Clairvoyant

Clairvoyant

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Everything was blurry; I couldn't move, it was like I was watching a movie. It was night time and it looked like I was on the sidewalk beside a flickering street light, the road was cracked and trash was flying around. My eyes acted as the camera, it slowly turned to the left to face a narrow dark alleyway. There was a big trash bin and trash on the ground. Two guys walked into the alleyway; they walked right through me like I wasn't even there. I couldn't see their faces clearly, but one looked oddly familiar, is that Mark? I thought that has to be him. They kept walking until they were near the back of the alleyway, the person that looked like Mark started talking, but it was muffled so I couldn't understand what he said. The other man looked at him and said something back, then the so-called Mark gave him a look and walked ahead of the other guy. The man smiled, watching Mark look around for something, suddenly everything started slowing down, the man pulled out a gun and said something to Mark. Mark turned around with confusion that turned to being terrified. The man smiled broadly and fired the gun. Mark gasped and dropped to his knees, the man laughed menacingly and walked over and kicked Mark on his back. I then heard a muffled scream, and the man looked behind him shocked and ran off.
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