The glow of the moon gently illuminates the worn brick buildings and the clean cut grass. I stare up at the vast, inky black sky; thousands of glistening stars glance down at me. They whisper secrets to me through the leaves on the trees, their breath cold on my cheeks. Absent-mindedly I dig my nails into the old wood of the bench I am resting on. With a quiet sigh of comfort, I close my eyes.
Suddenly, a muted whimper echoes throughout the otherwise silent courtyard, followed by the sound of a body crashing into the dirt. A shadow looms over the stunned victim, brandishing a gun and a vicious snarl. I cannot make out who the attacker is. Quietly I climb off of the bench and blend into the shadows behind it, watching the two figures from my hiding place.
The attacker pulls the trigger, and the victim jolts once then goes still. The shadow bends down to take a pulse, then quickly looks around. Seeming satisfied, it comes towards my bench and leans over.
"Hello," she says, her clear blue eyes turned navy in the darkness. "And you are...?"
I narrow my eyes at her. I can't tell who she is, though the voice is familiar. She obviously doesn't recognize me either.
"Leaving." I stand up and move around the bench. She turns and faces me, her face still muddled by the lack of light. The woman is about five feet six inches, a bit shorter than me. Her hair is pulled up into a tight ponytail, two strands framing her angular face. She doesn't say anything as I walk away. Though just as I am about to disappear around the corner, she speaks up.
"Good night, Meta."
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A/N: For "The Contest For Those We've Left Behind". I know it's ridiculously short, sorry -.- I just needed to get this up so I can be included in the road call. The next chapter should be uploaded soon! Oh, and all characters are humanized, for the sake of continuity.