ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪 And then, It came. Death.
ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥 Faster than you had time to blink, the taller of the two pulled a gun from his holster, firing a clean shot directly through the bartender’s head. Screams ripped out across the masses as immediate panic set in.
One of the men walked casually towards the center of the club. “Clear this place out, boys.” His voice held no emotion. “Kill any witnesses.” Your blood ran cold as you froze in fear.
Everyone began to run in different directions, fleeing to any exit available. But, like moths to a flame, the men in black were waiting for them.
At every exit, two or three of the men were stationed, ready and waiting for the masses to come to them. It was then that you saw it.
You watched in pure terror as each of the men’s canines lengthened to an inhuman extent. It took only seconds before they began to tear into the helpless crowds. Your back slid down against the wall as you watched each of the men rip into their victim’s throats mercilessly.
Your heart racketed inside it’s cage as your mind drew up a blank. You were trapped. They were killing everyone. And they were going to kill you, too.
Your eyes flew to the wall across your own; the bathroom. The likelihood of it having a window or back door was extremely low, however. The screams of those around you echoed in your mind as you fought to give direction to your body.
It was then that you saw him. Or, more accurately, he saw you. He was one of them, a black jacket to match his jet black hair. His eyes were glowing from across the club as they met your own.
You had been found. And yet, as he glared at you from across the floor, no one moved. Both of you remained as still as stone, as though he was just as afraid to approach you as you were of running.