In the Dark Alley **INCOMPLETE**

I Miss Alice

Bronwyn

Year: 1127

   I walk through the town square where pestilence and rot fester in the alleys. The miserable and dirty whores attempting to look appealing to men with lust clouded eyes and mind. The dirt and grime in the cobblestone makes me want to never touch the ground. None of that matters now. It used to be slightly bearable to walk through these dirty lamp lit streets, when I had her by my side. She was the only pure thing is these misérable streets. I would strike my gut with a blade but alas, it can't be. My mind drawls thoughts of death, it brings a sense of le réconfort. But not quite, so I walk through these grimy streets. In hopes of dropping dead where I stand. I don't think I even ate since she died. Father hasn't spoke to me since her head was at the guillotine. Just thinking about it sheds unnecessary tears.

    Alice....my Alice.....gone. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of obnoxious of a couple fucking. Most likely a disgusting whore and some old, wealthy merchant. Something feels off.....her moaning seem to be less of pleasure and more of....pain. I shake off the thought continuing to walk towards the alley the moaning was coming from. Just as I was mere meters away, a short lived scream of the woman shrilled through the streets until being quickly muffled.

    I stopped dead in my tracks. Too scared to move, I revert into my mind. I contemplate on what to do in this situation confronted with me. My mind is too slow to truly care. All I see is Alice's blood stained in my mind. In a state of dazed thinking I peer over the wall. I see a man over the whore, her stare blank and empty as she looks in my direction with her mouth gaping open. The man, whom I couldn't see much of, was over her and had a velvet cape on. Royalty. The word echoed through my mind and I look back at the woman. Where the man's head was resting there was dark red blood oozing and spilling on her collar and neck. I stood in utter disgust of what this implied. The man abruptly stops and turned his head towards me and shot me a glare. His blood covered chin held an inhuman smirk. He had horns on his temple, his eyes....those eyes were a glowing red.

   I caught myself staring and his voice cut through the deafening silence "Oh chéri. I can hear your heart racing." He whispers in a mocking sing song voice and a heavy foreign accent that I couldn't identify. The mysteriousness of everything.

It was terrifying.

"W-who are you." My stammering wouldn't help me. But I couldn't help it.

"Aww you are scared." Just then i felt a fast breeze and in an instant pinned me against the wall. My breath hitched. How did he do that?

This was the only thought in my mind.

   "I see you are in l' effet de la surprise towards my.... accelerated pace. All will be explained if you first answer my question." I was mildly taken aback but I could care less. In a daze I just nodded in agreement. He smirked "Good. I will give you a simple choice. There is a world you don't know about. And you can either join me. Or die like the whore." He gestured to the bloodied corpse, now with a visible chunk of her flesh torn from her collar. I didn't know how to respond, I was speechless. When I finally found words that I could muster.

"If it's more honorable a death compared to lá putains, I will take it."

David

1950

  I need to stop sobbing. It's getting dark. I need to find mommy. I pray to Jehovah that I find her before it gets to dark. The park looked so scary at night. Catching my self running on about thoughts of demons and Satan emerging from the darkness to claim my mortal soul for their whim and enjoyment. I halt these thoughts, you mustn't let them control you David. I look in the distance, there is a light with someone sitting under it. Maybe they can help me find mommy.