This is the Sequel to Fight for the Greater Good. If you fancy it check that story out first, though this should still stand on it's own.
Cheers
'Shuddup Buck!' the man glared at his friend while leaning against a waste bin for support.
'Relax.' Buck replied between hiccups. 'Ya'know what your hic what your problem is, Ty?' Buck pointed vaguely in Ty's direction.
'And what, would that…!' Ty lost his grip on the bin and fell to his knees. After several moment the pair both burst out laughing.
'Shh. Shhhhh.' Ty managed to get out while giggling. 'We need to be quiet. Can't be waking your wife up!'
'It'll hic It'll be fine.' Buck replied still tittering 'I'm like a fox! She won't hear me!'
'Yeah, well you have been trying to unlock your door for ages.' Ty looked back up at his friend. Buck looked back at the door he had been trying to unlock, his key dropped on the floor beside him.
'I must be really drunk!' Buck giggled again. 'Cause I have just realised! hic'
'What's that? Ty replied.
'This ain't my house!' The pair burst out laughing again. 'I don't hic I don't live in an alleyway!' the laughter continued.
'Hey. Hey Buck?' Ty slurred. 'Why do have that smoke round your leg?'
'Wha?' Buck looked down, waiting for his legs to come into focus as he swayed. Finally he saw the thick black smoke creeping up his body, swirling from the deep shadows of the alley.
'Would you look at that? I hic I'm magic!' Buck said before laughing again. The shadow moving up across his waist and up his back, his bottom half now completely obscured by the swirling vapors.
The smoke continued to envelop him, Ty still laughing. Buck began to realise something was wrong, the fear sobering him.
'Ty? Tyler! This ain't right man!' as the smoke reached his neck. His friend laughing too much to notice his distress.
'Y'know what I love about you Buck!' Tyler looked up. 'Buck?'
Buck was gone. Ty looked around the alley way in drunken delusion. His eye final came to rest on a figure that was emerged from the shadows.
'Buck?' He dribble slightly as he spoke. 'Buck you scared me there man.' He wiped the dribble away with his sleeve.
The figure stepped closer, Ty noticing it wasn't his friend. The man was covered in thick brown robes, made from tattered rough material. His face obscured by a voluminous hood, just the bottom of his alabaster white chin visible.
'Where is Buck?' Ty asked standing clumsily.
The figure slowly raised his hands, thin bony hands. The same alabaster skin appeared cracked and dusty, showing his emaciated muscles between the cracks in the flesh. He pulled his hood down, revealing his face. He was gaunt, with sharp features the cracked skin continued on his face.
'Oi! I asked you a question!' Ty raised as threatening a fist as he could manage in his inebriated condition.
The figure gestured behind him, Ty could just make out a form squirming in the shadows.
'What have you done to him? Buck! You okay?'
The figure finally spoke. 'He is mine! And so are you!'
The surrounding streets echoed to Ty's scream as the figure lunged towards him.