~Your POV~
From where I'm hiding, I can see the struggle. There are two men, one in the other's grasp.
The dominant one has a strange air about him. My vision may be a bit blurred, but even from this distance, I can tell this man is dark.
I do not mean African American.
I mean this guy makes it look like the sunlight hitting him doesn't even exist.
He seems to be encased in shadows, even though we're all outside and the skies are clear.
This man is the definition of scary.
And he wants to kill the person in his hands.
I can hear what they're saying.
"Help! HELP!" the victim yells. The other smiles.
In the most bone-chilling tone possible, he says, "Go ahead and cry, Jack. No. One. Cares." With a shove, "Jack" stumbles off the edge, and my heart momentarily stops. He's hanging on by his hands. My heart restarts.
"Goodbye, Jack," and he disappears.
He JUST FUCKING DISAPPEARS.
And with my huge fear of heights, I run. I run straight to this 'Jack', arriving right before he lets go.
I will not let him let go.
