This is another piece of my writing from my course. I kind of got it wrong, as I think I ended up with more of a descriptive piece than something that focused on the characters. Hey what can you do, I wrote it under half an hour and didn’t do much in the way of editing. I need to think more of the characters. It has not title. Anyway, feel free to comment away.

He went un-noticed in amongst the noon crowds. They were swirling around him as if he weren’t really there. The vinegar smell of the chips drifting down the street, his eyes momentarily closing as the acidic air stung them. He was not there among them now, not as they see each other, not that they care to. When his eyes re-opened, they appeared tired, and worn, as if he had seen things nobody should see in their life.

He wasn’t there to be seen. He was there to blend, to wait. I could see him, but then I knew what to look for. It was the fetid smell that lingered around him, those who came close would put it down to rotting rubbish, but I knew. I knew that smell, it was a mixture of fear, of pain, of huger and of death. A chill ran down my spine. The sky that was blue only moments ago were now rolling with thick, voluminous cloud, not the cotton candy type either, but the ominous type that precedes a soul drenching downpour.

Whilst I had no idea why he was there, I knew the outcome could not be good for whoever was involved. And whoever it was was fast approaching. I felt the first fat drops of water fall upon my skin. They felt warm, I expected a cold wave to wash over me, but the droplets were warm. I opened my hand and let the rain fall into my waiting hand, the drops collecting and merging to form a small glassy pool on my hand. As I brought my hand closer to examine the water, there was a rushing movement in front of me. I had let my guard down.

“You have no claim to be here, curiosity will cause you nothing but harm” His voice was soft and devoid of any emotion. He was old enough to know wiser.

I shuddered, though not from the rain that was now soaking me, I knew I shouldn’t be here. I had slipped out without anyone noticing, I thought I was being clever, but now I realised I was wrong. An icy spear of fear rushed through my body, routing me to the ground, I could not find the words to respond, I knew that by not doing so, I was being disrespectful.

“The others know you are here, they will come for you, I can offer you no protection. Your curiosity will not go un-punished. Do you understand me?” He said only to re-iterate his point.

“y-y-yes” I stammered, which was more than I thought I could manage. My stupidity was now washing over me in waves of nausea mixing with the fear.

He flinched; something had caught his senses, already heightened by the steady down pour of rain. He looked back at me and told me to leave. My instincts told me to find somewhere to hide, trouble was coming and it was no longer a game.

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