The lights
flickered in the darkness, a scene taken right from low budget horror film. The
man standing below them gave an annoyed sigh. He was getting tired, his eyes
shutting and his head rolling back. It was past 2:00 AM by now and there were
still things he needed to do.
He was
wearing his favorite blue button-down shirt and his hair was slicked back. He
knew he would probably ruin it, yet he had no time to change. Too bad, he
thought as he looked down and stroked the soft fabric of his shirt. He was all
ready; he just needed to get this danm thing over with. It was going to take at
least an hour, he knew. Cleaning and wiping, water and bleach.
The door
behind him cracked open and a man stepped out. His shirt was white, stainless.
Maybe he wouldn't need to throw it away after all.
He stared
at the man, startled from the sudden change of setting. He started to speak up
but the words died in his mouth and he could only see his eyes peering at him
through the holes of the cloth that covered his face before the man turned and
left.
David
stepped inside the empty building. It isn't so different in here, he thought;
smell of piss, flickering lights. The storage house seemed deserted, not even
mice running around looking for corners to hide in. David took one final look
in the darkness and hit the light switch on his left.
David
sighed. He loved this shirt.
She wasn't
very helpful. He realized she didn't know anything after the first five minute,
yet he knew he could take no chances with her.
The wall
behind his back was leaving black smudges on his shirt, so he pushed himself
away from it and stood in the middle of the alley, his shirt a bright contrast
to the darkness surrounding him.
She could
have been holding back information, he knew, but she was a pathetic little thing,
crying out and begging for mercy. She didn't seem like brave women, like the
ones from the movies. Few do when facing death.
Behind him,
he heard a light switch click. He backed away into the shadows and steadied
himself.