Demon Years

Where is the girl?

A tree branch smacks Calvin Rowe across the face,leaving a scratch on his face,but he kept on running. He heard the sound of foot prints behind him,echoing his own. The man was getting closer. A fallen tree branch grabbed Calvin by the ankle,causing him to fall forward.

Time seemed to slow down as his face made contact with the forest covered floor. His heart stops as he hears the foot steps of the man quickens. Before Calvin can get up and move,the man grabs a fist full of his hair and pulls his hair back. Calvin screeches,"What do you want from me bastard!",the attacker said nothing. Calvin attempts to swing his fists at the man,but is caught effortlessly.

His arms are now pined to his back,as a fingerless gloved hand enters his line of vision. What looked to be just a piece of paper in his hand,turned out to be a photograph. Calvin's head jerked back as the man gives a violent tug and growls," Where is she?"

The photo showed a image of a sixteen year old girl Calvin knew well. The girl looked like she was surrounded in a crowd,her hood just high enough to see her face. Her face looked lost in thought,or to the music of her headphones,but looked distant.

Tears coated Calvin's cheeks and he shook his head,refusing to answer. Something cold and metal presses against his throat. Calvin held his breath, he knew one screw up will cost him his life. "Where is she? Where is the girl? Where is Max?" Calvin wriggled. The man's face was close to his. Cold breath beats down on his neck in slow steady breaths.

Something cold and sharp grazes his neck,"Tell me or die." Calvin opened his mouth to say something but it was to late to lie his way out. The man pushes the dagger down Calvin's neck. Cutting down deep enough as Calvin lays limp in the man's hand.

The man growls and let's go of Calvin's hair,his life less body hitting the ground. The dagger in his hand started to glow a crimson red. He licks the blood from the dagger and puts it in his jacket pocket and looks at the picture in hand.

The man's eyes glow the same crimson as the dagger. He smirks under his hood,"Thanks for the information on her mortal."

He stuffs the photo in his pocket and walks away from Calvin's life less corpse.

That's the last person to ever see Calvin Alive and kicking.