The dark sky covers my figure as such that none are able to see when I leap down, but since I've never been one for subtlety I land with a loud crash on my two feet right in front of him.
I see the brief confusion in his eyes when my strange figure emerges as if out of nowhere, the misperception aggravating even more since beyond that I stay in the path of his bullet, a crazy strange act on its own.
And yet he does not react at first, past his eyes widening a bit, as if taking his time trying to engrave the image of the strange creature standing in reach of his bullet, my long disheveled hair dropping in front of me and giving me an unkempt appearance of a homeless, and yet my eyes still manage to glare at him beyond that curtain of dark thick hair.
For a second we only stare at each other's eyes as the smile on his face drops, unblinking with a very fix gaze at me until another grin curves his lips up slowly, but this time in a far creepier manner.
