Sarah
felt her stomach knot as she watched Aura dive away from the
streetlight's glow, into the surrounding darkness. A panic seeped up
from her stomach and filled her heart. She could almost feel the
cool steel blade against her throat. Her eyes caught the dim outline
of one of the trashcans she had seen earlier. Her hand flew to the
canister. The sound of metal scraping across the ground echoed
through the alley as she pulled the can from its resting position.
She felt as though she was caught in a slow motion video as she
played through the motions: gripping the handle, pulling it from the
ground, and thrusting it into Aura's path. Her gaze connected with
Aura's for a moment before the air was filled with trash. Aura's
eyes seemed to glow in the dark, like an owl's.
Sarah
watched in horror as Aura's feet wove past the canister, moving with
the fluidity of a drop of water navigating around oil. As Aura
glided around the mound of muck, her foot caught on Roger's
outstretched leg. She flailed her arms as her body toppled forward.
A glint of silver flashed in the light. The dagger clattered to the
ground as Aura collided with the nearby dumpster.
Sarah
grabbed Roger's arm as she took off toward the street. “Run!”
she shouted, pulling him into motion. Roger tugged away from her
grip and swooped down to pick up the weapon. In her peripheral
vision, Sarah saw Aura pull herself to her feet. She grabbed
Roger's hand and shot forward.
An
ear-piercing shriek followed the duo as they hurried away from the
alley. Sarah glanced back and saw Aura's menacing silhouette
standing in front of the dumpster. A chill raced down her spine as
she gazed at the woman, who now seemed larger than before. Her
golden eyes glimmered in the darkness. Sarah's unease deepened as
she realized that the woman was not giving chase to them. She felt a
torrent of rage wash past her, as though Aura's anger had become a
wave of radiation.
“You'll
pay for this. Mark my words,” Aura's cold voice penetrated the
night air.
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