The Cold Blooded
The small motel room was extremely cramped and stuffy. Only a small bed and coffee table were it's furnishings. The night was hot, the humid air almost stifling it's way through the room's only window. The nervous man ran his hand through his jet black hair, beads of sweat running down his slender face. He slowly made his way over to the window and looked out. The brilliance of the city lights were quite visible, the palm trees swaying in the slight breeze, not atypical for Miami.
The man stood in silent musing, finding a fleeting moment of peace in the night's visage. He began to nervously bite his fingernails, when he spotted the red and blue flashing lights spilling onto the pavement. Several police cruisers entered the parking lot, there sirens dancing in glee. The man's eyes widened in fear…they had caught up to him.
In a blind panic he turned to run, when he suddenly trips and crashes into the ground face first. When his eyes open, what greets him terrifies him beyond words. There staring him dead in the face is an overly large iguana. It's reptilian tongue sliding in and out of it's mouth. The man's eyes well up in terror…this is what he had really been running from.
"There's no escape…"
An eerie whisper sounded, seemingly coming from the iguana..
Your introduction to one Alejandro Ocasio. A deranged psychotic, whose fugitive days from the law have now ended. But something else has been stalking Mr. Ocasio, something that has plagued him his entire life. In just a moment, this man will do battle with the scaly stalkers of his nightmares. In just one moment, Mr. Ocasio and you will be thrust into a shadow realm known as…The Twilight Zone.