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“Convergence”
Rosie finished her decimation of the remaining souls in the hospital wards, leaving their inert bodies where they fell. The two people she had spared would feel only sadness for what would seem like eons before eventually recovering from this incident.
Slowly making her way down the corridors, in the direction toward the first floor lobby, Rosie found very few people left to feed upon. Floating outside at an easy pace right through the closed front doors, she glared about, searching for more life force out in the streets. Her previous vengeful ravaging of the hospital employees had taken the better part of the day, but now the setting sun which changed the colors of the landscape around her, shone on fresh prey to hunt.
Rosie came down the street turning to the left, stalking the lady of the evening who was plying her trade by walking curbside in search of clients. It was the woman's own low self esteem which drew Rosie towards her. This same lack of confidence allowed others to use her body and pay for the privilege, before they anonymously disappearing back into the night.
Rosie saw the woman as an easy target, the hopelessness of the situation the woman felt, and the tortured feelings drew her closer to breathe in the sad girls essence. Rosie felt a familiar kind of kinship to the woman before granting the woman's secretly kept death-wish urning.
A blue sedan pulled up to the curb in hopes of getting a date with the woman, but quickly sped away as the prostitute suddenly collapsed in a heap on the sidewalk. Her pimp watching from down the street saw her stumbling along then fall to the ground. He raced over to beat some sense into the girl, and got within three feet of her before feeling Rosie's grip on his soul. The pimp also collapsed into a fleshy puddle along the curbside, right on top of the dead hooker.
After feasting on this last meal, Rosie haltingly staggered down the nearby darkening alley feeling bloated and exhausted from her feeding frenzy. She quickly needed to find a secluded place to rest, and located one along the far wall behind a half filled trash dumpster.
As her awareness waned, a gray and black striped tabby jumped down from a window set into the wall of the building on the right hand side of the alley. He landed on the trash receptacle then pounced on a mouse running along the base of the dumpster. Curiously sniffing its catch, the cat arched its back, fur standing on end as he gave a low growl followed by hissing. The tabby sprayed his scent, marking his uneasy territory before quickly moving on. The mouses tail hung from his mouth as he sped away in primal fear..
Rosie slept in ignorance of the cat's hunting and passage through the area. These incidents coincided with multiple sirens blaring in the distance, each of them growing louder while accompanying the ambulances that raced up the street. One came to a stop in front of the crumpled couple on the sidewalk, allowing the occupants to climb out and survey the still forms. After a brief assessment, the EMTs knew for a fact that these two were dead, and staying that way.
One of them, MaThe EMT lifted the pimp unto one stretcher, starting CPR and placed the hooker on a second one performing CPR on her as well. Policy dictated they transport them to the hospital where they would be pronounced DOA. As they were loading the two into the ambulance, more sirens were heard in the distance heading for the carnage at the hospital.
One EMT whose name was Mark, was an empath and his ability allowed him a sensativity to feel the energies and emotions of others, even if they had just recently died. But Mark found these bodies were completely devoid of any spiritual essence. It was as if something had sucked out their souls leaving behind an empty hole in its place. Alarmed, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and the bile forming in his stomach rose as he glanced down the alleyway where the gray tabby had just exited from.
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