Dark clouds roll over the river. It’s going to be the blackest day since records began. She stares out into the horizon questioning the origins of this dark force that seems to have taken over the entire neighbourhood. Lightning rains down from the sky and reflects in her eyes. There’s a hand in hers and she’s not looking out at the evil skyline, she’s gazing at the owner of the hand.
Two miles downtown another girl sits on the concrete steps. Looking up at the sky she sees the same white - hot bolt heading for the ground. It misses her by inches. Running inside she locks the door. That’s when she sees the damage inflicted by the lightning, a small but noticeable wound running from her elbow to her wrist.
There is something oddly attractive about lightning to him. The sheer power of it is enough to drive him into a trance. “Babe, babe, what are looking at? She asks, a slightly worried tone taking over her voice. Looking up into the sky, as he was doing, she can’t see anything.
The wound begins to take shape. A chain of stars with an arrow running through it forms. “What the hell is that?” It begins to burn and turns the flesh black. A look of horror spreads across her face. “Evil. Pure evil.”
“Get away from the window.”
“What?”
Before she can move, her whole body across the room.
“Jesus, what would you do without me?”
“I really don’t know.”
“That could’ve killed you, but you knew that didn’t you?” He said, his tone becoming more confused with every word. She looks up from the floor “Yeah, I did, ok. I won’t screw with fate, that’s not what this is for.” She says darkly, pointing to her temple.
“Maybe you won’t, but I will.” He pauses and breathes audibly “What are you thinking about?” Taking his hands she replies
“I’m thinking that you shouldn’t have done that.”
The flesh darkens further and spreads to the rest of her body. She looks like a living corpse. Her darkly lined eyes contrast starkly with the grey that sweeps all over her skin. Sitting down on the floor, she makes a call, “Hello?”
“Hi LJ, what’s wrong?”
“You’re not telling me you don’t know?”
She goes pale as she realises it wasn’t her the bolt was meant to hit although she had gotten a distinct picture of herself being hit by white hot light and the picture fading to black. “N-no, I don’t.”
“ You’ve gotta see this.” She hangs up. Grabbing her jacket she heads out of the door, slamming it behind her. Within nanoseconds it opens again “Where are you-”
“Later, I’ve gotta go see LJ, something weird’s happening.” Her shoes are noiseless against the crumbling pavement. The street lights above cast her in an eerie glow, making her seem more vampire- like than ever. Her rouge lips are the only flash of colour in between the black of the skies and the grey of the buildings. Shards of hail fall heavily causing a few minor cuts to her usually translucent complexion. A black car roars into life. The hail had frozen to the ground causing the car to skid wildly into a lamppost, bonnet first “Shit. That’s just perfect.” She sits in the car resting her arms on the wheel. In the rear view mirror she sees a figure walking towards the car “No.” The wreckage crunches into reverse, struggling to shed the metal monstrosity that threatens to crush the entire car. Pulling free it hurtles back into the alley mowing down the suspicious figure.
“Well done dear” He sighs. She looks round to see where the voice was coming from. There was no one there. Unless..
“Oh christ, I didn’t just-”
“Yeah, you did, nice one” He mutters, fidgeting under the wheels. “What the hell did I do this time?”
“Just keep still and shut up for a sec” She rolls the car forward, wincing slightly. He sits up and she realises that the man was not suspicious, in fact she’d grown to love him. In the brilliant lights his injuries looked ghastly “remember you love me” she smiles cautiously. He walks towards the car and she prays that he doesn’t see the front “shit, shit, shit, oh please don’t look at it.” He whispers, crossing her fingers behind her back “ So you’re coming too?” He looks at her “That’ll be a yes then.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s a good thing you’re cute.”
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