The Blue Within an Alley

On the very same night, in a different alleyway, an eyeball was gouged out by a sharp and skinny finger. An eye of a dead female in her mid-twenties. This blonde, innocent girl found her misfortunate end in this dark, and lonely, alley. The bright blue dress she had on emitted a sort of shine to it. It was still very noticeable and eye-catching—even in the dead of night, and the blackness of the alley.

Her second eye got gouged out next. And just like with the first, it got consumed by the man who ripped it out.

“Mmh, we got lucky with this one, eh?” A slouched man was sitting on the cold ground.

“Mh. We sure did!" The second man answered before ripping the flesh off of the girl's shin with his teeth.

The slouched one leaned down to bite down on the girl's forehead. As he bit into the forehead harder, the flesh began to tear, and he managed to rip it off with ease. In gluttony, he chewed on the skin.

The two feasted, savouring the taste of young flesh.

“Ah hell, guys. You've made quite a mess here,” the boy from earlier called out from the entrance of the alley. His hands are in his pockets.

The two men panicked, crouching on all fours as they stared at the boy. Their mouths were covered in fresh blood.

“Who the hell are you?” One of them called out aggressively.

“Me? I'm just Noah,” he answered. “I happened to be passing by.” He chuckled, “Guess it makes sense to tell you my name before I put a bullet in you two.” The boy took two steps into the dreaded alley, stopping right by a couple of tin bins.

The slouched one snickered, even cackled as he tried to hold in his laughter by biting his index finger. The other followed suit, also laughing.

“Hah, you are a funny one. You really picked the wrong night for a walk…”

“I know we already have dinner covered for tonight, but what is one more,” suggested the other one.

“Mh. Maybe we will keep you alive for a while longer, boy. As we rip that flesh off your skin,” said the slouched one with a terrifying smile.

He took a few steps towards Noah, before finally gaining speed.

The boy acted quickly, grabbing the metal lid of the trash can, and then flinging it directly at the man. The man felt the impact as it hit his stomach. He hunched forward and put his hand on the stomach.

While the man was forced to react to the pain, Noah ran towards him. As he got to him, he placed his hand on the man's back to vault over.

Noah, now, behind the slouched man, was staring at the other man, who was in front of him. Noah's expression was serious, it was no longer occupied by a cheeky smile.

The other man was not as aggressive. He was scared, even. Before he could attack or flee, Noah pulled his pistol out of his trousers and aimed it at the man. M1911, the pistol Noah gripped in his hand. He delivered a shot, shooting the man's eye out. Then the other one, before shooting him in the forehead with the third shot.

When the slouched man was finally able to regain some of his composure, he turned him and was greeted by the barrel of the M1911.

“What!” The man managed to say before getting his very own bullet in the forehead.

Noah sighed. After a moment of catching his breath, he holstered his 1911.

The flesh of the two men soon twisted inhumanely, distorting their expressions. Their skin turned to the colour of ash, quickly drying out. That was not—in all fairness—on Noah's mind at that moment.

“God.” He looked over at the corpse of the young, blonde woman. Her eyes were gouged out, and chunks of her missing.

“No matter how many times…” he murmured, as sat down on the cold asphalt of the alley. He crossed his legs and put his hands together, then closed his eyes and moved his head down. “Mom. Please take the soul of this woman…and protect it. Please,” he whispered. “She has been through enough now. It is time for her to rest for good; she doesn't have to be scared anymore,” he paused for a moment. “Do protect her.”

Noah decided to sit there for a while longer.