He’s out in the Rain (part 3)

He had attacked a petite young blond girl with short hair that night, she was perhaps five feet tall. For the woman it was quite a surprise when he slowly approached her and felt that this man took her jacket and pushed her forcefully against a wall; a tall man who wasted no time had removed the scarf from her neck and flung it up, thus dropping her garment onto a low ceiling. She would spend two months rotting on that roof, before she finally fell into the street thanks to the rains and winds. After being pressed against the wall, it all happened so fast for the woman, the pain she felt under her chin, in her neck, was like a growing burn, caught in her throat. That man was biting her, she at first moved and tried to fight, but her strength was fading little by little and her legs couldn't support her humanity. In addition, it was disturbing to hear the noise he made when drinking her blood, the sound of his throat as he contracted his muscles to suck the vital liquid, like when someone on a hot day drinks a bottle of cold water, as if saving his life. Her blood was extremely sweet, it even cloyed his palate, he wasn't a fan of this taste, but that didn't stop him from drinking like a beast. She wreaked havoc on that mangled, gaping, bleeding throat, the warm substance clouding the dark brown clothes worn by the girl who was now pale as death and her breathing had almost completely ceased. She departed from the world with her eyes open, wide open and the expression of live fear in a dead face. He at least had the courtesy of her, before leaving there, to close her eyes to give her a bit of dignity.

After he had left the body behind a dumpster, as if it belonged in that place. The man walked through the cold streets to distract himself for a moment, there were still hours until the sun began to show its face again, he closed his eyes and appreciated the coldness that embraced him, he knew that soon the rain would fall on him and it was going so which to wash a little that metallic smell, of fear, of death from his clothes, the rain made him feel a little calmer, it was like a whisper combined with a relaxing caress that gave him the sensation of being connected to something, to the drops of rain that hit against the residential structures, against the ground, against his own skin.

In another part of the city, Kira Valentin was approaching the supermarket. If the young honey skin had any idea what that simple act of leaving the house at that hour would turn into, the gold of the whole world would not convince her to go out through that dark blue door, a color that will combine with her prospect of the future. The bright mornings would become rare and the dark nights would deepen.

"Well, well," she thought as she looked at what was in front of her, "I don't know what I really want to eat. Maybe pasta? Of course not. Chocolate milk mixed with orange? No. I think it would be too much for my stomach at this hour. Cheese? Something with cheese? To whom I lie. I'm not a cheese lover. If I continue eating at these hours I will gain weight. I need to start being more careful with what I eat, but I'm not easy to gain weight. At this point I don't care. A few extra kilos wouldn't matter to me." Kira thought while walking through the corridors of the mini-market, which for her was not much more than a store, and incidentally, she remembered seeing the expiration date of everything she put in the red plastic basket.

The rain began to impact on the gray roof of the premises, the three people who were there at that moment, not counting the employees, began to reflect on their faces that it bothered them that it had to rain precisely at that moment. "Excellent. I forgot to bring an umbrella... »the girl sighed, lamenting her carelessness and resignedly she begins to take sweets, sweet breads, and isotonic drinks out of the basket, placing them next to the cash register. Thinking that this was going to be enough, though, with the feeling that something was missing. She paid for her purchases and left the place in a hurry.

The rain at the moment was light, if she was careful and hurried she could get home not so soaked. A few other people were doing the same, running through the rain as if escaping an attack by Africanized bees. Kira was holding the bag with her purchases, while she hurried avoiding getting wet in the rain as much as possible and thus not waking up tomorrow with a cold; severe cold that generally lasted several days despite taking medication, he meditated that if his hair were not so short he could better protect his head from the contact of the rain, but his dislike for combing his hair and caring for long hair led him to have it short since Several years ago, as some would say, as a young man, keeping only a fringe that he combed to the side and reached his nose, brushing several times with the small mole that was on his left cheek. Suddenly, as she walked past avoiding the puddles that had formed, she sees in the distance to her right, a human figure not trying to shelter from the downpour. She doesn't know why, but she felt a great curiosity, intrigued by that proud silhouette that was standing there, at that moment it seemed that the sense of her mistrust had been hidden somewhere. In a small alley he sees a person standing in the rain, wearing dark clothing: a mid-knee length parka, which was possibly a similar color to the pants and footwear, which appeared to be military boots. He was in profile and due to the distance she couldn't see him very well, she supposed from his height, constitution and the posture of his body that he was a man, a strange man who was just there, standing, motionless, as if detained in time, allowing the downpour to drench him as if no one else existed, as if he and the rain were the only ones in the world and the rest was just an insignificant mirage.

After looking at that scene for who knows how long, the young woman tried to go on her way silently, but the bag where she was carrying her purchases broke without warning and that caused some noise that could not possibly have been heard amidst the sound of the noise. rain against the surface, but in her nervousness she kicked a rusty metal bucket that was unfortunately very close to her. That man turned her withering face to where the young woman was, then her body did it too, she took a step, then she took another two steps towards her, and so on. Kira became a little nervous, she didn't dare pick up her things and started walking faster, technically she was almost running. Something told her that she had to get out of there as soon as possible. She felt a strange presence, as if that man was right behind her. She growing worryingly close to her.

"Why is this so lonely?" she asked herself desperately while looking around from the corner of her eye. She thought that maybe it was her imagination and no one was following her, she took courage and turned around. There was no one. «Don't be such a coward, Kira», she told herself, she mentally scolded herself as she breathed a sigh of relief, but when she planned to continue on her path and turned her face, she found herself face to face with that subject. inches from her forehead. Her heart sped up instantly, she stepped back and the man didn't move one bit, he showed no reaction, the expression on the man's face was hard to read, he kept a neutral expression as the rain slid down the strands of the pitch black. hair, Kira had doubts as to whether this man was breathing. Shocked, she could not move from that place, her body did not respond as she should, her response was to tremble; in the dim light offered by the street she can see the individual's face clearly: straight black hair, skin white almost like milk, dark eyes that seemed to hold terrible things, thin, with an appearance that in different circumstances she would say was good-looking, even, she would say he was beautiful, one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen. Kira at first didn't know how to react, until she controlled her nerves and was able to speak.

"I don't have money," he said, clenching his hands without raising them, digging his nails into his palms. I have nothing of value," she said while he moved his hands with a slight tremor, forward with signs of denial. Please, I don't want any trouble," she said as she tried to control her voice and her tremors, which were due to the mixture of the cold rain and the initial feeling of alertness that quickly turned into panic.