A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.
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He ran down the alleyway, refusing to look back and see whatever it was that had started chasing him several blocks back. He knew that Jack was gone, there had been a short scream and a wet crunch behind him a few minutes ago, but he figured that would keep whatever it was busy for a while. He was only a business partner, he could find another one. Besides, if he got out of the neighborhood he would get twice the cut he had expected originally.
He heard a roar several meters behind him, followed by loud footsteps.Still refusing to look back, knowing that whatever unearthly horror he would see would stop him in his tracks, he began sprinting harder than before. After several moments, the footsteps stopped abruptly. He didn’t stop sprinting, but found the silence somewhat reassuring. This left him a moment to examine his surroundings for the first time since he had begun to run.
He was at the edge of the neighborhood, he realized. It was a massive stroke of luck that he had been chased in the very direction that he had intended to go in anyway, and he let out a sigh of relief. Taking a longer look around, he spotted the space between two houses that he and Jack had entered through. He jogged over to it, making sure to keep the package in his jacket pocket safe, and walked into the roomy space between the walls of the abandoned homes.
Around the halfway point of his walk to freedom, he heard footsteps from behind. After a moment, he heard a loud creaking from the dilapidated walls around him. He began to run once more, trying his best to reach the end of the makeshift tunnel before anything happened. Another moment passed and he felt the walls closing in. He preemptively sidled up against the wall to his left and began to slide across as fast as he could.
He reached the end, one hand outstretched, when the lights appeared. Beyond the houses was supposed to be an empty stretch of land, reaching into oblivion. Now, all he saw was a blinding light and a silhouette framed against it. He shut his eyes and turned away until his eyes had adjusted to the brightness, then opened them once more. The walls had closed around his body, leaving only centimeters for him to attempt to maneuver his way out. It wasn’t happening, so he returned his attention to the silhouette.
It was definitely the body of a woman, he thought, although there was also something inexplicably strange about it. The edges of her body, framed against the backdrop of blinding light, seemed to be flickering somehow. Wavering up and down, not maintaining any real physical form. He felt his heart drop. This was what had killed Jack, he was certain. He tried to say something, but failed.
"You have something of mine." The silhouette’s voice was indescribable. Several voices, high and low pitched, twisted together into one, united monotone.He remained silent, stunned into speechlessness.
"Give it to me, and I will let you out of the walls."
He didn’t see any other choice at this point. “I…Can’t move…” He said, the walls restricting his movements to small jerks and twitches. The moment he said it, the walls returned to their natural positions. He rubbed his side and pulled the package out of his jacket. He tossed it toward the silhouette, who he didn’t see catch it, but must have because it was in its hand.
"Don’t know what the big deal is," he said, "Just some rock."
"The Philosopher’s Stone is much more than that." The silhouette flickered angrily, "You should never have come here. Tell me the name of your employer, and I will let you leave."
"Yeah, sure, uh… He called himself Voight."
The silhouette remained silent, then appeared to nod. A second later, it vanished along with the lights, leaving him in the darkness of the night once more. He looked around for a second, decided that he was safe, and began to walk forward. He ran into an invisible barrier, and began to panic. The silhouette appeared just a few feet beyond it, facing him silently.
And now he could swear that he heard heavy footsteps falling behind him…