There she went; the red headed beast. How could she move like that without
the surrounding air feeling her presence? Her already phenomenal grace was
enhanced by her red hair and pale skin. Already at contrast with those
around her, this would be simpler than he thought it would be.
"Good evening." She stopped and turned to look at him, her eyes wide, at the sound of his voice. Finally seeing him for the first time out of the corner of her eye before he steps back into shadows, she follows; she knows that voice.
"Hello?" Her steps falter now as she is unsure of quite what to expect. She knows, somehow, that the owner of the voice needs her; she continues on. He can see her eyes scan where he was a moment ago but he stays to the shadows of the alley as she walks past him, seeking someone from her past. As she passed him completely, heading down toward the turn at the end of the alley, he sees her questioning look as the motion comes from behind her and to her right. The thin, razor sharp, knife blade gleams in the light from down the alley momentarily before it slashes into her back. She falls with a scream of surprise and pain as the man wielding it steps into the light.
"Hello, Dearest. Did you miss me?"
"Who are you?" She's crawling backward now, trying futilely to get away from the now dripping blade. He slashes at her again, marking her forehead in scarlet as she screams again.
"You know who I am, Dearest. I see you everyday; have for years. I see you when no-one knows how bad it can be for you. You must have seen me a thousand times standing in the background of your life. You can't do that and never notice the man who is always there for you." She thinks she's crawled far enough away to try and roll onto her side and then tries to stand up and run. He steps forward with his left and plants his right foot on her back, shoving her forward and into the corner of the dumpster on the left side of the alley, she falls to the ground hitting her head again. With not even a whimper she is suddenly unconscious and bleeding. He stands over her smiling for a minute before pulling out his phone to make a quick call and then waves his hand over his face. As the ripple that passes out of his hand touches him, the voice and visage of Oz the werewolf abomination are gone from his face and hands and his smile turns to one of relief.
"Thought that would never end." His comment is directed to the shadowy figure coming from around the corner of the Alley. Without a word the other man moves to help pick up the unconscious red head, careful not to get any blood on him, as they move her further down the alleyway and through a nondescript door before heading down the stairs and into the first of a system of brightly lit tunnels below the sewers, the door closing behind them with a groan.
"Good evening." She stopped and turned to look at him, her eyes wide, at the sound of his voice. Finally seeing him for the first time out of the corner of her eye before he steps back into shadows, she follows; she knows that voice.
"Hello?" Her steps falter now as she is unsure of quite what to expect. She knows, somehow, that the owner of the voice needs her; she continues on. He can see her eyes scan where he was a moment ago but he stays to the shadows of the alley as she walks past him, seeking someone from her past. As she passed him completely, heading down toward the turn at the end of the alley, he sees her questioning look as the motion comes from behind her and to her right. The thin, razor sharp, knife blade gleams in the light from down the alley momentarily before it slashes into her back. She falls with a scream of surprise and pain as the man wielding it steps into the light.
"Hello, Dearest. Did you miss me?"
"Who are you?" She's crawling backward now, trying futilely to get away from the now dripping blade. He slashes at her again, marking her forehead in scarlet as she screams again.
"You know who I am, Dearest. I see you everyday; have for years. I see you when no-one knows how bad it can be for you. You must have seen me a thousand times standing in the background of your life. You can't do that and never notice the man who is always there for you." She thinks she's crawled far enough away to try and roll onto her side and then tries to stand up and run. He steps forward with his left and plants his right foot on her back, shoving her forward and into the corner of the dumpster on the left side of the alley, she falls to the ground hitting her head again. With not even a whimper she is suddenly unconscious and bleeding. He stands over her smiling for a minute before pulling out his phone to make a quick call and then waves his hand over his face. As the ripple that passes out of his hand touches him, the voice and visage of Oz the werewolf abomination are gone from his face and hands and his smile turns to one of relief.
"Thought that would never end." His comment is directed to the shadowy figure coming from around the corner of the Alley. Without a word the other man moves to help pick up the unconscious red head, careful not to get any blood on him, as they move her further down the alleyway and through a nondescript door before heading down the stairs and into the first of a system of brightly lit tunnels below the sewers, the door closing behind them with a groan.