parts of the town. Spotlights shining down in increments along the footpaths
lining the closed-up shopfronts. Faded striped awnings poke out from underneath
the gutters running along the roofs. On the ground, leather soles remain quiet
above the stones as the shadows hide his features, moving between the lights
echo against the walls, signalling each movement and motion as she glances over
her shoulder. Her high cheek bones and slender nose flashing golden every few
steps. His body stops and slithers backwards behind a corner. His nose in line
with the edge of the brick, one eye focused on her silhouette as she turns down
shoulders and looking down the end of the street he turns and heads the
opposite way. Clicks fade from his ears, but his shoulders set with confidence
as he winds through the labyrinth between buildings. Shadows and dark spaces
greet his movements, attempting to confuse his inner compass, but they are no
match as clicks begin to grow closer.
angling his head, pointing his ear towards the sounds, his pad-like shoes halt.
Two deep breaths matching his shifting pupils, he turns slightly, easing into a
toe-tipped gait between web-slicked walls. Skittering taps rush from his path,
small blurs dashing in multiple directions. Low lighting hindering his vision
of specie. Reaching the end, the lampposts coming into focus, hidden in shadows
he watches as she emerges a few shops down the main path. Her head moves back
and forth, her arms cocooning her frame, steps quickening to start the descent
to the housing region.
lengthening into yards, awnings fading to fences, lights shining through sheer
curtains chasing away shadows and blind spots. Chest moving at a sudden rate,
his gaze roams over the remaining town. Ducking back into the alley, his steps
no longer smooth and slick, he rushes through the back connections shooting
towards the growing lights, his pace quickening at the onslaught of heels
against the stones adjacent to his.
Attempting to mask
his presence once more, longer, lighter strides place him at the alley before
the road opens to his loss of entertainment. He pauses. Her steps grow
hesitant, worry lacing the irregular breaths leaving her racing body. With one
last glance toward the lights, he steps forward, twisting to meet her with a
sinister smile pulling his marred lips.
a halt, her eyes wide as her lips open to scream. Fingers wrapped in black
leather race for her mouth restricting her cry and force her eyes to close.
Fear slipping from her form as she falls into his frame, his eyes alight with
another successful night.
Jess Boaden is an aspiring editor who loves to dabble in
writing, specifically all things dark and gruesome. Jess has a Bachelor of Arts
degree, specialising in creative writing and has worked with multiple authors
as a beta reader and junior developmental editor in the YA fantasy genre. Jess
is an avid reader of all books but loves to sit down with a good fantasy or
dark romance. Currently, she resides in Canberra, Australia with her partner
and bunny Sven.