same size as a normal man but being this close, Anna-Marie now realizes she is very wrong as she strains her neck to look up at him as he towers over her. He must be at least a foot taller than her impressive five-foot, ten-inch stature. By now Anna-Marie realizes this is no average homeless person roaming the alley for food.
She finally averts her eyes to where he was kneeling only seconds ago to see not garbage but what looks to be a person. A person who appears to be laying crumpled on the dirty ground in an odd position covered in a dark substance, looking very much like a familiar scene from her nightmares.
Blood? Is that man dead? Anna-Marie thinks to herself.
Her eyes sho ot back to the man in total disbelief. That’s when she notices for the first time the dark scarlet blood smeared on his face and the oozing bloody saliva dripping from his beard. Every nerve in her body begins to scream. This is it! This is the creature I have been searching for. By the love of God, it appears Wilmington has a real live cannibal. It seems impossible, but she is sure of it.
But , oh my goodness, how can it be? He is a person. People don’t really eat other people, do they? Anna-Marie thinks to herself as she tries to study his face even harder in the dark.
He smiles a cruel deadly smile at her with the knowledge that he has been discovered. That is when she notices his teeth. He has jagged yellow teeth that look sharp enough to tear into flesh with ease, the same teeth as the man from the cemetery.
Holy crap! Has he been this close all along? Anna-Marie’s mind screams.
As she looks at his face more closely, she realizes he isn’t the same man. Sure, some of the features are the same, but this is definitely not the same man from the cemetery. Two? Is there a cult of cannibals amongst us?
Anna -Marie slowly gets her grip back on the handle of her gun as she prepares for the war she has been craving since Dylan was killed.
There’s no turning back. It’s my life or his. From what I know of this creature, there’s no way he will let me out of this alley alive.
The man notices Anna-Marie’s subtle movements. His grin turns even more menacing as he prepares for his own craving to be fulfilled, as if the poor bastard on the ground wasn’t enough.
It seems like everything is happening in an instant. She sees the man lean over in an animalistic pose as if he is preparing to strike. His eyes , if possible, now have a hint of scarlet in them and his once round pupils are shaped into thin slits. His nostrils begin to flare as he continues to grin.
Anna -Marie is petrified and still unable to move. Her brain is yelling at her legs to run as fast as they can, but they won’t listen. She considers screaming but her throat has gone dry. She is helpless and about to die. She has failed Dylan. All she can do is close her eyes and pray that it is quick.
Out of nowhere , something hits Anna-Marie hard on the head; she’s not sure where it came from though. With her eyes still closed she feels her body as she is thrown to the mouth of the alley like a discarded rag doll.
She manages to open her eyes, but just barely. When she is able to clear her mind enough to focus on the creature, she becomes even more confused. What is this? What’s going on? she thinks to herself as she watches as the man’s facial expressions turn from shocked to confused, than settles on amused.
The last thing Anna-Marie sees before the darkness of unconsciousness consumes her is not one but two figures.
5
Anna-Marie tries to open her eyes, but can only seem to squint at the dim light of the rising sun.
“OOWWW, what the hell happened? My head is killing me ,” she says as she reaches her hand to her aching head.
She turns her head to the right as she tries to gather her bearings, but is suddenly
She finally averts her eyes to where he was kneeling only seconds ago to see not garbage but what looks to be a person. A person who appears to be laying crumpled on the dirty ground in an odd position covered in a dark substance, looking very much like a familiar scene from her nightmares.
Blood? Is that man dead? Anna-Marie thinks to herself.
Her eyes sho ot back to the man in total disbelief. That’s when she notices for the first time the dark scarlet blood smeared on his face and the oozing bloody saliva dripping from his beard. Every nerve in her body begins to scream. This is it! This is the creature I have been searching for. By the love of God, it appears Wilmington has a real live cannibal. It seems impossible, but she is sure of it.
But , oh my goodness, how can it be? He is a person. People don’t really eat other people, do they? Anna-Marie thinks to herself as she tries to study his face even harder in the dark.
He smiles a cruel deadly smile at her with the knowledge that he has been discovered. That is when she notices his teeth. He has jagged yellow teeth that look sharp enough to tear into flesh with ease, the same teeth as the man from the cemetery.
Holy crap! Has he been this close all along? Anna-Marie’s mind screams.
As she looks at his face more closely, she realizes he isn’t the same man. Sure, some of the features are the same, but this is definitely not the same man from the cemetery. Two? Is there a cult of cannibals amongst us?
Anna -Marie slowly gets her grip back on the handle of her gun as she prepares for the war she has been craving since Dylan was killed.
There’s no turning back. It’s my life or his. From what I know of this creature, there’s no way he will let me out of this alley alive.
The man notices Anna-Marie’s subtle movements. His grin turns even more menacing as he prepares for his own craving to be fulfilled, as if the poor bastard on the ground wasn’t enough.
It seems like everything is happening in an instant. She sees the man lean over in an animalistic pose as if he is preparing to strike. His eyes , if possible, now have a hint of scarlet in them and his once round pupils are shaped into thin slits. His nostrils begin to flare as he continues to grin.
Anna -Marie is petrified and still unable to move. Her brain is yelling at her legs to run as fast as they can, but they won’t listen. She considers screaming but her throat has gone dry. She is helpless and about to die. She has failed Dylan. All she can do is close her eyes and pray that it is quick.
Out of nowhere , something hits Anna-Marie hard on the head; she’s not sure where it came from though. With her eyes still closed she feels her body as she is thrown to the mouth of the alley like a discarded rag doll.
She manages to open her eyes, but just barely. When she is able to clear her mind enough to focus on the creature, she becomes even more confused. What is this? What’s going on? she thinks to herself as she watches as the man’s facial expressions turn from shocked to confused, than settles on amused.
The last thing Anna-Marie sees before the darkness of unconsciousness consumes her is not one but two figures.
5
Anna-Marie tries to open her eyes, but can only seem to squint at the dim light of the rising sun.
“OOWWW, what the hell happened? My head is killing me ,” she says as she reaches her hand to her aching head.
She turns her head to the right as she tries to gather her bearings, but is suddenly
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