Drunkenly wandering through the streets of Austin, Chris and Sakura leaned on each other, laughing at the private jokes they shared from their days at the academy.
It’d been five years since they’d seen each other, and after visiting for nearly three hours on 6th street, hopping from bar to bar, they were drunk to the gills and busy feeling each other up while trying to act like they weren’t.
“You know what would be good?” Chris slurred, looking at Sakura, her face inches from his.
“What?” She asked, hiccupping cutely as the stepped over a large crack in the sidewalk.
“We could go back to my hotel and watch movies! And order more drinks!” He offered, thinking of how much fun he could really have if he got Sakura alone in a room for the night.
Sakura seemed a little put off by the idea. “I don’t want to waste your money on movies, but the drinks sound awesome. Where are you staying?”
“At this small hotel just a few streets ahead,” Chris said with a wide smile. He slung his arm around Sakura’s waist, adjusting her arm over his shoulder, and moved to hasten their advance.
They walked, chatting amicably as they passed by several younger college students, all of whom were laughing and playing, chasing each other around as they wobbled from their own inebriation. Sakura laughed at the sight while Chris merely chuckled.
“To be that young again…” He said, shaking his head.
“Oh don’t talk like such an old man!” Sakura said, swatting his arm.
“What? You don’t miss your days at the academy?” Chris asked, leering at her as she leaned forward enough for him to peer at her cleavage.
“Oh, not really. But I miss being young enough to act a fool and just earn smiles from people around me. Now I have a mortgage and a career… I can’t just act silly when I want to anymore.”
“You can with me,” Chris replied honestly.
“Oh no, I couldn’t even begin to act the way we used to,” she said, flushing at the thought.
“I wouldn’t mind,” Chris said in a small voice, looking down at their feet.
Sakura fell silent for a long time, allowing their trek towards Chris’s hotel to become that much more awkward. She broke the silence after a few minutes. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” she said.
“What? I thought you liked the idea of getting something to drink, keep the party going?” Chris said, looking at her with a slightly hurt appearance.
“I...I just don’t think it would be right. I mean, we hardly know each other anymore, and I don’t want to do something I’d regret later.” Sakura said, pulling her arm off of Chris and moving to stand on her own, stopping in the section between buildings, a light above them casting deep shadows from her long ponytail.
“I don’t understand… did I do something wrong?” Chris asked, moving closer to Sakura, seeking her warm touch again.
Sakura’s hand drifted up to clutch the necklace dangling from her pale neck. “No, it wasn’t you who did something wrong. It was me. And now you’ll have to pay for it…”
Chris looked at her with uncertain eyes. “What do you mean?”
“I’m sorry Chris. Please try to forgive me,” Sakura said as she closed her eyes.
Chris was about to say something when he noticed the sudden drop in temperature, the silence that washed over him. No longer did the flickering light make the constant hum of a street lamp, nor the cars make noises as they drove by. All Chris could hear was his own breathing. Looking around, he saw a figure rise from the shadows behind him, drawn up slowly like a puppet on strings.
“What the…?” Chris uttered before hearing Sakura give a choked sob.
“I’m sorry Chris! I really am!” She cried, unshed tears welling at the sides of her eyes.
“What the hell is going on-urk!” Chris asked before being drug back into the alley by an invisible force. Scrabbling at the smooth expanse of cement, Chris cried out as his shoulder broke from the back, the blade breaking into the ribcage.
After being dragged for about twenty feet, he was flipped over to see a man, no, a creature, of solid inky darkness peering down at him with an eyeless grin of silver teeth. The glint of something metallic caught Chris’s attention, and when the being pulled a knife from its side Chris threw up his good arm, begging for mercy.
He didn’t receive any as the first plunge of the knife pierced through his arm, while the second pierced through his heart, silencing him forever.