chapter 104 Two


    Evelyn POV


    I had juste off shift. My sleazebag boss swiped my tips once again. Walking through the cold


    streets, I shivered. Something was off. The streets were too quiet, and a feeling of unease settled over


    me. Ignoring the feeling, I keep walking, the cold snow sinking into my ts making my toes go numb. I


    have worked at the same cafe for two years now. It doesn’t pay much, but with the economy the way it


    is, I should just be grateful I have a job. Work was scarce these days. Finding a job was hard when half


    the city was in ruins.


    It never used to be like this, When I was a child, this city flourished. In fact, most had never heard


    his name before. But everyone had heard the rumours of the dark one. The man, or should I say


    monster, that destroyed the world. No one stood a chance against him. The human government tried


    for years, banding together, trying to rid the world of his evil. He ughtered not just towns but


    countries, burning cities of families and people to the ground along with his two mates. Rumour has it


    he was trying to find something that he wasn’t even sure existed.


    Walking between two abandoned buildings, I could see the alleyway that leaders to the caravan


    park. One more block and I would be home to my trusty tin can home. It wasn’t much, but it was mine. I


    was quite proud of what I had aplished, never knowing a proper home. My parents gave me up


    when I was born, don’t even know their names. Apparently I was dropped off in front of a church only a


    few days old. The nuns took me in, and I bounced from one foster home to another until I eventually


    aged out the system, leaving me homeless and living on park benches. Just me and my stic bag full


    of clothes.


    I was walking the streets trying to find somewhere safe to sleep when I stumbled upon the cafe, a


    sign in the window looking for staff. It must have been in the right ce at the right time because I


    walked in and asked about the job and the owner tossed me an apron and told me to start straight


    away as they were overrun with the lunch break. I have worked there ever since.


    As I reached the corner of the building, I went to turn up the alleyway when I see a man leaning


    against the side of the building. The smell of his smoke hanging from his lips wafted to me. He moved


    off the wall he was leaning on, and I quickly turned up the alleyway. I could hear his footstepsing


    up behind me before I felt myself be tugged backwards. I let out a scream as I felt his gloved hand go


    over my mouth.


    “No, now pretty be a good girl and stay quiet.” I nod my head thinking he was going to rob me.


    Reaching into my handbag, I feel around pulling my wallet out. It had little in it, but he could have it. I


    waved it in front of his face, and he knocked it out of my hand his next words made my blood run colder


    than the snow sinking into my shoes.


    “I don’t want your money I want something else,” he whispered, his whiskey filled breath wafting


    over my face. I struggled against him, realising he has more sinister intentions than just robbing me. He


    threw me to the ground, and I let out the loudest scream I could muster, praying someone anyone


    would hear me before he pped my face. My head whipped to the side as his palm connected with


    my face, making my vision blur for a second. He starts ripping my ck cks down, and I fight,


    kicking and hitting and scratching anything I can. He yanks my hair when I dig my fingers into his eyes


    before mming my head into the pavement. The force makes my teeth rattle, but I continue to thrash


    as he continues trying to undress me.


    The cold snow making my muscles ache as it seeps into my clothes.


    When suddenly his weight is gone. I stare, shocked for a second after hepletely vanished on


    top me. I start yanking my pants up my legs when I heard grunting and a gross sound of flesh on flesh.


    Looking toward the alleyway I see a man, or maybe that the wrong word for him. I didn’t think I would


    meet a bigger monster than the man that just tried raping me, but I didn’t know what else you would call


    him. He literally was ripping the man to pieces. I have to hold my stomach as I feel it lurch when I see


    one of his arms fly off and hit the snow. Blood coated the ground as the man pummeled his face until it


    was unrecognizable, the snow turning red. I clench my eyes shut, not being able to handle what I was


    witnessing.


    It was like something out of a horror movie. I was shaking like a leaf, my teeth chattering from the


    cold as I sat frozen with fear. Fight or flight was kicking in, and here I was paralysed by my own fear.


    Scared I was next, I kept my eyes closed, waiting for death.


    The noise stopped. I looked up, and two men were staring down at me. One held his hand out and


    I smacked it away, covering my head with my hands fearing him belting me and inflicting what he just


    did to the man in the alley.


    “Please, I won’t tell, just let me go. I saw nothing I promise,” I beg them as sobs wrack my body.


    The biggest man kneels down in front of me, moving my hair away from my face and brushing it over


    my shoulder. Looking up, I see pitch ck eyes staring at me. Eyes so dark I was afraid they would


    swallow me whole. I turn my gaze to the ground, not wanting to see my own death through his eyes.


    He holds hisrge hand out for me to take, and I cower away from him, flinching as he goes to reach


    forward.


    “Ours,” he gasps. And I almost think I heard it wrong. Were they going to finish what the other


    man couldn’t?


    “We are scaring her,” the man who brutally ughtered the other man said, making me look at


    him. He was drenched in blood, dying his skin a scarlet colour. The smell of death so pungent on him I


    could almost taste it.


    “Go,” the man with onyx eyes says. He was watching the other man, who I see nod to him. I take


    off running down the alleyway, thanking god they let me go. I ran the entire way home, running like my


    ass was on fire. Running through the caravan park before finding my tin can. And never in my life have


    I been as thankful to see my shitty van covered in graffiti and falling apart. Just as I reach the door, I


    finally lose my stomach. Doubling over and puking the contents of my stomach into the snow, I retch for


    a few minutes, trying to rid the taste from my mouth. My face grows hot from throwing up, and the back


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    of my throat burns from my stomach acids.


    I must have been making a fair amount of noise because I see then van beside mine flick on its


    lights, and I quickly slip inside before my neighbour sees me through their window.


    Stepping inside, I see the familiar surroundings of my humble abode. I shut the door before sliding


    to the floor, my legs giving out from under me. What the fuck just happened? How the fuck am I still


    alive? Whoever they were, they weren’t human. I couldn’t get the picture of his dark eyes staring at me.


    So dark I could see my reflection in them.


    Yet they let me go. Why? I could have run to the… well no one. You didn’tst long as an officer in


    this city. Mostw enforcement was dead, and the only justice found in the city these days was vignte


    justice or the underworld trades. But with the way that man tore him apart limb for limb, I doubt anyone


    could match up against them. He didn’t even break a sweat.


    Closing all the curtains, I quickly make sure all the doors are locked. I was never this paranoid


    before. I grew up in this city, knew it like the back of my hand. Sure, every city was dangerous, but


    growing up here, I knew all the do’s and don’ts, knew which streets to stay away from. My area was


    considered safe mostly, nothing much happened in this area. Never have I been attacked on my way


    home. Few people lived on this side of the city because there wasn’t much left. Even the homeless


    refused to live over here because the ce was that abandoned there weren’t many ces to beg or


    dumpster dive.


    After what happened, I feel like this was just the start of something bigger. I have always been


    pretty intuitive, but I had this nagging feeling something bad was going to happen, and I prayed this


    feeling was just because of the events of today. Once I was convinced I had locked uppletely. I


    walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Stripping off, I hopped in. The water burned my


    skin, making me jump. My skin was so cold the water felt like it was blistering my skin, only I knew it


    was my skin that was cold by the shaking of my hands and the fact that my toes were blue. Easing


    myself in slowly, I let the water warm my freezing body, inhaling the smell of my strawberry two dor


    shampoo.


    When I hopped out, I grabbed my fluffy towel and walked into my room, quickly getting dressed


    before hopping in bed. I had to be back at work by 530 am for the breakfast shift. Wrapping myself up


    in my duvet like a human burrito, I closed my eyes, drifting off into the darkness of sleep.