A Bloody Profile

Ayaeth

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Its dark and raining.
The city streets once again reek of sewage and trash dumpsters.
There are rats crawling in the crevices once again looking for old food or socks or something to satisfy their hunger pangs.
You hear light footsteps behind you as you walk on the wet shiny cement sidewalk and the adrenalin begins to pump through your blood veins.
You turn a corner with more lights because that adrenalin makes you paranoid that you are being followed, probably by one or a group of really immature teenagers that just want to get their kicks from scaring you. Or that you are being followed by a really dangerous mugger or a homeless person with a knife, ready to take all your money from your pockets just so he can buy another bottle of booze... while you are laying there bleeding to death from a stab to the stomach.
You keep hearing these light steps behind you and they echo off the drearily quiet building sides and you walk faster.
They walk faster trying to keep pace.
You keep telling youself that you will see an "open" sign in the next store window and you will walk into the warmth and dryness of safety.
You feel like you are about to snap and you finally decide to stop abruptly, turn around and yell something absurd.
You do stop.
You do turn. But nothings there.
Nobody.
Not even wind moving the newspaper trash littering the late night street.
You close your eyes and sigh, telling yourself you were probably hearing echoes of your own footsteps.
When you open your eyes a young, innocent looking girl is staring at you.
You jump of course.
"C-Can I help you?" You ask her.
"I dont know, can you?" She asks back.
 
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