If the clouds were nothing but desolate blackness and the sky a coward behind them, they why could I not stop staring at them. Fixating my gaze on the nothingness as if it held the answers to all my inquisitions. They didn’t and I knew this, would you bring your gaze to the creature lurking venomously behind me?

His breath ghosted across my shoulders once again, taunting, teasing, lapping at my fear in order to elicit a beautifully delicious response from me. The hairs on nape of my next were stood to attention, had been since the moment my eyes fell dejectedly onto his shadow, yet I showed no other response. Paralyzed in place, a sudden force field around me whilst the hunter circled his prey.

Do I dare to look at it in the eyes?

I was a foolish human before; I am a foolish human now. The clouds have lost their allure, their dull mysteriousness all but sucked from my senses as he rounds me again, this time my own irises follow him, my predator, my executioner. He wields his invisible axe; his march is to the beat of the death drum, my death drums.

My breath comes in a shallow form, petrified that if my exhales are heard that it will catalyst to my immediate decease. My body is still frozen, shock, but my eyes move as freely as they desire. Unfortunately they desire to take in everything about my slaughterer, from his dust clogged shoes to his midnight eyes. Sinful, it’s sinful for an angel from hell to look as if they have walked the Earth before. With the body of a human but the mind of a killer, they would be less terrifying if they had been the demons from my nightmares, the red skinless canine like creatures, yet they look human. So you cannot trust anyone.

A short, sinister whisper of a chuckle surpasses his lips, the sound resonating across the deadly silent landscape, echoing in my ears as if it were a hundred debacles louder. His fingers brush the barely clothed and grimy skin of my lower back. My breath gets caught in my throat; I can almost hear the smirk that weaves its way recklessly across his demonic face.

“So,” His voice low, velvety, culpable, “what brings such an innocent little thing like you to a corrupt place like this?” He paused before the innocent as if scouring his brain for the correct adjective to describe me but I wasn’t listening. All I could feel was the bile rising from my stomach, the intense craving to run and the disturbing temptation pulling me towards this creature of the night.

If my mouth could have formed an intelligent answer I am sure it would have but for now my tongue is as still as the air surrounding us, my mouth opened and closed like a guppy, willing words to flow from it but nothing came but a wisp of wind. He chuckled again, bone chillingly.

“What’s up? Cat got your tongue?” He laughed at his own joke, there were no cats anymore.

“N-no,” a stutter in the face of danger may have well have put the gun to my temple. I scowled myself internally, I had already shown fear but, to me, this was proof of my gutlessness. It was like a trigger, his amused snarl growing wider as my speech grew a stutter. My heart fell further towards my stomach.

“What do you w-want with m-me?” A stupidly obvious question to match my horror. With the world in its dying hour and the human race crumbling piece by piece, I only had two options, 3 if I was brainless enough: Be murdered where I shake in cold blood, be enslaved to the “cause” or run which is my certain suicide. I would be no martyr, no symbol of hope; I would be another on an already full list of names, nothing special. I was fortunate in the sense that I was not dead already. To endanger that would make me even more of an imbecile, if that were at all possible.

“Many things, my child, many things,” but only one plagued the demon’s minds as he cascaded his slim finger down my apparent spine, my skin paper thin, a result of malnutrition months in a row. You could hear in his voice, that smooth, texture-less voice, I didn’t have to look into his deceiving eyes in order to gauge the emotion they would display, like a window into his black soul.

A volt, electricity, cracked within me. I was tired of his mind games and I had only been in his presence for less than a quarter of the hour. Confidence like waves rolled through me, straighten my non-existent posture, my voice gained volume both physically and mentally.

“Name one.” And with that I took the jeopardy of the situation into my own hands. I turned to face the beast.

His hair was the colour of his soul; it looked to be a war with itself, undecided in which colour it would like to be, blonde or black. Eyes an ominous pit of sin, lips pink yet chapped, a by-product of the haze. Tall in stature, broad shoulders, mere inches above me. A well paid solider, from what I could tell, leather jacket adorning his slender frame, jeans whole and T-shirt white. He mustn’t have been out long, his clothes too clean to have spent more than an hour out here. Idiotic human.

“Rebellious, feisty, I like it.”

“Do not mock me, I requested an answer.” Was I overstepping my mark? The most likely scenario is my death once he has had his fun, I think I am not. My arms over lap as I tuck my hands into the space between my upper arms and my sides. A show of defiance, resilience, I will not be walked over, not by this animal.

The line that had been cemented into concrete since their ascent had begun had clearly been crossed, not only that but trampled on as if it were mere chalk on the pavement. His smirk fell into a snarl, this fire behind his eyes igniting with fury. It was almost comical the way his face screamed “do you know who I am” I would have laughed had this been a less dire time. Had his body been full of pumping blood, his face would have been scarlet with rage.

We now shared personal space, his face all but inches away from mine, his breath came out in huffs that dissipated across my skin. His eyes trapped mine in a steely gaze, unswaying, terrifying.

“And just who do you think you are?”

I am Alex Gaskarth and I have never wanted to kiss a man more in my life than in this moment.

Notes

So here is Chapter One, I'd had the Prologue for a while because it was for a school assessment. I know this is a fast update but they usually will not be that fast, there will probably be weekend up dates.
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