The cold wet night of November had made the people close down their shops earlier, deserting the streets and enclosing themselves behind the locked doors and rest in the warmth of their houses in the late hours of darkness. There was hardly a soul to be seen outside on the road except for the screeching sound of tires , their sulphuric smell that would linger in the air, or the occasional bark of a dog chasing a stray cat into the back of alley. Once in a while, the laughter of drunk men or boys who happened to carry beer bottles in their hands and lean against each other's shoulders, slurring and cracking a joke now and then would rip the silence of the ight. As if they had known, the disturbance in the serenity that their howls and laughter seemed to cause; one would raise his finger to mouth attempting to silence the others but their alcohol fogged mind would deprive them of their sanity. Hence, the very act would lead to another roar of laughter.
She had left the bar that was reeking of the alcohol; of smoke and booze in its dimness, and met with the chilly and damp air outside the moment she came out of the glass door. The mist and fog had settled upon the city and the crispy air that blew through her blonde hair made her shiver badly against its frost. Her bare hands rose to her neck and wrapped her red wool scarf, adjusting it against the cold air that was nipping her bare skin of the neck exposed to it. Her cheeks were flushed, owing both to cold and alcohol; she felt them burning, radiating heat compared to her numb legs and feet. She sniffed, her blotched red nose bitten by the cold and brushed a leaking tear from watery eyes because of the chilly air of the young night. She knew that she should've left earlier from the bar to be at her home before the dark, safe and sound, for it was imprinted in the back of her mind that she ought not to never take a risk of being out at this late. However, once in a while, she would pretend to be normal person enjoying the night for herself and few shots of drinks by Brett, who enjoyed giving her new beverages that would burn her throat; strong drinks would leave a bittersweet taste on her tongue and make her mind clouded to sit for hours in the warm atmosphere of bar hadn't done her any damage.Those were the moments when she would allow herself to loosen up a bit, if not long, only for few hours but the morbid fear of someone looming in the shadows soon always came back to haunt her and she would leave for the four walls of her house. She took heavy breaths, releasing puffs of smoke in the air and tucked her hands inside the pockets of her light khaki coat that was open at front. She stomped the soles of her long boots on cemented sidewalk and she heard the faint sound of footsteps behind her that she noticed were constantly following her since she had left the main street. She reasoned that it could be some old man or a drunkard, probably a cop on patrol for the recent criminal activities in the sub-burb but he could've asked her to stop otherwise for her late night walk in the streets. She increased her pace trying to put a good distance and took a turn to her left hoping to lose that person behind her but the heavy soles of shoes slapped on the concrete ground, making her to walk faster panting and next moment, she knew, she was running from that person. Her dark blond hair and tail of coat flared behind her as she sprinted in desperation to get away from her stalker and looked back over her shoulder in fright seeing him approaching towards her. She ducked in an alley, shoes splashing the puddles of water and cursed herself for knocking the dumpster with her knee as she bumped into it. She again looked back, seeing his silhouette in the dimmed eerie light of flickering lamp-post and reached for the railing of steps climbing down and disappearing into another alley. He reached for her and she felt herself being slammed into the bricked wall of alleyway. She whimpered when hot burning mouth enclosed her chapped lips, kissing her mouth senselessly. She fisted her hands in the lapels of black jacket in attempt to push him back, but he held her by waist and recaptured her lips again. He smirked against her lips and pulled back for a moment, panting for breath when she saw his face in the faint light coming from the end of alley.
" Rohan"
It was a start of a hunting game where the hunter didn't know, it's him who's being hunted.
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Melaine
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