Ah, an early riser?
The kid spins around to search for the voice, he's sober enough to know that's not him or his thoughts. Besides, what's with that accent?
The newcomer steps into the limited light, and his appearance is somewhat off-putting to the kid. He is wearing a sleek black suit, like he's from one of those rich business owners in the city. His tall, lean figure towers over him, and he's smiling... and those eyes...
The kid is sober enough to know there's something dangerous about him, and his gut feeling tells him to run, but his feet feels like someone shackled him to the ground.
Aren't you supposed to be at home? Don't all the little kiddies have a curfew nowadays?
This fellow talks like he is dicussing about the weather.

editeditedit.

Such a shame, you can't say goodbye to your parents, your friends... are you sure they really care about you?
Panic is rising in his chest, his throat constricted so his voice is softspoken. "I... should be getting along.
The fellow sighs, but is still smiling. "I'm afraid not. You see, Connor, (the teen makes an audible gasp... who is this man... or is he even human at all?) I don't make exceptions to the rule, and rules are rules. I seek younglings who I feel are... wasting their lives. People who are self-absorbed, sorry excuses to mankind. They believe that rules don't apply to them. So what good are you here? What makes you think you are worth something?
I..." His voice falters. He notices the fellow's tongue is silver and snake-like. What is this? "I want to go home.
We want a lot of things, but you have to make some sacrifices,", he snaps back. His calm voice has shattered, he's starting to get irritated.
A second figure steps out of the shadows, as if it's been waiting there this whole time. Except it's not a person... it's a thing.
The figure is abnormally shaped, even though it looks small in size, it already looks intimidating. It slinks into the light, right beside the fellow.
Oh god, so the legends are true.
The fellow sighs. "Don't damage him, he's still of some use.

The figure slinks forward, the boy is too traumatized to move a muscle.
Not even a scream escapes him...



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