100 Theme Challenge #3

3. Dark

A small flame lit up the alley. The man inhaled through his cigarette before closing his zippo, putting it away in one of his pockets. He continued to walk through the silent streets, desert this late in the night. He'd finished a report late in the evening and only wished to return home, to his wife and his son. And if he could have a smoke on the way back, she didn't have to know.

His footsteps echoed loudly against the pavement, making him feel like he was being followed.

Things weren't so smooth between his wife and him lately to be honest, thus half the reason he was staying so late at the office. She had become… whiny, and sneaked unto everything he was doing. This was becoming quite maddening.

He made a pause when he heard something behind him for real this time. He turned around, thinking it might be a cat, but there was nothing. Struggling, he continued on his merry way, only to hear the same thing a short moment later. Now he didn't like it, he shouldn't have took this road, which he didn't normally used. Taking an unknow way through the dark had been a foolish idea.

He looked around, tried to distinguish anything, but the lack of light wasn't helping. Sighing to himself, he walked faster, thinking the faster he'd be home, the faster he'd be safe from whatever was lurking somewhere around him.

"Peter…"

This time he clearly heard his name being whispered. He thought he was going to relieve himself in his pants.

"Who's there?" His cigarette was long forgotten between his fingers, and he dropped it when he saw something fly before him. He fumbled to retrieve his zippo. The small light was enough for him to discover someone crouched between two dumpsters, their back to him.

"Hey, are you okay?" He slowly approached when he got no answer and touched the person's shoulder. They turned around.

"Oh, I soon will be."

Peter screamed.

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