Welcome To Underworld (HIATUS)

1- Hidden Attacker

London, England. 11:27 pm

The only sound on the deserted street was that of drips of water that fell from rooftops, trees and lampposts.
The grass was sodden and muddy, full of water.
Large puddles of water decorated the road and pathways, more evidence of the heavy down pour.

Houses squashed together fenced the road in, looking sad from the rain, years of standing against the elements clear to anyone who walked down the streets.
No lights were on, everyone tucked away in their warm and cozy beds. Heaters warmed the rooms, the temperature completely opposite to outside.
Blinds were pulled shut tightly, as if that to would protect residence from the freezing temperatures outside.

Clouds darkened in the night sky, preparing for another downfall.
Slight thunder rolled across in the distance, faint lightening painted the skyline for a quick second before disappearing and draping the sky with darkness once more.

The night was still. No animal roamed, all huddled up from the rain.
It was quiet, slowing building up anticipation for the storm that drew near.
One could almost say it was peaceful and calming.

The dripping of the water turned into patters, yet the water stayed it steady pace.
Those patters turned into steps, growing louder and louder.
They did not seem to slow down, growing faster and faster.

Her breath was shallow, gasps of air escaping her lips. She held her bag close as she ran, stumbling and skidding over the wet road.

What was she running from?
She did not know. But what she did know was that it was dangerous. And that she needed to find safety.

This game of cat and mouse started a bit after she left work. She had locked up the restaurant and waited for the storm to die down. When it had, she briskly made her way home.

And that was when she had felt eyes on her.

She couldn't shake the gaze. Every way she turned, they were on her.
She began to run. But the eyes stayed with her.

She was running from invisible predator.
And she was the prey.

She ran through the streets of the residential area, avoiding puddles an mud.
Something licked at the back of her ankles. Thinking it was mud she kept running.

It wasn't until something wrapped around her leg did she let out a startled scream, slipping and falling onto the road.

It pulled and yanked her down the road, grating her skin.
She cried out and struggled, trying to pull her leg away from the invisible limb.

She couldn't see it. She couldn't see the thing that was pulling at her.
And in a way, she was glad she couldn't see it.
All she could see was the street stretching in front of her.

What she couldn't see was the dark and oily creature, it's limbs dripping with the goo. One eye sat in the middle of the 'head', watching its prey with a cat like pupil. Colours of black and purple shifted and mixed together as it moved, sulking along the ground.

It kept pulling her closer, a smell of rotting eggs surrounding her.

She gagged and coughed at the smell, her struggles never stopping. She kicked at the limb with her free foot, trying to force it's grip to loosen.

It toyed with her, loosing its grip and then tightening it.
She cried, screamed, begged for someone to help her.
But her voice was gone. Her throat was raw. She couldn't make a sound.

Her eyes stung with tears, her cheeks were red and wet. Her nose had begun to run, her lips salty with tears.

She begged for someone to save her over and over again. For anyone, anything to save her. She begged to God. She begged to angels. She begged to Buddha. She begged to any powerful being.

But her words didn't, couldn't reach their ears.

They were, however, heard by two passing by.

They were travellers, a word used when any other failed to describe them.
They were an odd pair, complete opposites to be exact.

They weren't of this world, living in a realm parallel to this world.
Some would say they were ghosts. Some would say they were angles.
One thing many got right.

They were here to help.

After hearing her cries and begs, they were quick to find her.
They ran over puddles, pushed in between houses, over roof tops and around trees till they found her.

She couldn't see them, just like she couldn't see her attacker.

But they could see it.

With a sharp wire, he broke through the limb; freeing the lady.
With polite words, her 'pet' attacked the entity and allowed her to pull the lady away.

The confused woman ran, never stopping. She couldn't understand what had happened.
But she didn't plan on staying to find out.
So she ran until she got home. And there, beside her bed, she thanked whatever god there was for saving her.

And back where this had all begun, they left through a bright light. No evidence of a fight remained.

When the light ended, all that remained was the dark and wet alley.
The sky light up and the clouds opened. Heavy rain turned into snow.
The ground turned from wet to white.

There was no evidence of any other worldly activity.