The beat of pounding feet and thumping bass to the music drowned out nearly every sound around the dance club. A gun shot could go off and no one would hear it, not even if it fired just outside the back door. This was rather convenient for the figure in the hooded sweatshirt, who was holding a smoking gun aimed at the only other figure in the back alleyway. The darkness that comes with being past eleven at night shrouded the figure who had just been shot. The only light that could even possibly let anyone differentiate between two shadows and the ground, was the brilliant half moon that shone above. Stars speckling the sky sparsely were hardly any help at all.
The glint of the metal on the gun flashed briefly as it fell down to the concrete earth, causing a clang no one could hear. Now it rested beside the tipped over metal trash cans, among the scattered trash on the Graffiti marked alleyway, as its owner made a mad dash through the brick maze. After a particularly sharp turn, the music now only in the background and no longer deafening though the silence was cut by his heavy breathing, he fell to his knees at the feet of a shadowed figure. Mouth open in a scream that never quite made it past his throat, his eyes wide and reflecting the dim light of the moon, facing what seemed to be death itself looming before him.
The run had caused his hood to fly off his head, revealing a black Mohawk ruffled from both wind and fabric. His dark grey fur could barely be made out in the gloom, but his pale wormy tail was a clear giveaway that he was a rat. Time seemed invalid in this moment, as it took him who knows how long before he could finally make the act of speech.
“Please… don’t hurt me… I beg you! I have a son! He needs me!” his voice cracked by the end of his plea, but it seemed to fall upon deaf ears, as if their sense of hearing was still back at the night club. A lone stray cloud blotched out the little light the moon gave, which seemed to only intensify the ominous silence. Then, like a striking cobra, a hand shot out through the darkness, clutching the rat’s throat between its clawed grip.
“You’ve threatened my club,” the figure spoke, its voice lowly threatening and unnatural, “you shot me straight in the heart. Were I mortal… you’d have committed murder. What,pray tell, does you son need of this?”
At this dismissal of the rat’s only reasons to plead for his life, he scrambled to try to get away, to pry the vice-grip of a hand at his throat and breath in the much needed oxygen. Words attempted to bubble to the surface, but only succeeded in making him looking like a child. The figure grinned widely in the dark, their glowing eyes the only thing visible in the shadows.
“What’s the matter rat? The gang not train you for this? For what you all do to “survive”, it’s a wonder why any child looks up to you.” The figure’s voice darkened at the last sentence, seemingly to hold more meaning in those words. But the rat couldn’t ponder on this for long, for in one swift moment, the figure’s jaws were around his sensitive throat, the hand now gripping his shoulder painfully. Were he able, he’d have screamed his lungs out, but he could not, therefore his eyes showed all the horror.
Blood welled up to meet the figure’s sharp fangs, which they gladly licked up. His gasps were the only break between the sickening sound of his blood being devoured. People danced in the club, the music roared, the bartenders grinned, the customers shouted their fun, and no one noticed the death of a gang member in the back alley.
The run had caused his hood to fly off his head, revealing a black Mohawk ruffled from both wind and fabric. His dark grey fur could barely be made out in the gloom, but his pale wormy tail was a clear giveaway that he was a rat. Time seemed invalid in this moment, as it took him who knows how long before he could finally make the act of speech.
“Please… don’t hurt me… I beg you! I have a son! He needs me!” his voice cracked by the end of his plea, but it seemed to fall upon deaf ears, as if their sense of hearing was still back at the night club. A lone stray cloud blotched out the little light the moon gave, which seemed to only intensify the ominous silence. Then, like a striking cobra, a hand shot out through the darkness, clutching the rat’s throat between its clawed grip.
“You’ve threatened my club,” the figure spoke, its voice lowly threatening and unnatural, “you shot me straight in the heart. Were I mortal… you’d have committed murder. What,pray tell, does you son need of this?”
At this dismissal of the rat’s only reasons to plead for his life, he scrambled to try to get away, to pry the vice-grip of a hand at his throat and breath in the much needed oxygen. Words attempted to bubble to the surface, but only succeeded in making him looking like a child. The figure grinned widely in the dark, their glowing eyes the only thing visible in the shadows.
“What’s the matter rat? The gang not train you for this? For what you all do to “survive”, it’s a wonder why any child looks up to you.” The figure’s voice darkened at the last sentence, seemingly to hold more meaning in those words. But the rat couldn’t ponder on this for long, for in one swift moment, the figure’s jaws were around his sensitive throat, the hand now gripping his shoulder painfully. Were he able, he’d have screamed his lungs out, but he could not, therefore his eyes showed all the horror.
Blood welled up to meet the figure’s sharp fangs, which they gladly licked up. His gasps were the only break between the sickening sound of his blood being devoured. People danced in the club, the music roared, the bartenders grinned, the customers shouted their fun, and no one noticed the death of a gang member in the back alley.
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AC: This is the beginning of my original story: Night's Haven staring Night the Black Cat. Truthfully this is the second time I've written this, but the first draft I felt needed improvement, so this is the improved version. I'll add the other chapters as they are written, but if you care to learn more about the characters and where they live, then I suggest visiting my tumblr created specifically for this: Night's Haven
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