These Vicious Games (Seattle Undeground)

Prologue

Those who never see the light will forever live in the dark. I like the dark. No one seems to notice me until it’s too late. Like death, I appear out of nowhere, cutting their lives short. Killing their hopes and dreams. Watching this so-called light fade from their eyes.

I’m a wolf in sheep’s clothing, my smile is inviting. Like Clark Kent without all the heroic acts of bullshit, I live a double life. But you should never trust the shadows of the night. The gut feeling you feel that someone is watching you, slowly following you down the dark lonely street at night. You play it off as your imagination. That make-believe monster under your bed, lurking in your closet that your parents told you wasn’t real. They lied...

I’m the monster under your bed, the shadow lurking in the depths of the night. I’m that gut instinct you ignore.

One should never ignore their instincts.

She shouldn’t have ignored her instincts.

Tick tock, Little Bird.