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~ A Duet ~HER PART- The trees cast shadows that seemed to swirl into grotesque figures, figures that seemed to reach and grab for her. She shivered and wrapped her coat tighter around herself. She religiously stayed on the path, walking on a wide cement tightrope. Even though she felt soul-killing terror a perverse side of her wanted to throw herself into the gaping maws of the shadowy daemons, slowly sapping her of the life she decided that was not hers any longer. She wanted to throw her soul to the wayside, let it float gently down the River Styx. She no longer wanted to have to deal with the tedium and the embarrassment of her life. As she left the park and crossed the street, the opposing shadow of the ancient apartments she lived in hung like a cloak around her shoulders. The sound of traffic and sirens roared and squealed but they never reached her ears, all sound muffled, shielded by her nightmares. To her it was silent and she waited for the crescendo, the upswing, the spike of sound that would bring hell down all around her. And she waited to welcome it with open arms. And she waited, she waited as she unlocked the door, she waited as she walked up the ten flights of stairs, the elevator didn't work, never had. And she waited as she unlocked the door to her apartment and walked in. HIS PART- He woke up with the sun pouring through the large window, almost filling the room with sunlight. He moaned and pulled down the blinds. It didn’t help, the sun still streamed through. He grabbed a dark blue comforter and stuck it into the blinds, creating makeshift curtains. It stopped the sunlight and he looked a lot less tense. It wasn’t that the sunlight actually burned, but it sure felt like it. He sat down at the small breakfast table, in near darkness and lit a cigarette. He tried to remember why the comforter wasn’t there in the first place. He always put it up before he fell asleep. The sunlight, strong and fierce, still burned in his mind. He threw on some clothes, maybe clean, maybe not, and left his building. He stuck close to the large brick building, slowly creeping in the shadow. He had to watch a couple of places but was pretty sure which one he was going to hit. It was a small apartment, but the owner was a trust fund kid and kept regular hours. If he was lucky there would be a plasma T.V. and he could eat well for a couple of more weeks. Human flesh wasn't cheap. DUET- He slowly walked through the apartment with a large suitcase, the kind with rollers, and carefully looked through each of the rooms. It was what he regularly did, checked every room for the valuables and then rushed through grabbing what he had already marked worthy. The gun tucked into his jeans kept scratching his back. He adjusted it and headed back towards the living room. She unlocked the door and walked in. A man was standing there unhooking her Tivo. He turned and she waited, he pulled the gun and she waited. And then the crescendo arrived, the cacophony of sound blasted through the small apartment, the stab of strings as the horror monster attacks and she waited no longer. And he could feed.
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