The rain poured down as the couple ran through the alley. The girl would slow down every once in a while, but he would just pull her along with him. They were both wearing vast amounts of black, the girl had a few patches of purple in a few places, but they were barely noticeable in the rain. A bird-like shadow followed them as they ran, she looked back a few times, he would throw her back into position.
She tripped, he jerked her along, she regained herself. A happy Couple. They soon came to a dead end, and frantically asked themselves what to do. The girl stared at a wall, then slowly raised her hands up into the air. A small spark of swirling purple mist appeared within her palms, and right as she was about to throw these bursts of purple blasts at the wall, a sharp metallic object came crashing into her right hand, cracking the bone.
The boy threw a bright ball of white energy into the dark, and a loud explosion appeared on top the nearby building. The bird that followed them was forced out of hiding, he jumped high into the air only to extend his wings and gracefully fly down in front of the Couple. The creature looked up to reveal he was not a bird, but a man.
The man wore a black rubber suit with a blue hawk-like symbol running across the chest, its wins flowing down his masculine arms. His face was covered with a large black mask that showed only two white eyes glaring at the two. His hair was messy and black as night, with a few strands of hair dangling in front of his face, and he held a small shoulder bah carrying something unknown to the couple. He took a step towards them.
"Clear the path!" shouted the boy in an rough English accent. The girl was quick to obey. She attempted to summon her powers the same way she had before, only to realize that it only put her right hand into a sharp, gearing, pain. She used her left hand to throw many miniature blasts of power into the wall facing her, after seven or eight throws the wall finally collapsed.
The boy held her off the entire time, firing more and more blasts at the "bird". The man finally got close enough to the boy to knock him down. He then pulled out of the bag a rustic old book that brought terror into the eyes of the couple. The man flipped to the bookmarked page, the couple each shooting at him the whole time.
The man dodged each of their bolts as he read.
"Deja'decumbra pedro'kaa Klarion menosabellis." He shouted with a fierce tone. The boy's face was filled with shock, and the girl began a series of tears streaking down her face.
The book thrashed within the bird-mans hands, forcing him to throw it down. It thrashed for a while before opening due to the force of a bright, swirling light. The boy made a dash for the girl, obviously intending to use her as some sort of sacrifice to the book, but it was too late. The boy was dragged along the ground by a force coming from the pages of the powerful book.
The girl extended a hand to rescue him, it was of no help, but he held onto her anyways. She began to tug on her arm, trying to get free of his iron grip, but it was no use. She struggled against him, and his body began to go deeper and deeper into the pages of the book, and only when he was over halfway through, she kicked him off, sending him into the dark pits of the book.
"I'm sorry" she murdered while holding the book, her tears creating a small puddle in the ally. The man allowed her to stay this way for a total of three minutes before snatching the book from her and dragging her through the hole she had previously created in the wall. She thrashed and struggled, trying to kick and punch him, but she only hurt herself.
He handcuffed her to a fairly sturdy pole, and then disappeared into the night. She was amazed at how well he executed that whole strategy without showing a single emotion.
The police arrived shortly afterwards, stepping out of the car with a spring in their step. The short one took out his cigar.
"Well, whadda we got here?" said the arrogant cop, strolling around the girl. "Past yer bedtime ain't it, cutie?" The girl froze with anger.
"Whadda ya in for? Listenin' to yer music to loud, eh squirt?" The two men laughed at the girl, who grew angrier and angrier by the second.
"Aaaaw, look Dan, we made the gurlie saaad."
"Aaaaaaw" they said in annoying unison.
The girl snapped. Forgetting her right hand was injured, she fired a bolt at the cops, only to sharpen her pain, bust out of the handcuffs, and slaughter the two cops into tiny pieces of bloody skin and bones. She looked at them in horror, thinking about what she had done…only to realize she didn't give a crap.
She look off into the night sky, thinking of her lost boyfriend. She began to get teary again, then ran off once she heard the sound of more sirens.
Hocus Pocus, The Psychopathic nut job, was roaming the streets once more.