Seeing Double

The Other Side

 Darkness came as strong, protective arms, wrapping the outskirts of London in its grasp. Evil rubbed his hands together like the classic way all villains do. Tall, thin, vigilant,  pale, lurking in the shadows.His icy blue eyes stared amidst the darkness. His brows and lashes drawn in darker hues highlighted his eyes. His hair,matt and dull, with streaks of dark brown, but pale streaks of brown dominated. His name was Liam, age 17.

Some people were born good, like perfect angels or those pointless heroes in  comics. Some people were born evil, but  turn good, like villains who have lost in defeat to the overpowering good. Some people were born in the light, but fall to the darkness. But only few were born in darkness and cannot see the light, and he was one of them.

Liam stood, overlooking it all. The dark, desolate, dismal  alley was no stranger to many crimes over the years, or decades to that matter; the centre of attention all again, and to no surprise the front page in the newspapers, because of him. 

The alley with its dark shadows was an abode to all stray breeds from malnourished mongrels and terriers to the homeless passing through.  Within weeks the only sign left to show a crime has  occurred is  there will be bits of the crime scene tape that hadn't been ripped away by the older teenagers as they whiz at 50mph  on their bikes without a clue how close they have passed by to the scene of death.

 During early evening until closing time any screams coming from the alley would have been drowned out by the deafening yelling and screaming of football fans in the bar or the honking of cars in traffic jams.

Heaped amongst the greasy KFC chicken bones, soggy half-eaten pizza and cigarette butts, the  cold, lifeless body of what appeared to be a young, attractive woman in her early thirties. Her hair scattered across the ground from the night before, and her face was smeared with   blood. Missing one shoe, the other the heel broken off, broken fingernails showed evident signs that she struggled to save herself and scratches visible on the sides of her face.

Down in the bottom of the dismal olive -green bins rusted out by years, or decades for that matter, of garbage bags bursting open and bin juice oozing, the bloody body of hers  leaned against the side, tossed away and disregarded like some worn-out rag doll , which once belonged to a child.  Missing one shoe, the other the heel broken off and decomposed by the steady downpour of rain, broken fingernails showed signs that she struggled to save herself and scratches visible on the sides of her face.

She was like every one of the others that were choked to death in Liam's grasp, left for the police to find...

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