Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190701151243/@comment-25828117-20190718151726

Meanwhile, somewhere just outside a town once called Madison.

The night sky was completely cloudless, allowing the moonlight to adequately illuminate Main Street's tarmac road, cracked and dilapidated as it was. In a way it was quite beautiful. It was certainly peaceful. Madison was a small town that, like so many after the war, had been completely wiped from the map and still abandoned two centuries on. As such, that beautiful round moon and those twinkling bright stars were really the only sources of light. Where they could not reach dark, cold shadows took over. In alleyways, behind corners, under canopies and more specifically, next to the movie theater complex adjacent an old mom & pop store...

The doors to that theater, big glass panels with copper push bars, burst open and a woman came sprinting out. Her long brown hair was matted to her scalp and what was left of her torn clothes clung loosely to her wet body. Frantically she looked around, as if she couldn't believe she was actually standing there. But a lot of time she had not. Panic took her as she screamed:

"Somebody Help! Heeelp!"

She received no response from the abandoned town.

The woman, practically still a girl given her age, felt her heart sink and her face become warm from the tears flowing from her eyes. While still sobbing she started to run down the street as hard as she could. She had to hide, otherwise he'd find her.

She looked in horror as she noticed the old street lamps flicker on and off along the street.

He was coming!

Without thinking she practically tossed herself behind the wreck of a car and subsequently tried to make herself as small as possible. The sudden stop hadn't allowed her to acclimatize properly and she drew short ragged breathes as if there was a black Friday sale on oxygen. Her hair stood on end, she dared not move but a doubt in her mind kept telling her she was a giant and sticking out from behind the edges of the car.

She felt her hands shake especially as she looked up and saw the street lamp next to the car flicker faintly like the rest of them.

He can't see me... He can't see me... Was all that she could muster to think about. But as she regained her breath and the beating of her heart didn't sound so loud, she could hear nothing in the street but the faint flickering hum of the lamps. No footsteps. Though she knew for a fact he was out there somewhere, he just wasn't running after her. In truth that was an even more terrifying thought and she could feel her heartbeat rise again. With it came the sense of paranoia that perhaps he knew where she was, after all, she hadn't run that far off, she couldn't have.

With a knot in her throat the tormented girl steeled herself and dared to peak through the broken windows of the car. She was in the shadows, he couldn't possibly spot her from just a peak.

Main Street was empty. The doors of the theater were still flapping open and closed on the old rusty hinges.

"Where is he..." She whispered under her breath.

The street lamps' buzzing grew louder and louder and then the glass shattered causing fragments and sparks to escape. All across the street, one by one the lamps shattered.

Before the girl could even react the sparks turned into flames and once they hit the buildings lining Main Street they turned into infernos. She was forced from behind the car, off the sidewalk back onto the road. Just like that the entire town appeared to be engulfed in flames and the bright red light of fire overtook the moon as the primary source of light.

"No!" The girl screamed as she felt her knees start to wobble. The doors of the theater opened and from the burning building a silhouette of a man walked on to the street. Miraculously he was not on fire.

"Jennifer..." His voice was crystal clear. Even when he had raised it so he could be heard it was almost as if he were serenading it.

Jennifer sobbed and felt the last bit of power she had left leave her body, causing her to stumble to the ground.

"No... Johnny, No..."

The man approached. The fire seemingly growing more fierce in the stores he passed by.

Jennifer could only cry knowing death was coming for her.

"Jennifer, baby... Why you gotta be like that, huh?" He feinted ignorance as if he did just cause a town to spontaneously combust.

"J-Johnny... I-I'm sorry... I won't be bad anymore. I promise!"

The man stopped at Jennifer's feet where she lay on the ground. It made it look like he towered over her. Not that he could ever be remotely considered small. In truth, he was perfect. Perfect in any way.

Johnny crouched by her side and a handsome face smiled down at Jennifer, one worthy of a fashion model. If this was about looks, he'd simply be what was called "a dream". Johnny seemed to be aware of how easy on the eye he was too since he brought a hand into his light-brown curly locks and smoothed it back to keep it perfect again.

"Yes. You won't be." He said with that easy smile of his.

Jennifer couldn't help but smile back from behind her tears. A meek hopeful smile.

That ended when she found a knife stuck in her neck. Johnny's face did however remain exactly the same. As life left her, gurgling and suffocating, Johnny stood back up, feeling slightly disgusted that his knife was covered in blood.

He took a napkin from his pocket and carefully cleaned his blade until it once again shimmered in the light of the moon above.

With a sigh he signaled that he was done here and started to walk.  The moment he left Main Street the theater complex crumbled and fell apart, taking a good chunk of the town with it.