Michael had been roaming the streets in the rain for several hours but so far the night had been quiet. The rain had made his normally curly brown hair lie flat over his face, and as he flicked it from in front of his eyes he heard movement in the shadows below him followed by a slow hissing sound.
Looking down into the dimly lit alley he tried to locate the source of the noise, but search as he might nothing was making itself obvious even with his abnormally acute sense of sight, very strange indeed. Crawling slowly head-first down the wall in absolute silence his eyes darted back and forth between the various shades of black that seemed to engulf him more and more as he neared the ground. The closer he got to the ground the more he expected to unearth this strange noise, but as it became clear no such closure would be achieved, every part of his body shivered nervously. Finally his hand came into contact with the wet puddles that covered the concrete surface and he stood; ears and eyes taking note of everything around him. In the distance he could vaguely hear the music coming from the town's nightclub, but his brain ignored it instead focusing only on his surroundings.
He stood with his back against the wall feeling every drop of rain hit his body as if each one was the size of a rock. Although it was impossible to tell, Michael was sweating with nerves, he hated the feeling that came with not knowing, not being in control of what could happen next. As he slid his hand across the bricks he felt something give way behind him and the hissing sound he had heard before. Stepping back into the alley he saw part of the wall sliding away revealing a gaping black hole where the bricks had previously been.
