#ThursThreads – The Challenge that Ties Tales Together – Week 10
Finally, they caught me. I have never been more excited about anything in my life.
“I cannot believe you did this,” the Darkness squeals with rage. “And you did it on purpose.”
I raise my hands above my head and kneel. Three officers approach me with their guns trained on me. An anxious rookie vibrates as he approaches and I hear the click of his revolver readying to blast a bit of lead through me—sadly, not even a bullet would put me out of my misery.
“How about we talk first, shoot later?” his commander says without unlocking his gaze from me.
“Take them,” it demands.
I close my eyes. I am tired. I need to rest. The aggressive boot of the rookie slams into my back, thrusting me face down into rank smelling concrete of the alley. I control my urges to feed, a fight greater than these three men mortal men could ever understand. The smells of their flesh entice my senses; the heavy scents of their musk masked with soap and cologne.
The cold metal encircles my wrists as though it could hold me if I wished to be free. The rookie forces me to my feet. The other two slide the light of their torches over me. The horror on their faces fade seeing that the monster haunting their streets is nothing more than a man like them. I would appear innocent if it were not for the blood soaking my clothing.
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