~Prologue of Something New~

[Takahiro Shou]

A burst of imagination that I hope you guys enjoy. I'm sorry if there are some mistakes >.< Like the title said, it's a prologue (:

Btw, I'm incredibly open to criticism because I want to make my writing better. I don't know the title yet either, feel free to throw out some ideas (:

 

Fog and mist kissed the unguarded skin of a young man hurrying home from a day of work. He looked around nervously, he had heard of the stories, where people like him, were taken from the dead of night after work. Then in the morning nothing was left of them, only their clothes. It made him think of his family, of his wife and their new child. They were not wealthy and the baby represented one more mouth to feed but he didn’t mind, he always wanted to start a family. Nearby he heard a soft hiss that reminded him of snakes. Except there aren’t any snakes in London, they all lived in the countryside. Picking up the pace he almost screamed out, startled. He was walking so fast he didn’t notice the body that he walked right into. It was only a homeless man, but the homeless man was bleeding and dead and he heard the hiss coming towards him, louder than before. He started to run but only tripped over the dead homeless man and saw the man’s face upturned face which was opened-eyed, staring at him in uncontained glee. This time he screamed, he picked himself up and started running. After running for five minutes he turned around and looked back, confident that he left the body behind. Instead the homeless man was lying there with his dead, gleeful eyes, only a couple inches away from him. The homeless men picked himself up and launched itself into the young man’s chest. Now the homeless man had transformed into something hideous and dark, its features grotesque and undefined under the dimmed streetlight. The young man started to scream for help but it was too late. The creature swallowed him, cutting off his feeble cries and crunched his bones in pleasure. When the creature was done, it spit out the young man’s clothes and disassembled itself back into the mist and shadows.