Fear:
An unpleasant emotion that courses through the nerves of your brain caused by the apparent threat of danger, pain, or harm.
Everyone has a fear. Fear of the dark, Fear of heights, fear of change, fear of stopping, and the list never ends. Some...
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He sat there on his stool doing his job yawning a couple of times as fatigue started to hit him. After all, it was one in the morning. He would occasionally switch his cellphone which lit up his dark surroundings adding some glow to his face; see some cat videos on his favorite app, Youtube. But right now, his legs were starting to get sore as his derriere was placed flat against the rusted metal stool and the only solution for it was moving.
He stood up holding his baton in his right hand dusting off the dust from his blue trousers with his left. It was pitch black. He reached for his torch stuck on his belt which was set on his waist under his paunch pushing against the buttons of his shirt. After doing so he walked around the opening of the alley, the torch leading the way for him.
Another yawn. It was only his second night patrolling.
If his family didn't desperately need the money he would have never agreed to do this. He cussed at the thought of his colleagues sleeping soundly at home with a blanket hovering their body on this exceptionally cold night or morning, he lost track at this point. The fact that the streetlights weren't switched on didn't help either all he wanted to do was sleep. The yellow barricade tape reflected the torch's light as he walked beside and turned around on his feet.
He was making his way back to his beloved stool as his torch danced in his hand, drawing imaginary shapes on the wall adjacent to his stool. He kept his eyes close for some time trying to relax and find some activity to do for his enjoyment to entertain him through the night.
He slowly opened his eyes to look ahead when he was greeted by a black hooded figure standing against the wall. His foot rested against the wall to support his fit physique while his hands were busy playing with the blade of a knife as small as the spam of his hand.
"Who is it?!" he yelled. The officer's head poked out in an attempt to look closer, his eyes squinting soon he realized that the figure was that of a young man. He felt his body relax at that thought. A kid.
"Go home kiddo, knives are not something to play with, you might cut yourself," he said as he walked towards the stool carelessly his eyes on the ground, this time he was replied with a deep chuckle. He looked up surprised "What's so funny? Do you want me to call your parents?" asked the officer as he started to lose his patience.
"They're dead" he declared emotionlessly, the officer could hear a smile off his lips. The torch found its way up to the stranger's face. There was a smirk on his face. Not any smirk. Not the one you usually see on pretty boys as they decide to be mischievous. The smirk on his face was sinister, it sent a shiver down his spine.
"Do you wanna know who killed them?" the officer felt the hair on his arms stand as the figure continued to speak. "Oh, wait a second, it was me" another chuckle, he shrugged with the knife now in his left hand. That was all the officer needed to know.
"You're him" the officer's breath quickened. His heart rummaging against his chest. He was terrified. Whatever breaths were taken was not enough to calm his shivering body.He could feel his blood pump through his veins as they rushed to supply blood to his shivering parts.
"You know me? I am quite a celebrity ain't I?" He said as he trod towards the trembling man who was struggling to maintain his balance. His steps as slow as they can be. His eyes set on his prize. The officer's hand roughly patted his breast pocket as he tried to grab his intercom to inform the others.
He heard a snicker, "I wouldn't do that if I was you, you see I am gonna kill you anyway" The officer's breath came to a halt as the figure declared that nonchalantly. "Now, I was gonna take my sweet time give you a few extra minutes to live but if you call them I would have to do it much faster so, you choose fast or slow?" he walked towards the man in the uniform whose torch started to flicker. His smirk still pasted against his mouth. The officer hit the torch with his palm. He felt sweat forming on his forehead as he desperately hit the torch another time. The officer's eyes filled with tears at his unfortunate fate.
"Tch Tch Tch what a shame, they didn't even give you a good torch, huh?" the smirk on his face widens. His predator movement apparent.
The light went off.
The officer ran to reach the wall so he could put his back against it. His legs quivering as he ran with all his might. When he felt his back touch his wall, he sighed in slight relief.
He wanted to beg. Beg for his life, for anything so that he could live. Anything. He wanted words like 'please' or 'I beg' to beg out of his mouth. But he couldn't, his voice couldn't reach outside his mind. His throat was clogged with his incoherent words. Tears filling his eyes yet not one fell down his cheek. Disappointed at his own desperate form.
He continued hitting the torch with his palm which were now a throbbing red mess. But he didn't stop. His vision was the only thing he thought would protect him from his inevitable fate.
Another hit and the light was back on. He sighed with his shaky breath. He moved the torch up.
But then suddenly,
"Boo."
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