City of Blood
It all started during a snowy, cold and gloomy Manhattan night, the bustle of festive crowds going about their business, crowds of carol singers sing merrily trying to lighten the mood that the weather had caused and there I stood in the midst of it all in my black leather trench-coat, my long black shoulder length hair falling across my face, my pale complexion starting to feel the pitter patter of the rain as it starts to fall, the pace of the crowds and carol singers start to quicken as we're once again expecting a storm, but instead of quickening my pace, I slow it down, taking my time walking home in the expected storm that will surely follow. I barge myself through the crowds that push past me, trying to get home to there families, but me, I have no need to rush home, surely enough the flash of lightning blinds me momentarily, I stop and listen for the thunder's clap, and it follows through without hesitation, I smile to myself, passers-by looking at me strangely which I'm used to.
I finally reach what a call home, a run down apartment building, barely looking like it could stand another day, I chuckle to myself thinking of waking up one morning looking at the sky, literally, I enter the building and walk up the many flights of stairs as the elevator is out..again, I shake my head in annoyance but continue my journey upwards, after what seems like minutes turned to hours I reach the door to my apartment, sliding my key into the lock I twist and turn my key letting myself in and shut the door quietly behind me, I begin to shake my head, similar in a way that a dog shakes its body then I hang up my trench-coat behind the door and walk towards the settee where I fall back and relax, my eyes slowly drooping, I awake a couple of hours later, unaware that I'd been asleep and stand up before dragging myself to bed where I once again drift off, seconds turn to minutes, minutes to hours when suddenly my front door was pounded on.
I startle awake wondering what the noise is, and it happens once more, heavy-handed knocks on my mahogany door, I manage to take myself to the front door to find my gorgeous neighbor looking frightened, I invite her in, unaware of the events about to follow, my neighbor is a beautiful woman approximately 5ft 5 and 145lbs, neck length brunette hair and striking hazel eyes, she has curves in all the right places, I grin to myself that I have such a beautiful women in my presence, but surely a woman of this stature couldn't have a knock as heavy as what was on my door, then I suddenly became aware of a figure lurking in the corner of the room, before I can make a move I'm struck down at an incredible speed, the figure lurked over me, as if almost studying me, it looks to my neighbor and does what I can almost guess is a smile and speaks in a language I don't understand, They both leave and with that I pass out.
It seems like days have passed when I finally do regain consciousness, I stand and wince as a searing pain shoots through me, I still for a while until I finally switch on the television and quickly go through the news channels, each story making me fall asleep, until I hear about the Manhattan Murders which intrigued me, I suddenly think back to that strange figure that had what seemed like super human strength, just thinking about it makes me wince one more, then I started wondering, why didn't he, she...it kill me when I was laying there unable to do anything, then the only solution I could think of was...maybe, just maybe, it needs me for something.
((To Be Continued))