Unfortunate Victim

The thudding of the pounding heart made her head go dizzy. She stepped back to the nearest building to catch her breath. Her head started to hurt, and she clutched her forehead, groaning from the pain that felt like needles to her brain.

She blindly reached out to try and push herself forward, but her limbs stayed immobile by her side. Why couldn't she move or run away? Her phone was in her purse, and she tried to tip her bag to the side to make her phone drop out of it. The police. She needed to call the police.

Her little pocket knife fell, clattering to the ground. She froze and stared at the man, but he didn't seem to pay any mind instead minding his own business by clawing at his neck. She struggled to pick up the switch knife up but finally pointed the sharp object at the man.

Her phone wouldn't come out of her bag as she shook it hard again. The man with pale wheat hair made a strange noise which pulled her attention away from her task of getting law enforcement. There was blood everywhere on his clothing, and he seemed to be using much effort to breathe.

The person was still far away enough from her for comfort, but his eyes were glowing. Glowing bright yellow. How was that possible? Fear struck her, and her hands started to shake.

Nowadays, everyone had all eye colors underneath the sun after a genetic breakthrough that was originally cosmetic but is now irreversible and passed through genes.

Her own eyes were often than not just described as a water colored painting in general due its odd mixture of pastel colors of pale blue to pinks to greens and purples. But glowing eyes? That was new and not normal. There was something clearly wrong with the person.

The person moved to the right to reveal a mauled body, and Charlotte shrank back in fear. The deceased woman's neck was shredded as was her face from claw marks. Her clothing was torn off leaving a scrap around her waist.

The murder was coughing out blood and wiping it as he finally caught Charlotte's witnessing eyes. He moved so fast, reaching toward her. Charlotte fell to her feet as she screamed for her life. Never had she ever experienced so much fear it rendered her speechless.

A body came flying through the air and landed on top of a guy who was just about to grab her. He was just as large as the blond who was haggard, standing heads high over her. From the newcomer's back, there was a flash of silver shining directedly to her from the dim moonlight that hit the metal straight on.

They were a few feet away from her, and she discretely walked a few inches to her right, hesitantly and carefully, despite her legs shaking desperately. They were having a silent stand off before the snarls were grotesque and animalistic from the blond.

The dark-haired man flung forward and got the murder into a defensive position, shoved underneath his arm. They kept on clawing one another, flesh coming off of the nails and landing on the ground by her feet. She collapsed by then since her feet weren't working. Charlotte pinched herself again and prayed that the whole situation before her wasn't real.

Tears fell quietly, and she curled into a ball. She still couldn't move, and she prayed to the heavens above for a great life even if it would disappear. Even if she disappeared.

Charlotte couldn't even scream at that part. She held her breath from the smell of death as tears streamed down her cheeks. The vicious images in front of her made her turn her face away into her shoulder to pretend it was all a dream.

The man on top broke a few bones when he punched the murder into the wall, breaking through the bricks. The cracking sound distinctly rang in her ears, and she cringed as the blond man below roared in anger. There was a huge crash, and a few that followed, as random canteens on the street were obliterated onto the blond person's head. There was a hostile hiss then everything went quiet.

Charlotte hesitantly opened her eyes to see the man with black hair's teeth sinking into the other man's throat. Charlotte screamed at the sight. It looked so wrong. The dark-haired man continued to bite into the blond as if he was only a piece of meat, and she gagged.

The blond gurgled and more blood spilled from his mouth, and he still tried to keep resisting to try and throw the other person off. Soon, his fight died as does his spirit as his head flopped to the side.

His hand landed close to her feet, and she could see the long length of the black nails caked with blood and human flesh underneath. There was a long trail of blood, as well as the signs of struggle from the large gashes into the brick walls and hole in the wall from their battle.

Her eyes met the other man's and watched as his throat swallowed, and she brought her hands to her face in horror. The man's eyes were also glowing yellow. He was just as insane.

The dangling silver cross on his ear, swayed with each movement, as he spit onto the ground the blood from the attack and wiped his red lips with his thumb. He retracted his teeth from the dead man and after a moment, the dead person fractured into dark ashes that flittered to the ground.

Charlotte couldn't believe her eyes. She stared at the place where the dead man once was. The man in front of her leaned back onto the brick walls and breathed in deeply, completely unconcerned about her presence. Her leg twitched, and she realized her legs could move again. She had to get out of there or else she would be the next meal.

She had just made a move, her shoes got traction on the ground, and took a sprinting position as she took off into the night. Charlotte didn't make it that far when the man pounced on her.

Grunting from the sudden force, Charlotte grit her teeth and screamed when his body collided with hers, slamming Charlotte's back into the wall. Fire blossomed from the impact with her breath was knocked out of her.

She tried to push his body off, wrestling with him. She wasn't going to give up. Never. She shook her head and tried to deny her death.

"Let me go!" Charlotte screamed.

Charlotte shouted for help, but there was no one around. No one to save her like the poor victim from before who laid lifeless alongside her murderer. She casted her teared up eyes up into the night sky.

From this distance, she was able to see the stars a bit. She closed her eyes. The man was about to bite her. Her body was tingling from the warm breath that puffed under her chin. She straightened her back and balled her fists at the side.

Death was the necessary cycle of life, but she didn't expect it would come to her so soon. She didn't have many plans for life, only to live a peaceful one with her family, and maybe when the time came create her own. Her life was bleak landscape, and maybe it was joke on her to say that she should get her life together.

Her chest was rising and falling steadily when all the thoughts ran through her head to calm her. It wasn't much, but she knew that her family would look for her and remember her dearly. She didn't know if it was too much to ask for family to remember her for the sharp pain that she would soon bear them.

His body fell on hers, and Charlotte cried out in pain. She glanced down in surprise to realize that he was unconscious. She couldn't even tell if he was breathing. Was he dead? Trying to wiggle her way out, she coughed out blood when she escaped the hold.

Wiping her damp forehead, she dry-heaved from the ungodly sights she had seen. Bringing her head up, she tried to calm her frazzled thoughts. The first thing. The first thing she needed to do was go to the police station.

As soon as possible.