Short Story : A Story

It was a cool, rainy October night. The wind slightly blowing against shaking trees causing autumn leaves to drift in the air. The rain pitter-pattered on parked cars as if it was a song. The air was still crisp. It was around 11 o’clock at night when Maddie was walking home from her night job at Lucy’s Cafe. She normally took the bus, but tonight she had to close and the buses don’t run that late. She figured it was only a mile, she could just walk home. The sound of the rain got louder, the rain was getting harder and the wind getting more vicious. She knew something was off. She began to hear sounds of puddles being walked through on the sidewalk behind her. She slowly turned around, but no one was there. She speeded up her pace and kept walking forward, determined to get home. She began to hear footsteps on the cold, wet road this time. She quickly put her phone in her hand about to call her mother. She knew someone was behind her. Just as she started to run, she quickly felt a cold rush through her spine. It felt as though she had been turned to ice. Maddie’s legs became weak and she couldn’t stand. Everything went blurry, then black.

Zoe dug through the bin, reasonably at first but grew franticly the longer she went down. Kevin at first stood off, watching the clothes fly out the donation bin.

nodded, soon after he said “I’ll tell you everything you need to know, if you can work a deal

“You are, aren’t you?” Such a thing seemed so impossible, but the evidence was lying in my arms. “That’s why there’s two of you. That’s why you speak like you know me... like you know me more than I know myself.” Suddenly, curiosity overwhelmed me. “What else do you know about me?”

The moment we step past the threshold, we're greeted by a sea of people. “How can anyone else possibly squeeze in here,” I say as I glance

“Well, just for the sake of clearing things up, why don’t you tell me his name and where we can find him and then we’ll just politely ask him what he knows?”

I turn around to face him. “It wasn’t that hard. He’s the only one who’s been helping you.”

“You go up the stairs and take a left. It is the room at the end of the hallway with pictures covering it.”

“Oh, yeah, there’s no stairs down. Helps keep us in,” Jagger says, standing closely behind me. “So now what, angle?”

“Are you a Shadowhunter?” He asks. “How do you know about Shadowhunters?” I ask suspiciously. I look him in his eyes to see if he was possessed or something.

Coming up to the reflective double doors, I grab the handle swinging the door open and walking in casually. I mean, I am the founder of this businesses son, so things should run smoothly.

“I have a book with your name and address in it. A book on writing memoirs. What can you tell me about that book?”

"Ah, don't worry about it kid," He paused, "I'm more worried about how much you worked yourself up for this! Well anyway, I need to run a few blood tests and make sure you two are a match first."

Dante crept out of the room and shut the door to his home. The wind blew furiously at his black hair as he tried to keep up with the rest of the people. He let out a sigh of frustration and made his way through the crowds. In the distance, a girl not so young was shouting.

“It was nothing I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.” Delaney quickly hung up the phone so her mom couldn’t ask her questions anymore.