The mid-august night was dark yet humid as Azia ran the
the dim lit street, panting as she steadily turn to glance behind her. She ran
as fast as she could away from the man In the black cloak knowing that if he
caught her it would be the last time she saw are family. The humidity started
to cool down as the sounds of thunder started to grow later
“All I fucking need
right now is a storm to hit” She thought as he tripped over a rock.
Catching her balance she turned around and still there was no sight of the man.
As the cool rain start to fall upon her forehead she looked for shelter somewhere
that was safe and most likely had full sullvenice just in case she wasn’t so
lucky to get away at least her love ones would know what happened to her.
Just as she stop to take a quick like she spotted a old
time hotel that acted as bar. She didn’t have a dime in her pocket but was
going in there any way to plead for a room of even a spot in a booth she just didn’t
want to running in the rain cold and alone.
The smell of old sugar daddies and over worked coochies
smacked her in the face upon walking in.
“Oh look at that fine thing” some glass eyed fool old
enough to be her grand father chuckled to all of his friends before he almost
choaked his self with his own cough.
“Don’t mind them Honey how may I help you” The middle
aged bar tender with long blond box braids and colorful nails said as she
pointed Azia to the spin stool in front of her.
“Ma’am may I talk to you In private” Although Azia lived
in the rough streets of New Jersey. She was from the Creole City of New Orleans.
“Sure, just give me a moment” The ghetto fabulous woman
swing hair waist length braids popping her gum like she step straight of the
set of Friday.
The Night grew longer as Old Man after Old Man sent her
drink of the drink and the loud squeals of hoochie hoodrats laughing where
directed at her since all the attention was directed away from them. It wasn’t her
fault that she had good looks and was tired of being treated like she made her
self using the finest material and left scraps for other bitches to use in
order to compete their faces.
“Lil Girl” the bartender said as she grabbed her purse
and pointed to the door.
“she usually I would do this, but you remind me of my daughter
so, are you hungry”? she said wrapping her hair in a bun.
“Yes Ma’am” Azia said shaking as a chills ran up her
spine.
As the talked while Miss J speeded through the back
street the steering wheel speeded uncontrollably, forcing the car to crash into
the side of a brick building.
Azia let out a loud scream as she jumped out and ran into
the near by building in order to gather help. As she bust open the lobby door she
heard cats purring as she started to knock on door after door. Door 18 flew
open as if it was waiting for her to appoarch it. She jumped back and turned to
keep going. When the lights in the building went completely off except the the
dim glow that came from a candle in Room 18.
“Hello, I hope you don’t mind if I come in” se yelled
before entering the room.
The door shut behind her the almost the same way it
opened. She started to shake as she saw the light started to peek from under
the door.
“Great the lights
are back on” She thought as she tried to open the door but she was locked
in in a panick she started to scream hoping someone would hear her. Moving
towards the near by window she expected to see the ambulance, loose bricks, or
even just nosey people but to her surprise it was empty as If nothing had
happened as a matter of fact there was no sign of Miss Jay, The Car or the
Addicent.
Just started feeling cold as she turned around stepped
back quick as she saw what was in front of her. She moved closely has she
thought her mind was playing tricks on her again, as she approached a shrine of
a gutted black cat in the middle of a circle of gutted crows flat on their
backs. She backed up into a wall the was covered in blood she turned around to
the words.
“The Preadator is always a
few steps ahead of it’s prey”
She jumped it wasn’t the first time she saw that hand
writing and she normally was on the other side of the evil that was about to
happen. She started to cry as the rough cold hands of the man in the cloaked
covered her mouth.
“Becareful of what you after for” The rasp voice
whispered in her ear as the claws from his other hand clawed her lower back.
“You just might get it” He continued to claw her.
It time Azia” he screamed biting into her neck as he continued
to claw her.
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