Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Seeing All and Nothing ❯ Scott ( Chapter 4 )

~~ Scott ~~

 

Scott looked up. The dark night sky was void of any stars, but the moon shone brightly like a beacon, beckoning followers. There was an uneasy chill in the air, making him shiver slightly, missing his coat back in the store. He was sure Sammy and Dylan couldn't be too far away. After all, they had all been together when the cooler malfunctioned. The tall abandoned buildings around him loomed darkly. There wasn't a soul in sight as Scott surveyed the area. He concluded the city was uninhabited. A dim fog began to set in, making it slightly more difficult to see. Soon after walking for a while, the dark-haired teen felt as if her were being watched.

 

A dark figure appeared in the distance and headed towards the other. He was wearing black jeans, leather shoes, and an onyx tee shirt, over which a black, zip-up hoodie was adorned. The other's hair matched his clothes, but eyes were mere slits. Scott didn't notice that the other boy wasn't alone. The three had slithered from different directions, surrounding him.

 

“Who are you and what do you want here?” the other hissed. His three friends were dressed similarly with only slight variations. Scott noticed the regal air surrounding the one who spoke, whose face was hidden in the shadows, obviously some sort of leader. When he stepped forward into the moonlight, Scott breathed in relief.

 

“Oh hey, Dillon, it's just you. How did you get here?” he ignored the other three, who looked suddenly surprised.

 

“How do you know that name?” One of them interrogated.

 

“Who are you?” Dillon shot the question at the Night Manager angrily.

 

“Duh, what are you sick? You know me. Scott, the Night Manager at Peotone Country Market, where we work.” he stressed the last part, becoming exasperated with the little game Dillon was playing. After all, the other couldn't really have forgotten... could he?

 

Abruptly Dillon gave out a strangled cry before clutching his head and falling to the ground. The others turned to Scott, who looked just as shocked as any of them. The group closed in on him, believing he was in some way responsible. Scott soon found himself being restrained

 

“D-don't touch him.” Dillon stated, recovering from his momentary pain.

 

“As if they could.” Scott muttered.

 

“I know you from somewhere...” the shorter teen thought for a moment and grinned. A pair of long fangs extended in his mouth instantly and his eyes became red. The other three mimicked their leader. Scott started to instinctively back away, but they stopped him, “I think a change is in order.”

 

A loud, horror filled cry pierced the night air.