilometres per hour down the stretch of road, beside Chris' previous tracks until he inched closer towards Chris; who continued walking towards his place; through the neighborhood.

Chris was approaching a 'break' in the path he was walking - in which a gravel road alleyway existed.

Matt: pulled up beside Chris, and began 'cat calling' him, so to speak.

"Hey beautiful! Hey pretty!" He shouted, to no avail.

Chris: heard the shouting but took no notice of the words being uttered from the rolled down window of the Camaro.

"Hey! Look over here! Hey!"

Matt stopped the vehicle, and exited; while slamming the door shut; and approached Chris - then: began running after him.

Chris: almost crossed the alleyway break in which Matt had found himself on top of him with a knife to his throat; struggling to break free of his grasp.

"What's your problem, pretty sissy? Not man enough for you!?"

Chris: couldn't breathe. Matt's hand was clasped tight shut over his mouth, while his knee and all of his body weight was on his chest; preventing him from moving his legs and arms - effectively.

"We're going to have a good time tonight, sissy!"