Angel - City of Fear

Baby girl; you know about the boogeyman?

30 to 50 Years prior…

Marx Hucker, a Boogie-demon, was running for his life. He was scared more than he had ever been in his entire career.  Yes, Boogie-Demons were required to call their little hobby a job since it kept them alive and thriving. Marx Hucker, on the other hand, is half demon and didn’t need fear to live by. Adrenaline was running through his veins.

It wasn’t dandy to be fetched out by humans and ordered never to return. He came back. His large, adapted but unusually fast beating heart is connected to a smaller heart. Those two hearts made him live for centuries. To be exact Marx has the physical resemblance to Harrison Ford with graying hair; He look like that way for the rest of his life. Well….For many lifetimes. Marx’s demon form first kicked in at his daughter’s graduation ceremony.

    Boy, this was really different. 

 Nobody had forced him to run this far.

“Run,” A voice that scared Marx the most came down a hall. “Run, you Boogie-demon!”

 Far in the dark hall….Marx’s black, slippery dance shoes sent him skating through this hall.

Marx had to keep going.

No matter what pain he was in.

The sheer pain from missing an arm to the elbow stung Marx greatly. His formerly white tuxedo had been ripped and stained, his black and white tie hangs loose around his neck, his shirt is unbuttoned. His gray skin is sweaty while covered by some liquid people would faint at the sight of.   Marx looks over seeing a figure not far behind him. Hard to believe the boogie demon business turned against him.  Wasn’t he just a rookie in the ‘Demons who use bed portals’ a day ago?

Light was his hope.

...1999…

…Los Angeles…

The scene begins in a room that almost resembles a nerd collector’s room.  To be truthful that’s a child’s room. In this room is cubby’s that have some cowboy toys in buckets such as Woody, G.I. Joe action figures on the nightstand, a blanket that has a picture of Generation 1 Optimus Prime on the bed, underneath the blanket is rocket bed sheets, and a toy box at the back that hasn’t been closed. One can assume this belongs to a ten year old (Who’s in the bed). We flick off the light.

 In fact, this dark and not well lit room does belong to a ten year old…girl.

This ten year old girl is Christopher Cherriet.

T-t-tick-tick tick goes Christopher’s clock on the nightstand beside her bed.

“Wakey,wakey.” The voice sang.

It wasn’t coming from the closet or her door.

Goosebumps go up Christopher’s elbow.

“Chriisssy,” This creepy, odd sudden voice is coming from her bed!  “I’m hunnnngrryyy for a baaaad child.”

 Christopher turns on her nightlamp that is right beside the bed on a nightstand. 

"Boo."

The face Christopher saw was scary. This was a demon with marble-like eyes, pale-ghost like skin (Not transparent, but incredibly white), this individual-like demon has dark curly hair, two curly horns on his forehead, black scale-like marks right beside his eyes, and had a chin that is odd for a human,. He looked down right if not scary to  Christopher.  His very face registered 'bad guy' inside her brain.