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11/2011


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.

 

נכתב על ידי MS , 23/11/2011 15:58  
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