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dark alley despair
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
I drop the knife and look around me.
"Where the hell am I ?"
There's a slight drizzle coming from the dark grey black sky. My clothes are soaked but not from the drizzle. It's a slight mist at best.
I'm alone in an alley. There's a blue dumpster against the back soggy brick wall with the letters BFI stamped on it. Someone had the humor to write Big Fucking Idiot in black spray paint under it. Somehow their inner Nostradamus knew I'd be here.
I'm in the city. I can tell from the distant city noises. Car horns beeping. people yelling.
It's dark out but not too late in the evening. I can hear buses and the muffled rumble of the subway beneath my feet. At least if I am still in Massachusetts, Bostons MBTA stops running around 2:A.M.
It's pitch black in the alley with the moonlight covered with clouds, but my eyes have adjusted to the darkness. I can see that this alley isn't a straight alley so I cannot see the street ahead.
There are windows carved out of the brick that are dark and ominous. Some with steal bars and others with steal screen mesh to keep out intruders, or maybe to keep them in. Heavy steel doors line the first floor with full black trash bags lining the walls and giant trashcans overflowing with discarded food and rats. The smell of urine and stale beer infest this space like cockroaches behind damp wallpaper. It's thick and nauseating to say the least.
I look down at the knife at my feet.
"What the fuck?"
I take a deep breath and wince in pain as my rib cage explodes with sharp stabbing pain. My head aches and I feel it throbbing in the backside.
There is blood all over my clothes but I am not bleeding. A minor victory to the rest of my dismay and new found injuries. Ribs are broken but at least I'm not bleeding!
I pat my jacket pockets and realize my cellphone is gone. So is my wallet. What the fuck happened?
I begin to make my way down the alley. I kick an empty bottle and it skitters noisily away spinning and startling the rodents that were hiding in the shadows.
I get to the bend in the alleyway and cautiously peek around the corner, making sure there was no ambush in wait for me.
All clear.
I can now see the street ahead of me. I see nobody but can hear the faint sound of loud techno music and drunk coeds coming from somewhere out there. The sound would get louder for a moment then muffled again indicating people coming and going into the nightclub.
There's always light at the end of the tunnel.
None of this jogs my memory though. Did I kill someone? If so where is the body? All I know is I have to get help.
Now that I can see my clothes they seem unfamiliar to me. I'm wearing a pair of brown pants, a torn blood soaked tan shirt and a jean jacket. None of which were familiar to me at all.
I make my way toward the street walking fast. There's about thirty yards before civilization and I'm desperate to find help. I am badly hurt and I have been robbed.
As I reach the street I look to my left and suddenly I am embraced by a classic looking vampire.
"There you are dickhead!" he yells excitedly. "Where the hell did you go, man? We've been looking all over for you! And here's your fucking mask, man! I look like an idiot in the club dressed as a vampire holding a goalie mask. You couldn't wait a couple more minutes to take a piss? And where is your knife ...."
As he kept rambling on I looked around the streets and noticed everyone was in costume. Clowns superheros and witches were drunkenly stumbling about laughing and having a great time. It's Halloween! I am Jason Voorhees and I just got robbed! Trick or fucking treat! I'm an idiot!
© Kinga77
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
I drop the knife and look around me.
"Where the hell am I ?"
There's a slight drizzle coming from the dark grey black sky. My clothes are soaked but not from the drizzle. It's a slight mist at best.
I'm alone in an alley. There's a blue dumpster against the back soggy brick wall with the letters BFI stamped on it. Someone had the humor to write Big Fucking Idiot in black spray paint under it. Somehow their inner Nostradamus knew I'd be here.
I'm in the city. I can tell from the distant city noises. Car horns beeping. people yelling.
It's dark out but not too late in the evening. I can hear buses and the muffled rumble of the subway beneath my feet. At least if I am still in Massachusetts, Bostons MBTA stops running around 2:A.M.
It's pitch black in the alley with the moonlight covered with clouds, but my eyes have adjusted to the darkness. I can see that this alley isn't a straight alley so I cannot see the street ahead.
There are windows carved out of the brick that are dark and ominous. Some with steal bars and others with steal screen mesh to keep out intruders, or maybe to keep them in. Heavy steel doors line the first floor with full black trash bags lining the walls and giant trashcans overflowing with discarded food and rats. The smell of urine and stale beer infest this space like cockroaches behind damp wallpaper. It's thick and nauseating to say the least.
I look down at the knife at my feet.
"What the fuck?"
I take a deep breath and wince in pain as my rib cage explodes with sharp stabbing pain. My head aches and I feel it throbbing in the backside.
There is blood all over my clothes but I am not bleeding. A minor victory to the rest of my dismay and new found injuries. Ribs are broken but at least I'm not bleeding!
I pat my jacket pockets and realize my cellphone is gone. So is my wallet. What the fuck happened?
I begin to make my way down the alley. I kick an empty bottle and it skitters noisily away spinning and startling the rodents that were hiding in the shadows.
I get to the bend in the alleyway and cautiously peek around the corner, making sure there was no ambush in wait for me.
All clear.
I can now see the street ahead of me. I see nobody but can hear the faint sound of loud techno music and drunk coeds coming from somewhere out there. The sound would get louder for a moment then muffled again indicating people coming and going into the nightclub.
There's always light at the end of the tunnel.
None of this jogs my memory though. Did I kill someone? If so where is the body? All I know is I have to get help.
Now that I can see my clothes they seem unfamiliar to me. I'm wearing a pair of brown pants, a torn blood soaked tan shirt and a jean jacket. None of which were familiar to me at all.
I make my way toward the street walking fast. There's about thirty yards before civilization and I'm desperate to find help. I am badly hurt and I have been robbed.
As I reach the street I look to my left and suddenly I am embraced by a classic looking vampire.
"There you are dickhead!" he yells excitedly. "Where the hell did you go, man? We've been looking all over for you! And here's your fucking mask, man! I look like an idiot in the club dressed as a vampire holding a goalie mask. You couldn't wait a couple more minutes to take a piss? And where is your knife ...."
As he kept rambling on I looked around the streets and noticed everyone was in costume. Clowns superheros and witches were drunkenly stumbling about laughing and having a great time. It's Halloween! I am Jason Voorhees and I just got robbed! Trick or fucking treat! I'm an idiot!
© Kinga77
