Post by PMD on Jun 21, 2007 6:54:12 GMT -5
Hunted
It was night. The moon was out full and bright. But there were no stars to be seen. As if they were hiding so they could not witness the tradgedy happening below.
I ran down the street. An angry mob following me. After me. Hunting me. They had broken glass bottles, shovels, whatever thing they could find to inflict damage.
There were no cars on the street. There were no people on the paths. It would be silent. Except for the mob.
I turned into an alley. My long brown coat swinging behind me. My hat falling off my head and onto the ground. A broken glass bottle flew by my head scraping against it. There were screams from the mob. Screams for my blood.
Trickles of blood fell from where the bottle had cut me. I looked behind me. To see the mob stumbling through the narrow alley after me. Why couldn't they just leave me alone. While looking at the mob behind me, I tripped over something. I fell hard against the ground. I tried to get up but I was hit in the back with a shovel. More screams. I couldn't hear them. They were all around me. Hitting me with whatever they could find. Killing me with whatever they could find. Before long I was dead.
In the morning the police will find me. Find my dead body lieing in the alley. Perhaps someone will call them. Perhaps they stumble across my dead body. But there will be no question why I was murdered. For I am a Mutant.
The End