Fighting to stay conscious, blood pouring from his chest and his mouth as he tried to speak. Crushing pain, oh God it hurt. Black and red ate at the edges of his vision as he watched the thin man walk away. Was it the rapidly falling night? Pain, confusion and hate. Oh God it hurt.

The thin demon walked away from the man he had just killed. The two women held the child between them, trying to protect her. He heard the man behind him trying to speak in a voice choked with blood and pain.
"d...damn. Yo.."
"Damn me to hell? Please, speak up." His voice dropped to a sibilant whisper. "It's getting hard to hear you." His head jerked around, however, when the man's words were spoken in a clear and empty tone.
"Thank you, mother."
"What?" Was all the demon was able to ask.
"My, mother." Spoke the man on the ground, steadying himself with a hand on the ground and picking up his fallen glasses. Wobbling, he raised to his knees, then his feet, swaying slowly. "I saw her, and she knows you. I'm going to kill you..."

The wreckage of the motorcycle caught fire then, the flames pushing back the dark of night. His back to the flames, his duster lit in shades of crimson. His face in shadow, light glinted off the man's glasses, his stance firm.
"You already tried..."
"You misunderstood." The man spoke, his tone shocking the demon into silence. Hollow and echoing, as if there was nothing inside the duster, a void that twisted the words into empty things that crawled through nightmares.
"I am going to kill you."



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