My Dark Angel

Bandaged Sanity

Turning my gaze from the wall, I took in the atmosphere that surrounded by body. The entire area resembled a dark city street, garbage bins overflowing and flies overhead. Even the floor was designed like a street, sidewalks, and crossings. As I walked, I managed to find graffiti and torn posters, news articles about a murder. The reports made me shudder, and I hardly noticed the chalk outline of a person on the floor. My breath refused to enter or leave my body as I stepped back, staring down at it.
"This isn't a dream," I said to myself. "I... this must be a television set that I found. That must be it," I assured myself.
Walking over the outline, I continued down the narrow alley ways. I had thought I was inside, so I must still be. It wouldn't make sense.
"It doesn't make sense," I muttered briskly, turning down the narrow spaces.
The space seemed endless as I walked past run down buildings in the dim and golden light.
My exhaustion soon got the better of me, and I found it hard to focus. Sleep still weighed down my mind, and I could hardly tell what I was doing. Not even when a black boot kicked boards in front of me. I fell backwards from the force and sudden turn of events.
My ears were pierced by a loud laughter, and I could feel my heart skipping beats. Warm breath tickled my face as my eyes remained closed. I opened them, lifting my head to find a white face inches from mine. Bandages covered his entire face as black hair hung out of his blood-stained hood. The bandages moved with his lips, curving into a large grin that held white teeth.
"Well well," he said, voice high and taunting. "What do we have here?"
I didn't move as he took a step even closer, his left foot placed between my legs as he leaned down.
"I get to see what you're like," his voice dropped drastically. The tone began to swing as he remained high on anticipation. "So... get up and run. Before I kill you."
My heart beat quickly in my chest, but fatigue still prevailed. I only felt my eyelids droop, movements heavy, and I had no drive to me.
"You gotta be kidding me," he muttered in what must have been his usual tone. "Why the fuck won't you get up?"
"I... I can't do it."
"Tch," he recoiled, standing to tower over me. "Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Yes," I stared up at him.
A grin sliced across his darkened face, and he gave a small laugh. "Hn," he chuckled. "Maybe five, or seven...?" He snickered. "Nah... I've got no idea." His eyes gleamed down at me, the golden eye shining through the dark. "I'll give you three seconds to run."
I stared up at him, not moving. "Wha...?"
"I want you to plead for me to spare you. Make it worth my while!" He spoke shrilly. "There's nothing more enternaining... nothing that gets me excited... more than seeing the fear on someone's  face as they know they're gonna die." His eye gleamed devilishly. "And then I kill them."
I almost nodded off. "I'm too tired... please... let me go."
He stared down at me, smile gone in an instant. "... are you fucking serious?" He twitched. "You're tired?! What the fuck!" He let out a growl. "Killing you like this would be so damn boring!"
Silence fell upon us, and he gave  me a long stare.
"... fine." He hissed. "Then... GET. OUT."
With those words said, his face was then inches from mine.
And he was pissed.