The star that fell from the sky

Incompatible

"Watch out!"

Hearing a few steps very close to me, I twitched, expecting the worst. My eyes hurried to the root cause of the sound and recognized in fear dark pants and fitting black shoes. 

A shot of adrenaline rushed into my veins and hit me like lightening. Here it comes, what I have expected already, but still I feared the "sting" and I stumbled a few clumsy steps backwards. But the long legs did not slow down and it felt like they even hurried to reach me, when-

A huge briefcase barely missed my left thigh and a surprised cry slipped out of my mouth. A man in suit ran past me, no green apron in sight.

Perplexed and catched my breath. 

Its too early to be scared...yet. 

I murmured an apology, even though it didnt matter for the progress of my dream, but still it slipped.

Distracted I tried to calm my breathing and turned thoughtless into a small side way, when I felt seconds later a small, cold hand on my shoulder. Afterwards I thought about how deceitful my own brain was, to put up a trap like that. But who was able to explain the depth of their own psyche?

"What can I serve you?", the warm, soft voice that invited to speak lingered close to my ear, but pointy fingernails pinched my skin, through my shirt tightly into my skin. I didnt dare to turn my head where I would see her, in her cafe clothes with a smile on her pale skin. 

She shoved me onto the cobblestone, back to the crowded streets, where suddenly all of the lively noises of the city went silent, as if a magic hand quickly erased them. Dazed I touched my side, that I fell on painfully and as I raised my head slowly, the big crowds, which were moving into all directions before, came towards me  in a unsettling slow and rocking pace. 

Their gazes were unnaturally cloudy, as if a huge shadow would cover their eyes. 

Almost ghost-like she stepped out of the small side way, the capricorn tattoo recognizable on her neck, because she had opened the first few buttons of her shirt, just as the orders want it. Her pale face warp into a pesudo-friendly look, that I knew from customer services behind their cashier registers, where you did not have the need to think twice to see that they are not happy with doing their job right now and even less happier with the person right in front of them. And smiling like that, she placed step after step and my pulse raised rapidly with every single one of them, closing the distance between us. 

As she stood in front of me, she kneeled down and looked at me with this glance of detest. "You know what is coming now, don't you?", she asked and extended her finger towards me. 

Silent, I bit my underlip, hoping that I would wake up now. 

But that moment did not come. 

"Now is the time, the criminal pays for his sins-", she screamed with euphoria, her cafe apron fluttering in the wind and I heard a exited whisper going through the crowd. 

"Please, don't-", I moaned anguished and crawled a little bit backwards, but pitilessly she tore violently on my t-shirt, pulling it down so that my tattoo, the one of a ram, was visible to everyone around. 

Then she grabbed my wrist,  brutally opened my clenched fist, by tearing every single finger apart like a voracious crow and then held my palm up in the air. With unimaginable force and with a loud "Pay attention, ladies and gentlemen!!!", she slammed it on her shoulder, her neck, her thigh and with every noisy touch on her pale skin, the outrage in the crowd was heard. 

"An Incompatible touches me, an Incompatible!!", she screamed as if she lost all of her senses and I was not able to get myself free. Her stance was unshakable, her hand like iron, clenched and made to never let go again. 

The crowd came closer and closer, whispering angrily, while I was stuck on her, no matter how much I kicked and shouted, scratched and whined. They closed a circle around us, staring at what took place, making it tighter and tighter, narrowing the space. 

They were so near, that I only saw faces and body parts, which swallowed the view of the street. As the first foot, almost kicked me I heard what our audience was whispering all the time. 

"Execution.", at first it was so quiet, that i thought i misheard it, but then it was repeated, louder this time.