The spot under the bridge wasn't the best. Wasn't the nicest, wasn't the driest. Certainly wasn't the safest. There was no telling what could show up down here. Bugs, rats, people who were high or drunk, not in their right mind. Edym hated it, but he had no where else to go.
He had just curled up, trying to sleep huddled under the only jacket he had. A beat up, ratty blue thing that was three sizes too big. There was a hole in the elbow, and a pocket was missing. Edym loved his ratty blue jacket.
A man came staggering in, and Edym could smell the alcohol from where he was laying. Suddenly, a black shape formed behind the man, and he vanished. Edym screamed, a loud, echoing, terror filled scream. The thing looked at him, bright golden eyes gleaming with a sick intelligence, before sinking into the ground. Edym sat up and moved closer to the wall, kicking his sitar backwards as he did so.
He could hear the thing slithering around, and as he trembled, he could hear more and more joining in. It sounded like a thousand snakes. Slowly, one by one, they started to pop up, caging Edym against the wall. He breathed, they lunged, and the ratty blue coat was turned red.
