It started with a trip to the movies, A red haired man sitting alone during a showing of Spawn, and one fateful walk home on July 14th, 1997. His name was Zachariah Garcia, not called Zachariah really, but that was the name on his missing poster, he always preferred Zack. At this moment, Zack walked along from the movie theatre, the voices of others leaving slowly fading out as he found himself walking towards his quiet, almost abandoned neighborhood, it seemed it was late as everyone was asleep now. The only sound he heard for the time being was the heavy clanking of his boots. He shivered suddenly, the nights seemed to always be cold where he lived, Zack adjusted his black sweater to offer him more warmth as he walked towards the street where his home was not far off.
Zack passed a lamp post, the light flashing rapidly, in an almost alarming fashion. He paused and stared at it with a frown "when the hell will the repair people fix that?!" He wondered to himself, that one light seemed to be getting worse and worse everyday! It continued its flashing, becoming more rapid. This made Zack a bit uneasy, it reminded him of horror movies. He was about to take a step onwards, planning on forgetting the light and continuing his trek home but then without warning nor sound that it was even approaching, he felt something cold press against his neck.
Zack froze. Heart racing, he tried not to move or shake though that became incredibly difficult the longer nothing continued to happen. His anxiety peaked and he panicked inside his head, wondering who was behind him. Wondering if he should just bolt and run! Wondering if he should turn around and try to punch the fucker in the face!! Zack would do neither of those things, he wouldn't have had the chance to anyway as a wave of electricity coursed through his body at an instant, starting at the base of his neck. All Zack could do was scream in intense pain but not for long as suddenly everything faded and his world turned black.
As Zack fell to the ground, the sound of thumping boots was heard as a figure approached the unconscious body. The unknown kidnapper seemed to blend in the background as all he was dressed in was black. The lamppost flickered upon him, barely revealing his face and hair as he crouched down in front of Zack. He examined the body for a moment, almost questioning himself on why he did this to a person who seemed perfectly innocent, undeserving of the things he could do to him. But then the words "fuck it!" Rang in his head and the thing grinned unsettlingly as he lifted up his victim from his back, getting up and walking away from Zack's neighborhood. He began to disappear from sight as the shadow of the night engulfed him.