The night was bustling; restaurants filled
with busy bodies and romantic eyes. Night clubs filled with curious yet
unsettling crowds of people waiting for the opportunity to do something they’ll
regret the next day. The streets filled with colorful characters of every kind,
yet the night was not young, it was at its peak. As the darkness grew, within
the shadows lurk, the true color that bestows the world.
A woman in her mid-20’s walked away from a blind date that went terribly off the rails. This day was not hers to take. Her bright red fitted dress, high heeled shoes and fancy handbag glided through the emptiness of Nemo Street. The place is known for the stories of ghoulish creatures wandering the night; fiendish tales and urban legends that, through the years, have scared most people off whenever the clock strikes six.
No cabs passed by, no cell reception to her delight. Walking down through Nemo Street at the devils’ hour, she could not be more helpless. Rushing to reach her home, she tried to stay calm, yet her heartbeat said she shouldn’t. There were still ten blocks to walk but her heels couldn’t go on. She stopped under a streetlamp and took off her pointed shoes. She regretted the fact that she took this shortcut as she thought to herself,
“I must have been crazy to take this route”.
She never took a second thought as she furiously ran away from the most embarrassing scene in her life. Unknowingly, her date was a married man. In the middle of their late dinner, the man’s wife suddenly appeared. Everything went to chaos and in her defense, she knew nothing of it. She was just a human being wanting to be loved.
A cool breeze blew from behind her, hitting her legs and arms giving her goosebumps. Her skin turned pale, cold sweats ran down on the sides of her nose as her eyes frantically looked to and fro. There was a sense of danger in the air. She ran as fast as she could, trying to run from the shadows that followed her every step.
But with a slice of luck, she tripped on a crack on the floor. She slid a few meters away from the streetlamp. Her arms scratched and her legs badly bruised. Her large purse ruined, all her belongings on the ground. Tears came down from her eyes. On the distance, three huge looming silhouettes slowly approached her. The streetlamp illuminated them from behind. They were almost pitch black; the only thing clearly visible were the grins they had as they crept toward her.
One of them grabbed her bag while the other two helped her up. She thanked them shakenly as her voice cracked with a debt of gratitude. But out of nowhere, a white van skid and stopped beside them. The woman screamed at the top of her voice,
“No! No! Please no!”
She struggled and tried to fight from being put inside the van, but to no avail. Inside the van, she saw two at the front, three on her row, and three behind them at the back-row seats.
They started touching her in various places as the man on her left smelled her hair while the other on her right holds a .45 caliber Glock to her head and said,
“Don’t move, we’ll just have a little fun with you,”.
She started bawling, knowing deep inside that she might not live to see the daylight. In her mind, she thought that she should just have listened to her friends and lived her life peacefully without a man. Her dream of becoming a mother and living the rest of her life being able to take care of a family is all but gone.
Then the man with the gun bumped the butt of his pistol on her head, knocking her out. They started tearing her dress apart. Little by little, they worked their hands through various parts of her body. The two men at the back took pictures and recorded each second with their phones. Through all the fuss and excitement, a loud thud was heard outside of the van.
The man at the driver seat told the others to check it out. The man at the front seat beside the driver and three from the back went outside to check. They searched the top of the van, but nothing seemed to be there. They scanned the street to see if anyone was around but there was not a soul in sight. The street was dead silent, only the sound of rustling leaves from the cold breeze is heard throughout the night.
Moments after, the lamps go dark, leaving the van’s headlight the only remaining light source. Everyone was at their toes. The men outside rushed toward the car; their eyes wide open. Suddenly, the men inside the van heard screams of agony. One of the men outside crashed into the van through the driver-side window, half of his body hung outside the van. The driver, out of his wits, tapped the man hanging on the window. He checked if the man was alright, unsure of how to react at the gruesome sight. The man beside the woman then screamed,
“What is that?” as he pointed towards the windshield.
The driver looked to the front; there stood a being dressed in a red-hooded vest. Its face was pitch black; its lower body unable to be clearly seen.
“It’s a floating body!” the man with the gun screamed.
“What the hell?” the driver said.
“It’s a demon!” “Kill it!” the man with the gun exclaimed. Then suddenly, the streetlamp flickered. The demon-like figure was gone.
“What the– Where did he go!” the driver exclaimed in a panicked state.
Then there was a loud sound, a hand crashed through the left side window where the man beside the woman was sitting. He was pulled out within seconds.
“Where are you, coward?” The man with the gun shouted as he started shooting towards the top and on the sides of the van.
He hit the other man behind him on the chest by accident; the man dropped dead. The driver punched him on the face to make him stop.
“Stop panicking, you idiot, you’ll kill us all,” the driver said irritatingly.
Then there was a deafening silence. Cold sweats ran down their pale faces. The last two men in the van were on the edge of their seats, waiting for something to happen next. Their eyes blazingly look at all the angles they could cover. A loud crash was heard, and screams echoed throughout the empty street.
The woman inside the van woke up from the terrible sound. Her dress torn on the top; her lap filled with glass shards from the broken windows. She looked outside and dimly sees the man with the Glock shooting toward the demon-like figure as he screamed,
“Die demon! Die in hell!”
The gunfire lit up the scene as the demon-like figure continued to creep toward the man. As the demon reached the man, he clutched the gun barrel. The man kept shooting, but the gun clicked as air exited the barrel. The demon pulled the gun out of the man’s hands and threw it to the side and said,
“The brave fight up close; tooth and nail, while cowards hide behind a distance; behind a gun,”
The demon pulled him up by the collar and punched him hard as the man plummeted harshly on the ground. The lights turned on; the empty street filled with an unsightly scene. Blood plastered everywhere as unconscious bodies scattered around the now crimson van. The woman got out of the van and slowly crept to a different angle to get a better view of the demon. As she reached the back of the van, the demon was gone.
The woman was surprised, shocked of the sight before her. Then she felt a warm aura behind her. As the streetlamps flickered once again, a red hooded vest covered her torso. She looked at her surroundings, but no one was there.
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