Page 3 - Demo

Chapter 3 - Rituals of Encounter
Into the half-light of the street lamp dark figures walk towards us, hooded heads and leather outfits with the distinctive insignia; LeRoy’s gang. I don’t see him but I am wary. The guy in front walks with a familiar shuffle. He’s carrying a pair of sawn-off shotguns, held on each shoulder, sentry style, and each trigger covered by a twitching finger. He is the danger; the rest of the gang carry softball bats, steel pipes, golf clubs and an array of knives and chains. Something distracts me, behind them, it’s that strange mist again, a deeper colour this time, a slow pulse as it hovers above the group. I think I am the only one that sees but there is no time to think about that.
Keeping a wary eye on the group, my mind goes into action; think fast, what to do, the girls, how to defend, when to attack, who takes who? But I can’t ignore that damn mist, I mean the bloody thing’s getting brighter and brighter, I need to focus, but it draws me, I stare. A