Dark Savior

Charlotte grabbed her purse and dug through to find her phone. Her phone dropped onto her lap. Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely pick up her device.

Sliding the phone open, she pulled up the speed dial. Paranoia made her look back to see if he was still knocked out. He was lying on the ground peacefully, and she shuddered out a breath.

The man was beautiful. Anyone would notice. Strong jaw and nose, pale skin, and long lashes. The exemplar of the perfect model face. He was tall as well. Dressed in all black from head to toe, no one could tell that there was so much carnage spilled on his clothing.

Charlotte shook her head as she grimaced. No matter how handsome, he was still a psycho. A murder. With no answers, she resigned herself to finish the task at hand.

She pressed the emergency number on the phone, and it rang for a bit before someone picked up.

"Hello, what is your..."

She was about to frantically relay everything on the phone knowing she was about to sound crazy. Charlotte opened her mouth, but before the lady finished her sentence, the line died.

She shook her phone in misery. She clenched her fist in frustration before reflecting. How did the phone die? The battery was halfway when she checked it earlier before leaving work. What was even happening with her?

Charlotte turned around to another person with bright yellow eyes standing on the rooftop of a building surrounding her right. Dread filled her gut, and she stared at the man beside her.

She couldn't get out of here by herself safely. Her hand stretched out before fully realizing, and she shook the man's shoulder frantically.

"Hey! Wake up!" Charlotte said. She shook him harder. "Wake up!"

He didn't stir. She pressed a hand to her face. What was she going to do? Her phone wasn't working, because of some magical reason. She was so confused but all the events that just happened. Charlotte pressed a hand to her chest to try and calm herself.

The man on the rooftop was pacing back and forth, and Charlotte was about to lose her mind. She tried to turn on her phone again to no avail. God was surely playing a crude joke on her.

The man on the rooftop finally made his move, and he scaled the side of the building at an alarming speed. Enough to make her question the world.

She shook the man beside her harder. Who were these people? The other person was getting closer, and the guy next to her wouldn't wake up. Didn't he protect her earlier or was she just imagining it?

Charlotte propped the man up next to the wall and huddled to sit behind him. If they were going to get mauled, she wanted to be the last one.

The other guy came barreling in, and Charlotte wrapped her arms around herself tightly. The thought of at least not trying to run clouded her mind. She couldn't give up like this.

She shot up to her feet and her foot started to go when the guy next to her pulled her back with full force.

Slamming into his side with a grunt, Charlotte knew she was going to have to put on thirty pain relief patches on her back if she got back home alive. She looked up to see his eyes were normal. She slapped his chest.

"What are you doing? That guy is about to attack!"

The other person who had a slicked-back hairstyle lunged at them, and the man next to her threw something into the air. The little circular object exploded, and the area filled with grey smoke.

Coughing through the smoke, a hand drew her out. She grabbed his shirt blindly, the smoke itching her eyes. He guided her out, and Charlotte took his hand without hesitation. She tried to catch her breath but ended up sputtering it all back out with all the smoke inhaled.

"We need to go," he growled.

"Wait, hold on," Charlotte wheezed since her chest was seizing up. She needed a moment.

He looked behind her before shaking his head, making the silver cross dance. "Time's up."

Grabbing her arm, he tossed her over his shoulder. Her stomach flipped, and she made an ugly grunt from the sudden movement. He made it look so easy when her world went upside down. Her face was down his back, and she punched him, kicking her legs wildly.

"Let me down!" she yelled. "What are you doing?"

"Hold on," he responded calmly and jumped.

Jumped was clearly and understatement for what he did. Charlotte screamed from the huge leap that was inhumane. She was losing her voice but she continued to scream anyway from shock. He scaled up the side of the building to the telephone poles before landing on the rooftops. Blood was rushing to her head, and her vision was going blurry.

"God, that blood was foul," he grunted wiping his lips.

Charlotte got a flashback of the moment he ripped the skin off the dead man's neck and the blood splattering. The rancid smell of death clinging to their skin. He leaped onto another rooftop, running like a superhero in a movie or rather a criminal making their escape.

She was getting nauseous, and Charlotte pounded her hands on his hard back again, trying to get out of his impenetrable hold. The world beneath her gave her a show of swirling colors and sounds.