Solid drops of rain pelted the cold ebon streets; and bits of trash were scattered about the dying city. Dark slithering rivulets of rainwater drained down the steps of a nearby stoop resembling, streaked with dirt and cityscapes reflection. If you sat and waited, you could hear anything from music to gunfire in this city, all it took was a good ear and patience. A cloaked shadowy figure sat shivering in the minor shelter the small eve above an abandoned stoop gave. Half hidden faces and shifty eyes occasionally passed in front of the forgotten stoop, people too busy or afraid to question the odd stranger. The figure looked up at the passer bys, giving no more than a seconds pause as he peered into the souls of each person. Hours melted away into a blur of monotony, nights become day, season’s will change and the young wither and die, memories fade and mountains rise and islands fall, such is the way of the world.
Except for HIM, you could call him a god or call him the Omega or whatever term your simple human mind could create but he is the creator was all there he, HE was all there ever would be. He could speed by eons in the mere blink of eye and never gather notice of a single person as he watched the rise and fall of a thousand cultures and civilizations. The simple flitting minds of the humans were too small and simple to even quantify his existence.
Tonight he held residence in the form of a cold man sleeping on a shadowed stoop. “Hey old man!” Three young pups walk up. They all three resembled the Youths of British Society. In the back was Iggy, he was fat and round and never really fought. He just bullies people around because of his rotund girth. Large flabby arms and pale white skin were his only weapons. Then there was Jack, he was tall and lanky and had the face that could make someone blanch. He liked to stab, numerous knives he held within his long dark trench coat. Ace the leader. Cool jet-black hair, tall and muscular along with stone grey eyes, on 18-hole steel toed Doc Martins, black leather bikers’ jacket and an attitude to match. He was the real muscle of the three he held their little trio together. The other two punks were merely at his disposal. Other than stains, and dirty obscene patches seemed to be the only other thing holding their clothes together.
Three identical bottles of some cheap swill purchased at the local Shoppe, hung half empty in their grubby paws. “I said hey you fucking good for nothing geezer!” A halfhearted kick from the leader of the inebriated punks shook HIM from his slumber. Blood shot eyes cracked open and stared menacingly at the local punks. “Go…away…” he whispers quietly. “Wha’ old man you trying to tell me what to do!” The tall teenager sluggishly kicks at him; the thick slur brought on by alcohol blurred his vision. A low snarl escaped HIS lips. “Oooooooh big toughie arent’cha now.” Ace slurred, “If you are such a man why not fight me ya’ fuckin’ pansy. Jack chimes in, waving his bottle like some drunkards weapon. HE stands up and looks down into the three punks eyes. “Well I am up…what do you want? The three hooligans fall into raucous laughter “Wha’?
He stood up “blimey bastard. Lookit him all scrawny, we could beat him up good.” Ace smiled menacingly. Dark shadows seem to cross the three punk’s faces as they came in for the kill. Jack pulled out a switchblade and swung for the Shadowy mans face. A very bright flash lit up the shallow stoop and all that was left of Jack was his switchblade and his 40, both of which had fallen to the floor. His two friends stared in horror as twin reptilian slitted eyes burning with a red flame looked at them. Iggy shouted “Oh fuck…” he had been right behind jack, his fat body suddenly lunged forward as he was vaporized. Another of those bright flashes and after a brief scream all that was left of the second teen was his melted class ring the stone flared up as it hit it’s burn point. A sharp, acrid, carbon smell hit Aces nose as he fell down shuddering in horror.
This shadowy man was staring at him and coming forward slowly. The sudden complete obliteration of his two best friends shook him quite a bit. “Well…you have my attentionnnnn young man what do you want?” Soft breathes and squeals seemed to be the only thing escaping his lips. “Weeee…. uh…uh…. uh. Were just gonna rough you up and take your money…….” His mouthed flapped in utter horror as the dark man reached in his pocket and pulled out a 50-pound note. “Well you wanted my money here…” the dark man drops the note and walks past the surviving kid, an ancient tune alight in his head.