Chapter 33 Eclipse

"Hold your fire."

Detective Xia walked and put one foot in front of the other, "I said, put your hands up."

She ordered as she held her finger on the trigger, her heart beating faster.

As she approached, she noticed their faces were not visible, only sharp razor teeth. There was heavy breathing.

The closer she came, the taller the mysterious figure appeared to be. Detective Bolin walks up, holding his gun, "Are you bloody idiots deaf? I said get out of here."

The unknown figures raised their right arm simultaneously as a cold-icy breeze blew through the alley with a thick fog of mist following. Everything around them seemed blurry as they rubbed their eyes.

It felt like they had been sprayed with pepper spray on their eyes. Detective Xia and Bolin covered their mouth and eyes as they swiftly moved backward.

There was a frantic cough behind them from one of the officers. With it being so misty, they couldn't see anything, but they could hear, "help me," said one of the officers.

Xia turned around, removing her torched and shining it down in the alley. The two cops behind them were gone, and Detective Bolin shined the torch to the ground and saw blood on the concrete ground. The officer's guns were still lying there.

They heard heavy footsteps coming closer. Detective Xia fired a shot in the air as officers came running down the hill with firearms.

A dark shadow drew closer around the officers as they turned and looked around as the fog spread, covering the entire central part of Newlands.

There were coughs and screams around them.

Detective Xia told Bolin to stand with his back against hers.

There were distant whispers all around them as steps started becoming loud. Xia wiped her eyes momentarily and saw something she was not expecting to see.

It was a man dressed in a grey suit. He wore a silver Rolex watch. He appeared pale, like someone who had not seen daylight. His lips, his lips, she repeated in her head.

His lips were so red, like strawberries. His black hair was combed perfectly to the back as if he had just climbed out of a shower, and he had his suit jacket over his right arm.

He wore a red waistcoat with a silver chain, which sparkled brighter than anything she had ever seen.

He glanced at her, and she glanced back at him as if she had known him for many years.

He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite grasp it. His eyes were bright hazel brown, like a gold and brown color, combined, something unexplainable.

Detective Xia felt a cold hand on her throat, and the next moment she was being pushed up against a wall.

Whoever this was a powerful grip, she felt as weak as a puppet being shared around from left to right. She grabbed the hands which were holding her up in the air.

She tried with all her strength to break loose, but it was like being tied down with a chain by both arms and legs, and the harder she fought, the weaker she became.

Just as she was giving up, accepting she would die like the others today, something happened, something she had not expected to happen. This sharp, bright light was illuminating from the dark out of nowhere like a lighthouse shining into an alley. It was sparkly and beautiful.

She was mesmerized by the beauty of this magnitude of light. The bright the light became, the weaker the grip became.

For a moment, Xia thought she had died, which is what heaven feels like.

Her stress fell away, and complete calmness succumbs. The light radiates, and she notices this beautiful figure standing before her. It had this perfect place and bright hazel eyes as it let out a gentle smile.

The grip around her neck loosened, and as she fell to the ground, she felt her body to see if she still had one.

The light had a sharp flash as it disappeared like a lightning strike.

The fog had disappeared, and the only light on was the passage's orange light, which kept flickering like a disco light.

Xia placed the palm of her right hand around her neck as she leaned forward, breathing faster and heavier, trying to catch her breath.

She had a near-death experience, she thought, as she realized that it was quiet.

If a needle dropped, it would echo in this alley with the silence, except for something by the bin, she heard a sound in the bin and shined her torch fearlessly, accepting she should have been dead, and if death wanted her, she would have been dead now.

Xia looked around, shining her torch in the passage. She saw the cops lying on the ground.

She bent down, placing her middle finger and index finger on their neck, feeling for a pulse.

Their bodies were cold and stiff, as if they had been lying there for days. That's when Xia noticed the two bite marks on the neck. She stared at it running her index finger over it, making sure her eyes were not deceiving her.

She sauntered over to the bin holding her gun in front of her. The green dustbin in the alley had a few Griffiti work on it, words like 'BoyZ' and 'Hood.'

Not taking her eyes off the bin, she paced slowly toward it when the light in the alley flickered. Xia took her eyes off the bin by getting distracted by the lights, and the lid flung open.

She jumped back and opened fire, but the dark shadow had long faded between the debt of darkness. Bolin lay on the side of the trash can, applying pressure with his right hand to his waist. Had she just shot Detective Bolin?

Upon seeing him, she ran to his eyes, and the bullet hit his abdomen.

As he started to breathe heavily, he lost consciousness.

He could hear sounds and Xia's voice close to him, but everything seemed to blur. Slowly, he stepped down into the dark tunnel, looking for Xia, "why are you standing there in tears?

Come on."

That's when he walked closer and saw him lying in the cold with his mouth open and eyes shut. He was covered in blood.

"Hang in there, Bolin."

This had never happened in her career: "What was he doing behind the bin?"

Xia called for backup and applied as much pressure on the wound as possible, but it seemed as if the more pressure she had applied to the wound, the more it bled.

From the corner of her eye, she saw shadows. As she tucked closer to the detective, she looked frantically around, screaming, "come out."

Was she losing her mind?

Was she hallucinating? Xia stood up and pulled out her gun, wavering it around; the fog still burned her eyes even after it all was gone.

Detective Bolin's eyes closed as his heart stopped beating. A tall, dark shadow appeared from the bottom of the alley, and another one appeared.

She pointed her gun, afraid to pull the trigger. As the shadows came closer, it was as if it was floating.

The closer it came, the more visible.

These were no ordinary shadows, the shadows of a dementor with red eyes.

They floated to detective Bolin as if they had floated into his body. As he began to shake, Detective Xia aimed her firearm at him.

The backup arrived with an ambulance. Detective Bolin had stopped bleeding.

When he opened his eyes, she saw his eyes were black, as if he was possessed, and he stood up. The cops came rushing over, and his eyes changed back. He looked up, "Xia."

"Those assholes got away."

Xia felt dizzy with everything that had happened and collapsed. Detective Bolin took over the crime scene, walking amongst the dead bodies.

It was countless. The mist of the cold air illuminated beneath the flickering orange light.

I woke up with a sudden chill, and cold air had blown through my window. I stood and had this feeling I had never felt before.

It was like a feeling of no emotion and unease, like something far worse was just born tonight. I walked over to the window. The street lights were flickering.

I looked over my shoulder. My room door was open, and this house felt more like a shell of protection than a feeling of belonging.

I closed the window and walked over to my sister's room; she was tight asleep. I went downstairs, and that feeling stuck with me.

I could feel it in my gut evil amongst us had just been born.

I heard a wolf cry from afar. As I looked up through the kitchen window, the moon turned red. "You're next," came a whisper as I turned around.

My blue stone lit up as I looked around. There was no one but pure darkness and the red moonlight shining through the kitchen window.