This is my first ever story and I don't even know if I'll continue because why not?
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Rain is pouring down hard. Darkness comes and swallows anything and everything. Lightning strikes, sending a flash of white through the murky black and all that can be seen are empty parked cars and poorly constructed houses. Thunder claps, darkness falls once again. Such a contrast between the melodic taps of raindrops and the occasional flash of lightning and cacophony of thunder. Lightning strikes again. Only this time there is a man. A man running away with fear and exhaustion ripping through his body.
He keeps looking back, each attempt rendered more useless than the last because of the engulfing shadows. It becomes systematic: sprint, look back, curse, repeat. Without looking, he turns into an alleyway. Lightning strikes and he can see two shadows walking very slowly. The man wants to run but his terror glues him in his position. He waits and listens for the impending wet sounds of feet stomping on the ground but all he can hear is the watery song of the downpour.
Time seems to stop; the man does not know how long he has been waiting. Five, ten, thirty minutes? He continues his silence yet nothing comes. A new feeling, quite different from the atmosphere, of safety washes over the man, causing him to take one shaky step towards where he came from. Splash.
It all happens too quickly. Two soft thuds, an intake of breath, the slicing of air, a squelching noise, a choked scream. Another bolt of lightning cuts the sky, revealing the man on the floor, throat slashed, with two hooded figures, a nine year-old boy and a man, standing over him. Hot blood pools around the man, his body thrashing with only weak and silent noises emitting from his throat. The boy immediately wipes his blade clean on the shirt of the dead man while his partner makes a call. The phone buzzes until the other line picks up.
"Yes," the man says with a toothy smirk, "the job is done."
Lightning strikes one last time and the two hooded figures are gone, leaving the body within Death's grasp.
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Well, that was fun wasn't it? I guess the plot will unravel later. Just wanted to be dramatic.
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Fragile Heart (Niam)
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