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The air was chilly, heavy. Snow had consumed the dark streets under its cold blanket that transformed the city into a white landscape of flickering lights and sounds. The last of the light from the sun fell behind the horizon as the moon already started to glow its white gleam behind the clouds. Suddenly the calm was cut by the sound of sirens that filled the street with lights. Cars seen on the street began to slip for the on coming of a ambulance. People walking turned their heads towards the sight. As the trucks flew by a man came into view, unlike the on lookers he seemed rushed as he walked, head down. His hands were in his coat pockets, scarf pulled tight against his face. He didn't pause for a moment, eyes were fixed only looking for a moment. His eyes scanned the area, looking, looking. Finally he found the pay phone he was looking for, it wasn't until he raising his hand to open the door that he noticed how bad his hand was shaking, he looked down to see blood, that made the shaking worse. He examined his hand for a moment before taking his scarf from his neck and wrapped it around his hand, he knew the blood wasn't his anyway. He looked around to be sure he wasn't followed. He opened the door and entered, the lights flickered on, even inside it was cold. He pulled his hands close to blow on them, the smell of blood pulled them away. It brought back memories, old and new. He sniffled from the cold as he searched for change in his pockets, he almost dropped the change. He waited for the call to connect, his eyes always looking. The moment of calm made him realize the gravity of the situation. His eyes began to water, he was gone he thought. This time he was gone... Thats when he began to sob, he put his face in his elbow as he screamed, the sirens muted his wail. The ring stopped and someone answered
"Hello?" A voiced spoke
It took the man a moment to compose himself. "Vanessa? Vanessa listen to me, its Victor. Vanessa please you have to leave. They are coming, they got Franklin.. They..."
Another siren called in the distance. The man looked behind towards the sound. His heart sank as he saw him, the shadow in the distance. The hairs on his neck stood on end, the shimmer down his spine. It was him. The mans thoughts became very clear for a moment as he pulled his memories together. Fear began to leave him, but sadness came, it always came. He felt the tears down his face as he gripped the phone closer.
"Vanessa, I don't have much time now. Please. Run, if... Don't let them catch you alive. What ever you do..." He began to take deep breaths. He felt his stomach drop
"I love you, remember that. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll find you, how ever long it takes know I'll find you."
The voice on the line spoke to him, but he wasn't listening anymore. He knew what the words were telling him but she didn't know the full situation. His heart ached as he let the phone drop from his hand. He opened the door and stepped out, the cold didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore except escape. The man in the shadows looked at him, he could feel the man was not alone. They never were alone. The shadow took a step forward, his stomach sank again. How? How? A siren bellowed once again. With a small sigh he closed his eyes, the shadow can't have me he thought. Then he would never see those eyes. This would be it, nothing more he thought. Before he could think he had started to run into the street, he felt a pain in his leg where a bullet tried to slow him down. It was to late, he was in the street, the lights were bright, but nothing as bright as what was to come. He closed his eyes and heard the siren one last time.
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"Ahh!!" The scream came out as the man shook. "What?"
Strangers looked at him funny as some walked away from him. By instincts he but his hand to his face, his chest.
"Are you ok sir?" A voice asked
It took the man a moment to realize where he was. The train car was swaying back and forth. He looked around to see a man in a uniform before him. He was a steward as it seemed. He blinked a few times and looked out the window to see the city landscape. The view of the mountains and country side had vanished. He cleared his throat before he spoke. His hands found his camera strapped to his neck. He toyed with it as he smiled sheepishly.
"Yes, yes of course. I'm sorry I just thought I had dropped my camera, its worth some money and I just got it fixed." He lied to the man and himself.
"Ah, yes well. They would be rather scary then." The man simply smiled as he turned away, his eyes rolling as he shook his head to the passengers.
"I'm fine, really, thanks." He smiled to everyone around him. Fine. Far from it. He sighed to himself as he stood up and walked to the bathroom.
The stall was small, the size reminded him of something. He took a moment before entering. The lights flickered on, again he flinched a second. The dream he thought. The dreams again. They happen every once in a while but never like they had been recently. He turned the water on as he set his camera aside. He looked blankly into the water, the steam rose up and fogged the mirror. His lifted his hand to wipe it away, to see himself. Brown tight hair, he had some facial hair but not enough to be considered a beard. His eyes, once hazel, one slightly blue. The two paired enough so they weren't to noticeable. He was wearing a off white sweater and a dark brown leather jacket, jeans and a pair of comfortable boots. He remembered he had just come from the mountains for a shoot. It all began to become clear again. He looked back at himself.
"Hello Michael" He spoke to himself
The train felt like it was pulling, stopping. He was closer then he thought. He turned the water off as he reached for his camera and exited. Ten minutes later he was in the heart of London. The walk from the station gave him time to think. His name, Michael Cooper. Son to Richard and Beth. Brother, Gabriel. His parents here bible nuts. Surprised they weren't cain and able . He shuttered. The weather was crisp but not chilly, almost spring he thought. Back home would be still covered in snow. He glanced at his watch, the screen lit up to show a message. An appointment he had later that day to turn in his work. He dropped his wrist. He was still tired he thought, his eyes scanned the street. It was a little quiet street he had turned down. He slowed as he saw a red pay phone, he starred blankly fo a moment before walking again. To his right a small coffee shop. He turned back at the phone again before entering the shop.
"Hello?" A voiced spoke
It took the man a moment to compose himself. "Vanessa? Vanessa listen to me, its Victor. Vanessa please you have to leave. They are coming, they got Franklin.. They..."
Another siren called in the distance. The man looked behind towards the sound. His heart sank as he saw him, the shadow in the distance. The hairs on his neck stood on end, the shimmer down his spine. It was him. The mans thoughts became very clear for a moment as he pulled his memories together. Fear began to leave him, but sadness came, it always came. He felt the tears down his face as he gripped the phone closer.
"Vanessa, I don't have much time now. Please. Run, if... Don't let them catch you alive. What ever you do..." He began to take deep breaths. He felt his stomach drop
"I love you, remember that. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll find you, how ever long it takes know I'll find you."
The voice on the line spoke to him, but he wasn't listening anymore. He knew what the words were telling him but she didn't know the full situation. His heart ached as he let the phone drop from his hand. He opened the door and stepped out, the cold didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore except escape. The man in the shadows looked at him, he could feel the man was not alone. They never were alone. The shadow took a step forward, his stomach sank again. How? How? A siren bellowed once again. With a small sigh he closed his eyes, the shadow can't have me he thought. Then he would never see those eyes. This would be it, nothing more he thought. Before he could think he had started to run into the street, he felt a pain in his leg where a bullet tried to slow him down. It was to late, he was in the street, the lights were bright, but nothing as bright as what was to come. He closed his eyes and heard the siren one last time.
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"Ahh!!" The scream came out as the man shook. "What?"
Strangers looked at him funny as some walked away from him. By instincts he but his hand to his face, his chest.
"Are you ok sir?" A voice asked
It took the man a moment to realize where he was. The train car was swaying back and forth. He looked around to see a man in a uniform before him. He was a steward as it seemed. He blinked a few times and looked out the window to see the city landscape. The view of the mountains and country side had vanished. He cleared his throat before he spoke. His hands found his camera strapped to his neck. He toyed with it as he smiled sheepishly.
"Yes, yes of course. I'm sorry I just thought I had dropped my camera, its worth some money and I just got it fixed." He lied to the man and himself.
"Ah, yes well. They would be rather scary then." The man simply smiled as he turned away, his eyes rolling as he shook his head to the passengers.
"I'm fine, really, thanks." He smiled to everyone around him. Fine. Far from it. He sighed to himself as he stood up and walked to the bathroom.
The stall was small, the size reminded him of something. He took a moment before entering. The lights flickered on, again he flinched a second. The dream he thought. The dreams again. They happen every once in a while but never like they had been recently. He turned the water on as he set his camera aside. He looked blankly into the water, the steam rose up and fogged the mirror. His lifted his hand to wipe it away, to see himself. Brown tight hair, he had some facial hair but not enough to be considered a beard. His eyes, once hazel, one slightly blue. The two paired enough so they weren't to noticeable. He was wearing a off white sweater and a dark brown leather jacket, jeans and a pair of comfortable boots. He remembered he had just come from the mountains for a shoot. It all began to become clear again. He looked back at himself.
"Hello Michael" He spoke to himself
The train felt like it was pulling, stopping. He was closer then he thought. He turned the water off as he reached for his camera and exited. Ten minutes later he was in the heart of London. The walk from the station gave him time to think. His name, Michael Cooper. Son to Richard and Beth. Brother, Gabriel. His parents here bible nuts. Surprised they weren't cain and able . He shuttered. The weather was crisp but not chilly, almost spring he thought. Back home would be still covered in snow. He glanced at his watch, the screen lit up to show a message. An appointment he had later that day to turn in his work. He dropped his wrist. He was still tired he thought, his eyes scanned the street. It was a little quiet street he had turned down. He slowed as he saw a red pay phone, he starred blankly fo a moment before walking again. To his right a small coffee shop. He turned back at the phone again before entering the shop.
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