Warning: Character Death.
2. Red (185)
In moonlight red looks black.
Artemis looks black all over. The black blends into the black of his suit, the black of his hair, the black of his soul. The pieces of paper beside him look as if the printer leaked black ink all over the text.
Although he's hidden in the shadows of the alley there is a patch of darker shadow all around him.
The cops are coming, but slowly. Because although they must have heard the shot they are paid to have hearing difficulties on occasion, and they aren't paid enough to be quick and alert – it doesn't even cover the medical bills. It's very useful. And it's been useful for Artemis himself before, yet now it's not.
The sirens can be heard in the distance. They scream. But there's no one to hear them, no one except for Artemis. He wants to scream, but can't.
They stop for a doughnut on the way.
They arrive too late.
Artemis doesn't notice.
And all they can see is black - resting, covering, smothering the white of his brow. The night is like that.
