Random Writing

Shadow

You can't run from the shadow. But you can invite it to dance.
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The moon shines bright overhead casting a deathly pale glow over the deserted city. Walls stretch high in the distance made from stone- smooth, black, impenetrable stone. Creatures move in the dark, here and there and everywhere. They call them shadows.

She walks through the spaces between buildings clinging to the shadows, hiding from the creatures that lurk in the night. She stalks the one that has been hunting her down, the one she can't escape. She is the prey hunting the predator and she knows that she will regret this night for the rest of her life- if she lives that long.
The dagger stuck in her worn, leather belt lends a soothing, calming touch to the small child. It is her only means of defense, her only means of destruction. The dark of night calls out in the sound of an owl, the crawling of a rat, the chirp of mice. But most of all, it calls out in the screams of people who have been found by the monsters.
She knows that she can't run, can't hide, can't escape. Knows that her only way out of this living hell is to somehow defeat the monsters.

The sound of shuffling feet plays over and over through the dark of night until it reaches the searching ears of the fair-haired boy. The boy who brought destruction on this land. The boy who built the wall. He can hear the girl long before he sees her. It is a horrible thing to walk with heavy feet especially in the dark. The girl is an amateur and the boy knows this. He knows that she is an easy kill.
The boy takes a few steps forward knowing that she will never be able to hear his presence. His feet are nothing but shadows, ghosts of what they could have been- if he was alive- and the rest of his body soon follows. The boy dissolves into the night, searching, stalking his prey.
He floats up to the tops of the buildings, sticking close to the side so as not to be spotted. Looking around with his ghost-eyes he spots the young girl clinging to the shadows. She walks along the side of the building and turns the corner, walks right into his trap.
The boy grins.

She turns the corner of the building and feels the air thicken around her like a vise, like a living thing. The girl takes a few frantic steps backwards, into the cleaner portion of the alley. Peering into the darkness she can almost make out a shape, a darker patch against the already dark night.
It moves forward and she instinctively backs up into a patch of light, reaching for the knife at her side. She brandishes the silver blade, pointing it with trembling fingers at the monster that has haunted her dreams. It lunges forward and she lashes out with the dagger. A squelching sound is heard as metal cuts through flesh.
The shape cries out, clutching at its stomach where the blade sank in. It falls forward into the light and the girl sees what she has done. She didn't kill a shadow. She killed a man.

A sinister smile crosses the boys face as he registers the horror on the little girl's face. He knew what would happen. He knows that they will be the death of themselves, getting so paranoid of him that they kill each other instead of focusing on the real threat. Yet he doesn't care.
He couldn't care less what happens to the people who live in his city. He couldn't care less that they used to live normal lives, have normal families, be normal people. All he cares about is the end result. His eventual rise to power.
All of this passes through the boy's mind while he watches the girl's reaction to the blood now on her hands. She squats next to the corpse, her bloodies hands running over the body, searching for a sign of life. The boy just watches with a smile.

Blood seeps from the wound in the man's abdomen, a wound caused by the girl. She looks at the blood on her hand and the blood covering the ground. She kneels next to the dying man looking for any way to save him. Tears seep from her eyes as she watches the light leave his eyes, watches him take is last breath.
The girl nearly faints from the sight and stench of the man's waste. Yet new resolve hardens in her. She will find the monster and she will kill it.
She rises to her feet, shakily but not afraid. She refuses to be afraid any longer. She refuses to hide in the night.
Brandishing her dagger she wipes the blood off on the hem of her too-small shirt and starts forward in search of the shadow.

Following from a distance, he watches the girl in her path. Of course, he can easily break her. All the boy has to do it twitch his finger and she'll be as dead as the man she killed.
The boy floats down to the ground, slowly returning to his physical form. He trails the girl from behind following her every move. She turns left, down a thin alley that only leads to the wall- smooth as glass, black as tar. The wall that he made. The wall that can let anything in, but let's nothing out.
This girl is as good as dead and she has no idea.

She creeps along the path into the ever growing darkness. With a feeling that she is being watched, the girl spins around, her dark hair momentarily blinding her as it sweeps across her face. The alley is empty.
She faces back the direction she was moving and continues walking along the dark path. Then, nothing. She can't go any further. The wall stretches high above her head- smooth as glass, black as tar- slowly curving inward and topped with pointed obsidian to keep anyone from getting out.
She can't run. She can't hide. She is as good as dead. And now, she knows it

The boy slowly peers out from his hiding spot, refusing to return to a ghost. He sees the girl, staring puzzled up at the wall and knows that now is his chance. He leaps out from the darkness with a shout.

The girl spins around and sees him standing there. The shadow. The monster that she has been hunting. Fear spreads through her body like cold fire and she nearly drops her knife. The creature grins but it doesn't spread to his cold eyes, black as tar. He cocks his head and stares at her questioningly.
She lunges forward with an animalistic cry, her dagger held ahead of her, in hopes of destroying the creature once and for all.

The boy laughs as her futile attempts to attack him with her puny knife. Nothing can hurt him. He is the air that you breathe, the shadows that lend protection from the scorching sun, the darkness that hides untold horrors.

He leaps to the side as the girl comes toward him. She runs right past and the boy swats at her with the force of the dark. She goes sprawling onto the ground, her hair falling askew, her dagger falling from her grasp.
The boy stalks forward like a lion approaching a wounded gazelle. He picks up the dagger from the ground and approaches the cowering girl.
She looks up at him, pleading with her eyes. She silently begs him to let her go, but doesn't dare speak the words.
He peers at her questioningly, smiling a twisted smile. He kneels next to her and places a hand against her throat to hold the girl in place. Lifting the knife he looks directly into her eyes as he brings the knife down, plunging it deep into her chest.

Blood seeps out from between his fingers coating his whole hand and the ground below the girl's body. He smiles as he stands up. Folding her hands over the chest, the boy yanks the knife from her chest and lays it gently on the ground by her head.
He runs his bloody hands through his silvery hair, coating strands of it in the sticky liquid of death. With a sigh the boy holds his hand out. A ball of shadow forms in his hand, and with a final glance at the young girl's dead body, he sends the shadow ball crashing toward her, obliterating her from the face of the earth.
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A/N: this one's kinda morbid.. Sorry bout that. I wrote it during writing club at my school and the girl who usually writes bloody death stories wasn't there so of course someone had to step up into her place :) anyway let me know what you think.