Three days ago

Las Pegasus is known largely for it's casinos and other entertainment facilities. A man steps out of one of these facilities, drained of his cash.

"Damn it, I knew I should of stayed away from the casino." He grumbles as he heads home.

As the continues his grumbling, he fauls to notice a figure perched on the roof of a building, observing him.

All alone in the middle of the night? Thats not very safe. A predatory smile creeps onto the figure's face.

The man, unaware that he was being watched, turns around abruptly to a clattering noise coming from an alleyway.

"A drunkard." The man mumbles. Then an idea pops into his mind. "It's late, there's nobody around. I could mug him, and he'd never know it." The man approaches the alleyway, careful to not alert the drunkard.

As the man walks into the alleyway, the figure continues to watch. This alleyway was a dead end. Too easy.

"Where the fuck is that drunkard?" Wonders the man. There was no sign that anyone was ever here. Almost as if-

"What do we have here?" A dark, menancing voice pierces through the night. The man whirls around to meet nothing but empty air.

"The hell?" The man turns around, only managing to see a glimpse of a shadow.

"A poor, moneyless man. Let me put you out of your misery." The voice continues.

The man pulls out a pistol. "Show yourself!" He yells.

A chilling laugh echoes through the alleyway. It's pure wickedness shaking the man to his bones.

"Do you really intend to hurt me with a toy like that?" The voice echoes.

"I said show yourself!" The man shrieks.

"Why I'm right above you." The voice answers.

The man only has enough time to look up before the thing bears down on him. A loud, agonising cry rings throughout the night. The last thing the man sees is a pair of red glowing eyes. Then it was over.

Author's Note

I think my heart stopped.