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Yellow (part 2)

Part 1: 

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She makes the timid journey down the hall-scalpel in hand. With each step, the music along with her heartbeat get louder. She passes door upon door but, which leads to her freedom? She had to get downstairs. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps stops her in her tracks. She rips open the first door to her right and stumbles into the darkness to hide. After a few moments, she cracks the door open just enough to catch a glimpse of her kidnapper. The man is tall, bald dressed in a pure black suit. He’s like something straight out of a gangster film. Remarkably, his most striking feature was not the intimidating scar just below his jaw line or the flecks of dried blood on his knuckles but his eyes-brown, just brown. She had assumed her captors were vampires, vicious yellow-eyed creatures who were notorious for snatching up young woman in the middle of the night to feed, but he was human. What do they want with me?

This was a good thing. Facing off with mere humans would be ten times easier than running from a pack of blood-thirsty monsters. If discovered, she’d be stopped in a matter of minutes. Still, she had no idea what really was waiting for her downstairs.

The man finally disappears into another room so she continues with her escape. She reaches the stairwell and hobbles down the steps to the first floor. The music is almost at maximum volume now but her pulse, to her surprise, had slowed. She was strangely calm. Adrenaline had been replaced with absolute focus. After a deep breathe, she pushes through double doors piercing the thick wall of sound that had been haunting her since the start. Green strobe lights revealed a dancing crowd every few seconds in the pitch black club. She was immediately immersed in the foggy, dream-like atmosphere; it was undeniably disorienting. Her leg began to throb again, a reminder of how desperately she needed an exit. She began to move through the zombie-like crowd. She examined every face she passed: brown eyes, blue eyes, brown eyes, green eyes, brown. She was safe so far but, would she ever find on exit? She looks up, no exit signs.

She checks behind her; she can hardly get her bearings. Between moments of blackness she can see someone standing by the door she left behind- a child. What’s a kid doing here? She investigates further. The boy looks about 12, blonde, and is barely visible between two enormous body guards. A woman, she assumes is his mother, stands nearby as well; she appears terrified. What the hell is going on here? She catches another glimpse of the boy and her entire body tenses up. It wasn’t noticeable before but now she could clearly see his eyes- a fierce yellow. Shit! She turns to squeeze through the crowd praying he wouldn’t smell the blood from her wound. Just keep moving. You’ll find an exit eventually.

The room was spinning and, she could hardly determine up from down. Is that what this was about? Was she here for him? To be his meal? And humans had arranged this? She turns around a second time and finds herself staring into yellow eyes; one of the guards caught up to her. She remembers the scalpel she still possesses. In one reflexive swoop, she jams the tool into his left eye. His scream, muffled by the reverberating bass of the music, goes unnoticed by the dazed crowd. She takes advantage of the moment as makes a run for it pushing zombies out of the way until she reaches a door. Finally, she finds a door.

She bursts through it relieved at the familiar sight of the city. She turns the corner to hide in the alley on the side of the building; she was sure the guards were not far behind. She was safe, at least for now, and she prayed that her running was finally over. Shaking. Terrified. She looks back one more time to check for the guards, but all that was left of them were two piles of dust. The sun was just starting to come up; it was all over. Before rushing off to leave her nightmare behind, she smiles up at her big yellow savior in the sky.

Inspired by Yellow Flicker Beat by Lorde