The moon was out. Its full iridescent midnight glow overpowered any other streetlight down below. A mellow wind blew across the heavily lighted streets of New York City. A symphony of flying papers danced in the air before finally dying down. Cars strolled by and slowed down at the sight of a red light. One or two people walked through the lonely streets. Even in the city that never sleeps, there were corners that were silent and lonely.
Suddenly a shadow poured into the eerie streets. It was a man. He was breathing frantically and was almost out of breath. Another shadow dropped from high above the sky and landed in front of the terrified man. “You dirty half blood!” it hissed. The man dragged himself slowly across the dry hard asphalt. The other shadow quickly grabbed him by the neck and lifted him into the air. “You don’t deserve to live!”
The man kicked wildly at the shadow but its grip was too strong. The sound of horns invaded the air. A car was coming and it was nearing close. “Have a nice trip” said the shadow as it slammed the man onto the unforgiving cement. The shadow flew up in the air and vanished. The man was dazed for a second and stood up as fast as he could but it was too late. The car crashed into the man and sent him flying into a nearby light post. A large snap came about as the lamp post tumbled into the ground. The man’s frail body broke into two. Blood splattered out violently and decorated the streets.He was dead.
The car’s headlights stared at the dead corpse. It took off suddenly and disappeared into the darkness. The shadow, who was watching in satisfaction, was on top of a nearby building. It chuckled loudly to itself and said “that’s what you get you little piece of half blood shit”
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