I saw something he was holding in his hands, a very curved iron bar with double blades on each side, feeling as if it was still hanging over my neck.
I was still shocked when suddenly something pulled my coat. I turned around to check, and I saw little pointed fingers in black were playing with my coat. Handprints were on my brown coat, like carbon black stains when you touched it. I wanted to scream, but I knew who would hear me out there.
I covered my mouth tight, preventing myself from crying. I slid on the ground, powerless with teens of black smokey creatures all around me. Their eyes were brimming red like blood, and their feet were bare, leaving prints anytime they were walking.
'Will I end like this? On their hands?' I closed my eyes tight, gave in, and didn't know what else I was supposed to do. I could not run out now, but staying here, I would be finished too.
