Lost Souls
It was a dark, cold night in Seattle. Julia Parker was lost in the dark, ominous maze of downtown. She was a petite girl with honey blond hair that reached halfway down her back and had deep green eyes that had specks of hazel. She could feel the bright, full moon mocking her, as she tried to find her way home. She tried to call for help but to no avail. The only answer was the sound of street rats running through the humid, putrid smelling sewer. That is, until she found him.
He was standing against a grim wall, almost blending into the shadows. He was about six feet, eight inches in height. His muscles were a perfect replica of the Statue of David, the moonlight bouncing off his sculpted, alabaster skin. His hair was long and ragged, a black that could rival a starless, moonless, night in the country. His eyes were deep pools of silver that drew you in, drowning you, looking right into his soul.
"Who are you?" asked Julia.
"That is not important. Why are you here?" He asked in a voice like rough velvet.
"I-I-I I got lost." She said stuttering. "Can you help me?"
"It isn't safe here. You must leave. Just turn right and then stay straight and then you will find the city."
"What about you? Am I supposed to just leave you here?" shrieked Julia.
"Yes, that is exactly what you will do. Now go. Run away from here as fast as you can."
"Fine, but on one condition." said Julia.
"What?" he asked, irritation clearly showing on his perfect face.
"Tell me your name."
"No" He said it so coldly that goose bumps sprinkled Julia's skin.
"Give one good reason why you can't." she said sternly.
"Knowing my name is dangerous."
"I don't care. Tell me your name."
"Fine, but after I tell you, you must run away." He said albeit disgruntled. "My name is….
KABANG! As he gasped in pain shockingly scarlet blood began to blossom across his chest. Julia was too shocked to move. As he staggered to the ground he whispered one simple word. "Run."
"I can't just leave you here!" screamed a hysteric Julia.
"Why can't you? You don't even know my name." he whispered.
"Whose fault is that?" Julia asked harshly.
"Damien James McKinley." he stated.
"What?" she asked stumbling over her words.
"My name, you asked my name. You must leave now." By now Damien was shaking uncontrollably from the blood loss. Then with his last breath he whispered "Run." As she looked into his lifeless eyes she did just that. She ran, until she could run no more. For she, like him, was just another lost soul.