Run With The Wicked

Chapter 3: Rooftop Children

Dedicated to @LauraEdsss for being a friendly partner in crime and having amazing taste in superhero movies.
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Gusts of ice cold wind whipped my hair around  in a thousand different directions, blonde strands flying into my mouth. I looked around at the city below me, civilisation below was bustling with people even though it was late at night. The full moon rose high in the sky, masked by a blanket of dark cloud. 

For a moment it didn't seem like there could be anything more beautiful, or terrifying. Each full breath of air numbed my lungs, and I was lost in a temporary moment of ghost like euphoria.

Zeke appeared out of nowhere, his tousled black hair sweeping across his forehead, and his eyes were the deepest charcoal.

Something didn't seem quite right. His walk was different; the way he looked at me seemed darker. Zeke sashayed over to me. The first two buttons of his dark shirt undone, allowing a view of his pale slightly chiselled chest. His mouth was drawn into a thin line, and his usually soft eyes were reduced to an emotionless piercing glare.

His lips were just centimetres from mine, his warm breath ragged on my cheek. I thought he was going to kiss me, but I felt an uneasy sensation - and not the good kind. As he leaned in, his lips pulled back over his teeth, forming a vicious rabid snarl.

A primal growl escaped from his throat. Even in my surprise I didn't back away, and I was too close to the ledge to move. I flinched at his actions. He reached for my bottoms lip with his teeth, which was now dry, and pressed it in-between, his teeth. He toyed with it, twisting his mouth around it as if he was starving. 

I felt a prick, and then a sudden spike of pain. The taste of warm metallic liquid dripping from my lip leaked onto my teeth, making me look like I'd just had my teeth knocked in.

He bit me.

I jumped away and used all my force to shove my hands onto Zeke's chest. But he was like stone, weighing a ton and persisting to stay in his current position. His eyes gleamed silver and the small amount of blood on his lip suddenly turned into a steady stream, spilling from the corners of his mouth.

I backed away in horror and stepped up onto the ledge. I clenched onto his wrists, but he shook me free with ease.

"You don't get it, you're the human, and you need to die." 

Everything atom in my body was telling me to find a weapon, anything, even running was better than waiting. Zeke fisted my shirt, leaning me over the edge of the building, giving me a full view of all seventy- odd floors up. I screamed as I felt his grip loosen, and suddenly in almost a cartoon like slow motion, I was falling.

Falling was the worst part, that sense of freefall that takes the air from your lungs and deprives you of the very breath you need to survive. I had never felt anything so terrifyingly real, even though I knew it wasn't. The ground rushed towards me in a bright cluster of white light. I braced myself for impact, but it never came.

I forced a squinted eye open, to find a face staring up at me.

I scrambled in panic at my landing, struggling to crawl off the stiff body beneath me. The face I had been greeted with was a young man with sandy blonde hair, no older than seventeen. 

His eyes had frozen open, completely white, his skin was ashen, and blood trickled from different ventricles of his head. Flies and insects had already infested the perishing body, emerging around his ears and nose from the decomposing corpse. But there wasn't just one body, there were hundreds, the last thing I saw were my shoes, ankle deep in a crimson sea of blood.