Bacon Bits

A young girl sat on a rickety old stool next to a half open window at some two-bit restraint. The place was called "Tom's café" or something stupid like that. She couldn't remember. It was a regular hole in the wall place, but it was cheap. And it was safe. Considering this was the side of town nobody wanted to be on without packing heat. Yet this place suited her just fine. She hated uptown. To many cops. This once was a pretty good place until that Irons guy took over office. Then this crapy city just went down hill.

Billy took the last bit of the pancake and rolled it around in a puddle of syrup until it was a soppy mess. She plopped it in her mouth and chewed nosily before washing it down with a big gulp of sweetened coffee. A faint noise hit her ears. Billy grumbled. She had only been hear sixteen minutes and already that old banged up juice box screwed up three times. It's amazing the owner even got it too work the second time with the way it looks.

She took one last sip of her coffee before signaling the waiter that she was done and wanted her check. When the waiter came over she grabbed it out of her hands- not bothering to look at them- and automatically laid down a twenty. She didn't bother to look at the price. That should have been plenty including a nice tip.

Billy shoved the glass doors open and stepped out. The warm night air brushed against her cheeks. Then the noise started up again. Billy frowned. She pushed the café door open again and was greeted with the soft melody of some random song playing on the juice box. Letting go of the door she heard it click softly shut.

Now that Billy thought about it when first heard the noise a minute or two ago she could vaguely remember hearing music coming from the background. In fact it was playing Burning Ring Of Fire from "house of the rising sun". A song that she particularly liked; But then where was the sound coming from? Her brow scrunched up, as she seemed to debate about it in her mind. Finally Billy mentally shrugged. Why did she care anyway. It could have been any number of things in that place. God knows how many things that building has wrong with it. She was out now anyways, so purple flying chipmunks could come down in rainbow colored parachutes and nuke the place for all she cared. Still there was just something about that sound that felt, how would you put it… disturbing.

Billy shuttered a second then shook the feeling off. She grabbed her skateboard, which she left laying against the side of the café building, and began to head home. One by one cars flew down the street as Billy rolled down the sidewalk. It might as well be considered suicide to cross hear. Of course there are a lot of ways to get yourself killed in the city if you're not on your toes. And some of them you didn't necessarily have to do anything.

'At least that's one perk about this city,' she though grimly ', if you name it you can get killed by it.'

Then that high-pitched noise range out again, but this time it sounded louder. As if it was getting closer. It sounded more like some bizarre screech if anything, but it didn't sound like any bird she knew.

Nervously Billy glanced back, only to be met with the blinding headlights of passing cars. Hastily she slammed her foot down and pushed forward, giving her board a new burst of speed. She didn't know if something was following her but she didn't want to find out. Suddenly she felt a tight pull around her stomach and was jerked upward into the air. Billy gasped as force of gravity pushed her down and the unseen force yanked her up. In a blur of confusion she saw the ground under her grow more and more distant; swirling with dark colors and mixing in with the bright lights of cars and street lamps. With a huff she was tossed in the air. Her head connected with something hard and she let out a soft yelp. Billy felt herself role once before skidding to a halt and lying on a concrete surface motionless.

After a few what seemed like an eternity she began to push herself up on trembling arms. Billy groaned as the pain finally caught up with her and slumped back down. There was a soft clatter of feet as something came closer to her. Weakly Billy looked up, only to wish she hadn't. Not an inch from her face where large sparkling ivory teeth. Silver saliva rolled down from its spotted pale gums to the ends of its razor sharp canines. Its body was a pinkish fleshy mass, which seemed to be exposed muscles and meat. A swollen wrinkled bulge lay on the top of its head. It was a mix of bright red dotted with gray and had bluish colored lines running through it. The eyes seemed to be missing. It had three long claws on every foot and stud on all fours, arched like a big cat. Yet had a strange humanish bodily form. Like someone had ripped the skin off or turned it inside out.

The thing hissed, its breath smelling of rotten meat, and opened its jaws to let a thick rounded tongue slither out. Billy's eyes widened when continued to extend until it could easily wrap around her body four or five times. She whimpered when the bottom of its tongue scraped her hand-almost teasingly- and left a small trail of spit.

Frozen with fear Billy stared as its tongue slowly recoiled back into its mouth. It was playing with her. Bullying her just as a cat would do with a mouse before it ate it. Before she realized what she was doing Billy was on her feet and sprinting at top speed away from the thing. Her heart pounded and drove her legs faster as she heard the screeching of claws as they scraped against the concrete.

Billy skirted to a stop when she nearly fell off the side and into roaring traffic below. She was on a building. That fucking thing hauled all the way up to the roof! Behind her the screeching had stopped, replaced with a low clicking. At this time seemed to slow. It was ether jumping and becoming a red stain on the pavement, or turn around and face the rows of sharp dripping teeth that awaited her. Billy threw a glance back before diving off the edge.

Billy heard a loud shriek and felt something sharp dig into her side. Suddenly a body force collided with hers and she felt something snag the back of her shirt. It thrashed her around in mid air like she was nothing but a chew toy. There was a ripping sound and Billy was flung to the side. There was a crack as her shoulder connected with something. The next thing Billy knew she was laying on something cool and smooth. A loud noise blared in her ear. She ignored it and tried to go back to sleep.

A sharp pain went threw her left arm when she twitched a little. Billy shot up and clutched her shoulder tightly but only succeeded in increasing the pain. Still she grasped it in her hand as if they where glued together.

Weakly Billy looked around. To her right there was a bared staircase leading down and the whole place was surrounded by a protective railing. That must have been what she hit. Billy glanced down and could see the brown sidewalk from between the cracks in the bars. This must be some old fire escape. She winced when another flash of pain shot up her arm.

There was another loud blaring noise and looked over to see that weird animal laying in the middle of the road. A line up of cars behind it. Its body twitched as its tongue fell out of its open jaws. Billy chuckled a little but immediately regretted it when her arm throbbed.