Chapter 5
It was almost three in the morning yet there was still traffic; insomniacs doing whatever they did at this late hour. It was a beautiful summer night, still warm. He walked three blocks before turning to go down a street less busy, less traveled and regretfully darker than the one he left. He questioned his prudence being unaware of what places to avoid, since what's normally safe during the day is often not at night.
He intended on taking a shortcut when suddenly something swooped down on him almost knocking his baseball cap from his head.
"What the fuck," he said ducking, turning around quickly but seeing and hearing nothing.
He went a few more blocks until he was at the alley. He stopped, listening and peering into the alley's darkness before taking ten cautious silent steps. He thought if he saw anything he'd turn and run.
He was about halfway through when suddenly someone stepped out of one of the darkened doorways on his right causing his exclamation of surprise, being startled. And then another assailant wearing a black motorcycle jacket appeared suddenly from the shadows on his left.
Fearfully Demetri began backpedaling keeping the two of them in sight and at a distance. He was about to turn to run when suddenly and unexpectedly he bumped into someone. He felt what he thought was a gun to his back when suddenly all three of them quickly converged on him demanding his wallet.
Apparently he paused too long and before he knew it he'd been hit and kicked several times, finding himself lying face down on the ground. One of them practically ripped his pocket off his pants when taking his wallet.
"Waste him," he heard one of them say. In shock and disbelief in what they intended he rolled to his side looking up at them in an attempt to plead for his life. He'll never forget the expression on their faces as he saw them looking down the alley. Their alarm showed clearly in their faces. When he looked in the direction they were looking he saw it too...
Lurking in the shadows with glowing eyes, it sounded unlike anything he ever heard. Suddenly and with what's best described as an angry growl from hell, it traversed the distance at lightning speed, bounding off one wall before the other with the speed of a hawk. It was more like something seen in a movie than in real life. He heard two loud echoing shots being fired. The bullets hit and ricocheted off the dumpster at the far end of the alley with a ping and a thud.
What he saw next happened so fast it seemed unreal. It was the most violent and gruesome thing imaginable. The creature took two or three swipes at the gunmen's neck when blood and chunks of flesh were flying off in all directions. The gunman was still standing with the look of shock in his eyes though he was probably already dead. He toppled lifelessly to the ground like a mannequin. The only thing preventing his head from falling off and rolling away was it was still precariously attached to his spinal cord by some vertebrae.
The thug with a knife ambled backwards against the other wall dropping it, looking at the creature in shock. Before he knew it he was on his back when the creature put a foot on his neck reaching into his throat, ripping his tongue out before throwing it to the ground with a disgusting splat.
The third assailant, the one with the motorcycle jacket was running for his life. He just turned the corner at the end of the alley when in the blink of an eye the creature closed the distance on him. Unheeded pleas for mercy were heard before a brief scuffle and then, there was silence...
Except for the gurgling sounds coming from the throat of the thug who had his tongue ripped out. Lucky for him he turned to his stomach before passing out. By doing so he probably saved himself from drowning in his own blood.
Demetri lay trembling not believing what happened and what he saw. Though it seemed real enough his brain was yet to comprehend. After awhile he got to his feet picking up his wallet. He clutched it tightly with shaking hand; walking backwards out of the alley.
Chapter 6
His hand was still shaking when he tried getting the key in the lock. Eventually entering his apartment he sat in the dark at his chess-set, not knowing for how long when unexpectedly he knocked the king over. He watched in fascination as it rolled back and forth before stopping, unmoving and lifeless when he recalled the adage:
After the game the king and the pawns are returned to the same box.
It was hot. He opened all the windows making his way to his bedroom. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling, trying to erase the visions from his memory. Not being able, he undressed. He walked around the room naked not knowing what to do. When the absurdity of his restlessness hit home he laid down again. Placing two pillows under his head, he stared at the ceiling before closing his eyes. He waited to feel the cooler night air on him, hoping the sensation would be enough to distract him.
He tried counting sheep but every time they jumped the fence, they were decapitated by the creature in the alley. When he finally got to the point of relaxation he heard some sort of singing coming from somewhere. It sounded more like a melodic incantation. At first he thought it was coming from outside until it grew louder, drawing near. He was petrified when he felt a presence, knowing someone or something was in the apartment with him. Of course it scared him given the circumstances. All he needed was a flash of lightning when he'd lose it for sure. He was on the verge of panic when suddenly the singing became a lullaby of serenity. Though it was sung in an unknown language, he knew he'd heard it before.
He lifted his head so he could look down the narrow hallway to the living room. Though it was dark he saw a shadowy figure appearing at the end of the hallway, moving towards him slowly until he recognized who it was.