Jack tried his best to stay in the light as he made his way home. He hadn't realized just how late it was until the sun had retreated behind the distant mountains. At that point it had been too late to do anything about it. It wasn't like he'd never walked home alone before, he'd even done it at night before though never quite so far as this and definitely not in this part of town. There was nothing to be done for it, he had to get home so he pulled the collar of his denim coat up around his throat lowered his head and picked up the pace.
It's amazing how much your senses kick up when its dark. Jack was pretty sure that he couldn't normally smell the dampness in the air so vividly. He wasn't used to being able to hear the supposedly silent padding of cats feet as they walked around him preparing to hunt down their prey. One thing that he was absolutely certain of was he couldn't normally feel eyes on his flesh, not like he could right then. It took a conscious effort not to start spinning around to find the sources.
It was almost enough to stop his heart in place but he couldn't let that happen so he suppressed that dangerous urge to stop and look around and instead lowered his head a bit more and kept walking. He avoided the places where it was the worst, where the pins and needles sensation of being watched changed into a coiled knot in his stomach granting only two choices, flight or fight. Most of those were places where the light didn't shine.
Then he saw her. She was leaning casually up against a brick wall with a cigarette clenched behind her devil red lips. She pretended not to notice him even though he was walking towards her each step a little slower and shorter than the last. Her hair matched her lips, an unnatural shade of red that perfectly off set the black leather micro shorts and matching half jacket that covered more of her arms than her breasts.
There was no way around her, absolutely no way without going back several blocks and looking for another way around and that was unthinkable. They would know he's noticed if he did that and then they'd get him for sure. His only chance was to just keep walking. That was the advice his father gave and his father was never wrong. When you found yourself in a spot like this don't run. Walk damned fast but don't run.
As soon as he was within a few steps of her he picked up his pace hoping to get past the smoking hot smoker before she paid any attention to him. At a distance she'd been striking but up close she was actually stunning. Her skin was the same color and hue as the moonlight contrasting the ruby color of her lips.
Jack didn't mean to stare as he approached her but it was difficult not to. Her shorts were painted on, literally. When he was close enough to make out the details he could tell it was just cleverly painted flesh, the jacket was at least real and it held up a pair of breasts that defied nature and gravity. Jack didn't mean to stare but there was something much more important than not staring. Walking. When he'd gotten face to face with her he'd simply stopped walking.
"Beautiful night out." She commented easily. She pushed away from the wall with one heeled boot and walked toward him blowing a puff of smoke into his face as she examined him. It was too late to run so Jack didn't. He just watched her as she circled him toying with him like a cat would a mouse. He didn't want to show any fear but it was impossible to hold back the shiver that accompanied that thought. The thought of being not prey, but a plaything. It was terrifying enough to think that he could end up as prey but living where he did that was part of the deal. Incredibly low cost of living, high chance of mysterious death. All part of living in Sunridge
