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MadylineJames
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Seline stifled a yawn, leaning back in the uncomfortable café chair and eyeing the laughing blonde on across the patio. She'd been tailing the sweet young lady for days. She was one of those people who made everyone around them smile. She couldn't see the dark, twisting shadow that hovered just behind her shoulder. Seline could though. She had been able to for years. For a long time, she thought that she was just going mad, until she finally put two and two together and figure out what it was. She could see the shadow of death, clinging to his soon to be victims.
For so long she tried to ignore it, and she slowly spiraled. It felt like it was her fault, every time she saw a familiar face on the news. She'd seen him, walked past her. Could she have stopped it, should she have stopped it? She was driving herself mad; each death broke her heart a little more. Finally, one day, she just cracked. He was just a kid. Maybe ten. The shadow of death clung to him like tar, and something in her snapped. She followed him for days, and was there to snatch him out of the path of a drunk driver.
From that day she swore that she'd do all she could, no matter what. She still lost people, of course. She could only help so many and each lost person tore at her heart, but she still pushed on. This one, Macie her name was, was maybe twenty. Seline had seen her around the campus a few times, and the shadow had appeared three days ago. She hadn't figured out what the threat was yet, but she was sure it would happen soon. Shadows usually showed up around three days before the victims death.
Seline was jerked out of her thoughts when Macie stood, and she quickly pulled herself out of her own seat to follow behind her. She pulled the hood of her jacket up closer to her cheek as they walked. Macie's shadow was twining closer and closer; whatever it was would happen soon. Macie turned a corner ahead of her and she sped up so she wouldn't lose her. When Seline rounded the corner Macie was just stepping into an alley and Seline's instincts twisted in her gut. This was where it was supposed to happen.
She started to jog towards the narrow opening, and the sound of raised voices spilled into the street. When Seline peeked in she saw Macie, money in hand, arguing with another man in the alley. Arms were waving, the money was smacked out of her hand and scattered across the filthy ground. She saw the bright flash of metal-a knife? Prepared as always, she yanked her phone out of her pocket and hit the audio she'd saved for times like these. The shrill sounds of sirens filled the alleyway. The man startled, the knife fell from his hands, and they both ran. Before Macie turned the corner she saw the clinging shadow slowly start to fade, and she smiled tot herself. She may not have stopped whatever Macie was doing, but at least this particular death had been avoided.
Seline stifled a yawn, leaning back in the uncomfortable café chair and eyeing the laughing blonde on across the patio. She'd been tailing the sweet young lady for days. She was one of those people who made everyone around them smile. She couldn't see the dark, twisting shadow that hovered just behind her shoulder. Seline could though. She had been able to for years. For a long time, she thought that she was just going mad, until she finally put two and two together and figure out what it was. She could see the shadow of death, clinging to his soon to be victims.
For so long she tried to ignore it, and she slowly spiraled. It felt like it was her fault, every time she saw a familiar face on the news. She'd seen him, walked past her. Could she have stopped it, should she have stopped it? She was driving herself mad; each death broke her heart a little more. Finally, one day, she just cracked. He was just a kid. Maybe ten. The shadow of death clung to him like tar, and something in her snapped. She followed him for days, and was there to snatch him out of the path of a drunk driver.
From that day she swore that she'd do all she could, no matter what. She still lost people, of course. She could only help so many and each lost person tore at her heart, but she still pushed on. This one, Macie her name was, was maybe twenty. Seline had seen her around the campus a few times, and the shadow had appeared three days ago. She hadn't figured out what the threat was yet, but she was sure it would happen soon. Shadows usually showed up around three days before the victims death.
Seline was jerked out of her thoughts when Macie stood, and she quickly pulled herself out of her own seat to follow behind her. She pulled the hood of her jacket up closer to her cheek as they walked. Macie's shadow was twining closer and closer; whatever it was would happen soon. Macie turned a corner ahead of her and she sped up so she wouldn't lose her. When Seline rounded the corner Macie was just stepping into an alley and Seline's instincts twisted in her gut. This was where it was supposed to happen.
She started to jog towards the narrow opening, and the sound of raised voices spilled into the street. When Seline peeked in she saw Macie, money in hand, arguing with another man in the alley. Arms were waving, the money was smacked out of her hand and scattered across the filthy ground. She saw the bright flash of metal-a knife? Prepared as always, she yanked her phone out of her pocket and hit the audio she'd saved for times like these. The shrill sounds of sirens filled the alleyway. The man startled, the knife fell from his hands, and they both ran. Before Macie turned the corner she saw the clinging shadow slowly start to fade, and she smiled tot herself. She may not have stopped whatever Macie was doing, but at least this particular death had been avoided.