*3rd Person*
A blood curdling scream ripped through the silence of the night, followed by deafening crash. The sound of glass shattering into thousands of pieces echoed throughout. The moonlight shone down, lighting up the reck in the middle of the desserted road. Silence had fallen once again, nothing could be heard but a slight hissing of something from the deformed vehicle. Steam rose from the upturned truck and a liquid dribbled out, from what looked to be the back, into a small puddle.
Footsteps could be heard faintly, crunching glass beneath their feet as they advanced towars the truck. There was no sign of anyone conscious in the vehichle, no heavy breathing, no panicked screaming, no attempt to get out. Whoever was in there was either unconscious or dead.
The footsteps got louder as it got towards the car, taking less care to not stand on the glass. As the person took another step forward they moved into the light of the moon. From the way he stood you could tell nothing of who they were, other than that it was a man. An extremely muscled but dark, mysterious looking man. Dressed from head to toe in black, he looked to be nothing but a silhouette, or a shadow in the depth of the midnight.
Approaching the wrecked car he sighs, muttering something under his breath. Something about blood. Intoxicated. Hungry. Was this guy drunk? A low chuckle escaped his mouth and he reached out his hands to take a hold of the roof of the car, with one clean movement he'd ripped it straight off, disconnecting it from the truck completely. With a loud clatter he dropped it to the floor beside him before beding down and reaching inside. The seatbelt is ripped in less than a second with just two fingers and a limp bloody body is pulled from the wreck and thrown over his shoulder.
The man takes a deep breath then disappeared. One second he was there the next gone. The disaster left with no trace of anyone there.
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I could hear people talking all around me, but i couldn't work out who they were, or what was being saying. I tried to open my eyes but they felt so heavy. I was so tired, and this bed was so comfy. Wait. Bed? Comfy? Last time I checked I was in my truck...
Things gradually became clearer, I kept catching snippets of what was being said here and there. It seemed to be some sort of argument between two guys.
"What....you thinking?... IDIOT"
"I....hungry....drunk.....smelt good....does it....matter....human?"
"Yes!... animals?..... heartless....do.....have to....kill?"
"....didn't kill.....not....drunk....her!"
"Wait!...She...waking up. Behave!"
"Sure....Whatever."
At this point i managed to open my eyes a little. Squinting at the bright light threatening to blind me I propped myself upon my elbows. A groan escaped my mouth as a pain shot shrough my chest and dizziness overwhelmed me. I collapsed back onto the pillow beneath me and moaned in pain.
"Ouch. I hurt all over. What the hell happened to me? I feel like i've been hit by a ten tonne lorry." I mumble.
I hear two people chuckling and frown. " My pain is amusing to you?"
"Yes. Very much so." I hear one of them say, laughing again at my pain.
"I don't even know who you are, but after that, I dislike you already." I mutter.
"Many people do love. I'm used to it. One person wont make a difference."
" Oh trust me it will. Karma's a bitch, but i'm a bigger one." A couple of second later I recieved no reply and assumed i'd won the argument.
