*Sigh*
"Another day of Slacking off, and to think i got fired on my job of being a cashier at restaurant, just because i was feeding the local stray cats some leftovers at kitchen, is a little infuriating at best..." A black haired man angrily mumbled to himself before taking a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
*Huff*
"I should really get a decent job, working as slave 24/7 is not it for me." The man continued walking around the bustling neighborhood at night.
"Maybe, Auntie Siste could hire me to baby sit her daughter?" The man questioned himself and proceeded to walk into a more dark and not well lit alleyway.
(If this was some horror movie, then this Alleyway would be one of the number one spots in which a side character dies) The man thought but shrugged out the absurd idea and continued to do his nightly stroll.
*Creak*
*Scraping*
Hearing the eerie sound that a person wouldn't want to hear at the dead of night the man stopped for moment.
"Did I just Jinx my self?!!??" The Man inwardly said to himself while sweating a little from the fact the sound was right behind him
Taking a deep breath, he took up the courage to face his fears and looked behind him.
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"Huh?"
"No one is there, then where did the sound come from?" The man confusedly said to him while taking a another huff from his cigarette
"I should really get back home, I'm even hallucinating sounds that seemingly came out of knowhere."
Taking out the cigarette out of him mouth and crushing it with him shoes the man stopped his nightly stroll early and began leaving the alleyway at the direction he went in.
Just as he was about he take his first step towards the exit of the alleyway a hand was suddenly holding his shoulder in place not even letting him take a single step.
Feeling the sudden hand the man experienced an inner panic attack.
(AGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!?!?!!!)
(FUCK THIS SHIT IM OUT!)
After his internal scream the man chose the flight response immediately without any hesitation and tried move his legs into a running position
(WHY, CANT I MOVE MY LEGS!! DONT TELL ME MY BODY CHOSE THE 3RD OPTION?!!)
Knowing that the man's body chose the 3rd option of his survival instincts that would be the stop and freeze, the man began to loose hope and prayed to whatever god there is, so that the situation he is dealing with is nothing but a robber but not a monster instead.
(To God, Allah, Yahweh, Buddha, Indra, Zeus ah no not Zeus or any gods for the matter please give me your blessing that the thing behind me is not a monster/ghost!)
After finishing his prayer a sound of laughter started to resonate just behind him while the hand that was on his shoulder disappeared.
Hearing the laugh of an old man, the man lowered his guard slightly and moved his head to the direction where the sound was coming from.
*Sigh*
(It was just an old man, and to think i was gonna eaten by a man eating vampire or worse is quite an understatement)
Rubbing the back of his head he approached the old man who currently laughing with no apparent reason with respect.
"Excuse me sir, but why are you laughing and why are you out so late in the night?" The Man politely asked the old man some simple questions since he was concerned about the well being of the old man.
"Bwuahahah!, Young man shouldn't i be asking that same question to you?" Hearing his question the old man replied while still constantly snickering for no reason.
"Nothing much, I just like strolling out at night, it calms my mind sometimes" The Man answered the question that he was suppose to ask the old man.
"I see, say young man do you have a dream?" hearing the young man's answer the old man asked him another question.
"I don't know about dreams, I have a loving family, parents and siblings who i love and love me deeply, To be honest i almost have everything that i can ask for." The man honestly answered while having a mourning look on his face.
"Almost you say?" The Old Man said while raising his eyebrow
"Yes, i really dont want much of anything, i dont like being given anything that i didn't earn my self, it feels like i dont deserve it. The Young Man said while looking at moon contemplating something.
"You passed" The Old Man said to the Young man while having a simple smile on his face.
"Huh?" Hearing the words coming out the mouth of the old man, he because very confused.
"What are you talking about Sir?" Still being polite the Young man asked
"Like i said you passed my test." The Old man spoke with sincerity and joy.
"I still dont get it, Old timer." Still being confused about situation he asked the Old man again.
"Hah, You know soon enough, my Son may i ask your name?" Ignoring his question The old man asked for the young man's name.
"Its Samael Abadon" hearing that the old timer was asking his name he complied without hesitation.
"Interesting Name you have there my Son" The Old man said with intrest.
"It's because of my Older Brother, he was obsessed with religion and mythologies, he more or less suggested to my parents that i would be named this way, not like i hate him for it." Samael cringed thinking about his childhood experiences having this name.
"I see, then i would take my leave then" Seeing that it was getting late the old man proceed to walk out of the alleyway leaving Samael behind still confused on the past events that occurred.
Taking another cigarette from his pocket and lightning it, Samael looked at the full moon in the sky and thought to himself
(What the fuck just happened?)
Rubbing the back of his head again Samael proceeded to exit out of the alleyway and walked back home from his apartment still repeating the events that happened just moments ago.
"Why did i talk to a shady old man at the back of an alley while its night time?" Samael hesitatingly asked himself a question.
*Huff*
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(I should really listen to Mom)