He heard it, he knew he did. The slight patting of footsteps against the cobblestone, the ever so faint rustling of pant legs against skin, quietly drawn breaths of air carefully inhaled then barely exhaled the same way. No one would have been able to hear this, but he could.
He was shocked at that, considering that despite his calm face and composure as he walked at a steady pace he was quaking inside with the mire thought of what happened to be behind him. His hearing was strangely acute even though blood was rushing thru his ears. His breathing calm even if his lungs felt unbearably constricted. The sounds got louder in his ears, the slow and deeply spaced steps became stronger and faster, the rustling of pants became quicker and the breath became steadier.
He was, although once on edge, terrified of the so obvious signs of someone behind him. The light that radiated off of the lampposts along the streets was little help, when he looked down there was no shadow but his own. Apparently this person was smart enough to see that, if standing back far enough yet not too much so, can avoid any light showing their face thus leading it to be impossible to see any form of shadow.
I'm not crazy I'm not crazy he chanted to himself again and again. There is someone there, there is someone there. The chant almost felt comforting.
Almost.
The tension of purely not knowing what was following him was killing him. Part of him wanted to just head for the hills and forget whatever the hell was following him, another wanted to turn around and see this guy that he insisted existed for himself. Quickly, he weighed his options. If he ran then there was a good chance that this thing would follow him and if he turned… well if he turned he would have had to see this thing, whatever the hell it was. It felt like there were cinderblocks on his feet as he forced himself to walk at an easy walk, which seemed like a snail's pace. When he looked at the sky it was probably about eleven thirty, he had been walking for thirty-two minutes and he had been followed for twenty-eight.
This was too much! He couldn't stand it, he
was losing it! Just one look, one peak behind him, just to see what
in God's name was behind him, one God damn look.
He should have
gone with the first option.
When he glanced he could tell it was obvious, his first thoughts were to get a full view of them as apposed to making an obvious peak. When he swung around he almost dropped dead… there was nothing there.
NO! he screamed, and turned on his heel as fast as he could move. He saw you coming! He could tell!! Run, run, RUN! But he was not fast enough.
By the time he had turned all the way around an arm got around his throat and yanked him forward, face first into something warm. He was so frozen in shock that he couldn't move, even with an arm wrapped around his neck, even when another limb reached under his chin and tilted his face up.
However, he did scream when he saw golden eyes and heard a voice that drawled, "Why hello Lavi."