As Michael gazed into the shadows, his heart skipped a beat. There was something there .He searched for any signs of life but found nothing. Yet he remained in the same spot, unmoving. If there was something there, he couldn't let is escape. It had seen him—not that he was doing anything bad.
In fact, he was doing the exact opposite. He had come to stop the power outage. This might be the person—or thing—that had switched it, and he wasn't taking any chances.
Suddenly he noticed something moving in the shadows. No it WAS the shadows.
The shadows were moving.
Michael looked up and all around. There was nothing moving so as to cause the shadow.
Suddenly, the shadow shrunk rapidly until it was a thin line. He followed it with his eyes as it tried to sneak away, heading for the door.
"Stop!" he shouted at it. It caught itself, surprised. Obviously he was the first to notice it. Then a liquid voice poured out.
"Who might you be and how might you come to have such excellent eyes?"
"Who—what are you?" he replied with a question. That voice, it reminded him of someone. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"What do I look like? I'm a shadow!" the voice lost its calming touch and transformed into a fierce snarl.
And then it clicked. Like a combination turning to the perfect number, unlocking your prize. And this time, his prize was knowledge. He knew who that voice belonged to.
It was the girl from lunch! The only person who ever had the courage to yell at him. And here she was, yelling at him again. Besides, how could he ever forget that voice?
Gears turned in Michael's head, rapid as a tornado. "Of course you're a shadow. But that's not all. You're also a girl. A 17-year old girl"
There was a gasp from the shadow.
"That's right. Now you'd better not run off, or I'll blab your secret to the whole school. I can be quite a chatterbox, when I need to."
"What do you speak of?" the voice said, returning to its mesmerizing tone. "I am nothing more than what you see. Now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be. I need nothing of you, and you cannot keep me here. And so, my crazy friend, I bid you farewell." With an inflection on the 'farewell', the shadow started zooming towards the door like a thread being pulled along by some invisible hand. Michael had to stop it, and fast.
"Wait!" he shouted. The shadow hesitated. "You do need something from me. A secret. Knowledge."
"And what might that be?" the voice had returned to its icy state.
Michael took a deep breath then focused all his thought on just outside the front doors. There were the two potted plants to the sides of the glass doors and the bronze sign that lie flat against the off-white walls. Inscribed on it were the words Chicago Power Plant. You can depend on us. He imagined being right in front glass doors so she could peer through and see him…standing there.
One moment he was there, the next moment he wasn't.
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Ooh! Cliffy! I know this was short, but I'm still waiting for more REVIEWS and I'm fixing some stuff up! Thanks bunches!