Late night clubbing. What fun. Nothing better then hours of being around people who pretended more to be your friend then they actually were. Not that there was anything else to do really, and the music was alright, not to mention she liked to dance.
She hopped from puddle to puddle, unaware that it had even rained while she was inside the club, but none the less she always loved the way the water sounded underfoot. Slowly her eyes raised to the half moon peeking out from behind a cloud filled sky. She couldn't remember a night as dark as this one.“Sophie, wait up!”
She'd know that voice anywhere. “What Aron?”
He was a nice guy really, not her type though, and his constant advances were more bothersome then flattering. “Want me to walk you home?”
He had an impish grin that did little for his out of proportioned facial features. “Im'a big girl, I'll be fine.”
She flashed him a smile and continued walking. “I'll call you in the morning then, ok?”
What kinda woman would she be to squash the dreams of a horny young man? “Sure, I'll talk to you then.”
And they parted ways. He turned going back the other way, and she took a short cut through a not so nice part of town, but it made her walk home 20 minutes shorter.
She could still feel the music pounding through her chest, and quietly she hummed the last tune that came to her mind. “ 'Ey there pretty girl.”
That voice...she didn't recognize and so she simply kept walking, only more quickly. “It's rude not to answer girlie, come're!”
Before she knew what was happened she felt his iron grip around her upper arm. “Hey let go of me!”
Quickly he twirled her around, her face inches from his, bathed in nothing more then the smell of cheap booze.“Listen, I don't have any money or anything else of value. So take your hands off of me, and I'll be on my way.”
Her voice was firm, she almost couldn't hear it from the sound of her heart drumming away a new melody now. “Oh I wouldn't say you didn't have anything of value.”
His voice was haunting, and sent a chill up her spine as his serpentine tongue lashed out between rotted teeth to wet his cracked lips.“Oh no..no no no...You get away from me.”
She tried to jerk her arm free, but there was no breaking the tightness of his grip. “I assure you mister, you don't wanna do that.”
He laughed at her words and backed her up against the cold wet brick of the building directly behind them. “And what makes you say that, because, I'm pretty sure I do.”
His smile widened and his chuckle seemed more menacing.
Her eyes finally met his, but there was something off about her gaze. “Because I don't want to hurt you.”
Her voice was almost child like, barely a whisper easily drown out my the wave of laughter to spew from his decaying mouth. “Welp, I'm not scared of you little girl.”
As soon as the last word dripped from his tongue he reached down and began to pull her skirt up.
His laughter quickly turned to screams that echoed in the quietness of the night.....“I told you, you didn't want to do that mister...”
Her hands were at her sides, palms pointed outward toward him as she moved closer to him. His screams turned into a horribly disgusting gurgle as he crumpled into a pile of helplessness on the wet asphalt. His insides were boiling as she raised his internal temperature. As she was angry and felt her face grow warm with fear, he too would feel that heat, feel that fear that fueled her even now that he lay motionless.
With a gasp, she ceased moving toward him. Shaking her head, she quickly looked around. “Mister.....hey mister..”
But he did not answer her, didn't move. She nudged him lightly with her foot, and still nothing. “Shit Sophie...what'd you do...what did you do....”
Looking around again, panicked now, she noted that no one was around. Scared, she fled. Nothing but a flash of a shadow on the brick walls as she ran toward her apartment. The sound of the puddles under her feet no longer soothing....