YELLOW BRICK ESTATE, LONDON.
The school girl's sweat-drenched hair cascaded down her back in large loose curls. She staggered along the pavement, as a surge of tears blurred her vision. She hurriedly took out the last of the document that she had managed to conceal beneath the creases of her school shirt; and momentarily turned back. She frantically tore at the sheets and continued stumbling along, panting loudly as she tried to run. She stopped abruptly, and turned into a shadowy, unlit back alleyway; she then began chewing ravenously at the paper and proceeded to hastily swallow it. As she bent over, she lay her hands on her knees, and urgently hit her fist against her chest desperate for the document to pas quickly along her throat. She continued running but it wasn't long before she was halted by the pain in her throat and her tired limbs.
She looked behind her once more and before she could utter a single word, a malevolent figure appeared before her, she crawled away, as he hadn't yet made a move.
"Where's the rest of it?" He threw the dampened sheets of paper at her. She looked up at him in confusion. How did he manage to find those?
"At least give me the f*cking code, I know you know it, don't you?" His nostrils flared but the rest of his face remained expressionless. "Come here."
She continued crawling desperately.
"I said,-" He walked towards her. "Come here!" He repeated, this time louder. He kicked her twice in her side. She gasped and collapsed onto the concrete.
"Because of you I have nothing to live for." He whispered so calmly he appeared to be menacing. He stood directly underneath a streetlamp and for that split second, their eyes trapped one another's and entwined almost as if one's expression was mirroring the others'.
It was evident that her unyielding gaze got under his skin, so he attempted to stare straight through her. She observed him intently; he was tall and muscular, he wore a hooded jumper and a cap, so low it hid his forehead and eyelids. But she could see his eyes unmistakably. That luminous warm gold colour. Those deep set brown eyes. She felt as if they were piercing through her. She clutched onto her stomach, and managed to get up onto her feet. She mustered all the energy she could and spat at him in disgust.
The light pitter patter of rain fell upon them and she considered it to be a God's presence. He was at hand; ready to cleanse away the evil occurrence that was to take place tonight. He was ready to wash it away the way Jesus did the sins of mankind, when he died on the cross. She looked up into the sky; the clouds hid from her and she was greeted by slightly heavier raindrops.
It was time...
He wiped the saliva off his clothes and his lips curled into a smile. "But unlike you, I've got nothing to lose." He chuckled gently. Does he know? How does he know? She thought in a panic.
The rain gradually became heavier and heavier.
"What do you want from me?"
"So you know I want something...?"
"Just leave me alone!" She screwed up her face irritable and retorted.
"You've got something that I want...in fact it belongs to me."
She could see him smirk down at her once more; he then bent down so they were at eye level, "And I want it now." His right arm swung towards her neck and he seized her by her throat and flung her onto the concrete causing her body to smack into the rain. She balled herself up in a fetal position, but her eyes never abandoned his. Maybe it was the shock of his belligerence or the sheer astonishment at his strength. She felt her heartbeat hammering against the thick layer of her skin.