CROSSWORDS --- II

CROSSWORDS 

II

NOON WAS MORE THAN FOUR HOURS AGO, THE SKY was turning dark already. The traffic was unusually clear on that evening and air smelt somewhat of ashes. Ashes weren't something you would smell in amid June, in torrid summers. 

  The sky was turning dark every minute. The moon was up by now, but the sun was yet to set. One part of the sky was still orange, and that combination of blue-orange sky looked extraordinarily strange, beautiful. 

  The nearby church cast strange shadows on the roads and vehicles passing by. Jacelyn had never noticed that church before, not so carefully. It was a huge black edifice, it's towers soaring high, piercing the sky. It somehow attracted her, so much that her body clinched to run out of the taxi towards it. 

  

  All the way home Jacelyn was thinking of the dream she had at CROSSWORDS. That image of his was not getting off her mind. While wild thoughts were running through her brain, she noticed a weird man. Although it was rude to think so, but he was looking weird. Red skinned, eyes bulging out, with no pupil, nose fattened out and a face that was too small for the body. She turned to Calyn to point him out, but he disappeared. He disappeared in front of her own eyes, when a dagger tore through his chest. She couldn't help but scream. All pedestrians plus the driver and Calyn turned to her. 

  Before anyone could say anything, she saw him, standing on the opposite lane, wearing all black, tall, white, blond and with weapons. "Jace," was first one who crossed her mind.

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To be continued...