On a particularly cloudy evening in Brooklyn, two people, both seemingly in their late teens could be seen walking through an alley. They were carrying cheap looking handbags filled up to the brim with newspapers.
One was a girl with black hair and blue eyes whose frail body and dirty clothes were clear signs of the hard life she has been leading. But despite that there was a curious air of cheerfulness about her that made her seem larger than life.
Other was a boy of similar age but drastically different physical appearance. Even though the condition of their clothes were quite similar, which indicated their below average means of living, the boy was extraordinarily beautiful. His pale, clear skin which seemed to glow in the cloudy evening was in contrast to his inky-black hair which was fluttering in the cold breeze, hinting at the silky smoothness of them. But his most striking feature were his deep set eyes with otherworldly deep purple irises with golden hued spots scattered around like stars in a night sky. Instead of being circular, his pupils were oval when dilated, but got almost vertical when contracted, giving him a distinctly cat-like stare.
"Stop slacking." muttered the girl, hurrying her steps, "we need to sell them all before it starts raining."
"Its already raining" said the boy. "It'll take us twenty minutes to reach the square, even if we run. I told you we shouldn't get more than 50 papers."
"That's because you're lazy. If we hurry up we can still get rid of them before they get washed away in the rain." the girl replied in a high pitched voice.
"Lily, like I said" sighed the boy "its already raining."
But as he said that, Dorian, the boy with the purple-gold eyes realized that the raindrops no longer fell on him, in fact he couldn't even hear the rain. As he looked around, he noticed that the world around him was drowning in unnaturally deep shadows.
"Wha-" he started to speak, but he was startled by movement from ahead. Two figures stepped out of the shadows a few feet ahead of them.
One was quite tall and was covered in a dark, kimono-like outfit, his face covered by a hood. The strange thing about him was that the unnatural shadows seemed to dance around him whenever he moved. His body was covered by pure black smoke, which clinged to him instead of trailing behind or dispersing in the air.
The other one was exceptionally ugly, even nauseating. His long, horse-like face and balding head were completely uncovered and his outfit was a brown robe. Floating a few inches above his head, was a swirling mass of black- brown liquid, rotating in a spherical shape, not much larger than a soccer ball.
Lily dropped the handbag in shock and looked back at Dorian, "Am I dreamin-" before she could complete the sentence, the swirling ball shot out a tendril, covering the distance between them almost instantly and wedged itself into her chest, coming out cleanly through her upper back.
"LILY!" screamed Dorian. He threw his handbag at the head of the horse-faced man. But it was already too late. The tendril sliced vertically, slicing her head and the handbag in the same arc. Dorian took a step forward and fell to his knees in disbelief, watching his best friend lying dead on the concrete, her blood already pooling around her corpse. Before he could give in to the nausea or even let out his tears, another tendril shot towards him, this one even faster than the one that killed his friend.