I Will Guide You...2The hospital was sterile and silent. Almost crushingly so. As Arthur sat at his friend's side, he fealt claustrophobic. The heart moniter was souding frighteningly slow, a shallow beep! emitting from the machine every now and then. Then, suddenly: "such incidences are quite troubling, da?"Arthur snapped his head to the side, the quick, forceful motion sending a sharp pang down his neck. There, from the shadows, stepped a man. A tall, blonde man, nearly six-two, with eyes that shone with the fires of Hell; yet they were an icey, startling violet. He was pale, paler than Alfred, who stood in Death's doorway with one foot already inside. He was dressed sharply: a crisp white dress shirt, a charcoal double brested jacket and slacks, a deep purple trench coat, and shiny black loafers.But, his most startling feature, even more outlandish than his eyes, were the feathery wings that sprouted from his back and blended with the shadows that seemed to leak from his pores. An equally blac
I Will Guide You... 1"Alfred! Alfred, stay with me! Please!"Arthur held onto his young friend's hand tightly, hot tears stinging his cheeks. The stretcher was quickly whisked away, and gloved hands held him back as they lifted Alfred into the ambulence*. As the vehicle drove away, he stared after it, and fell into a trance as the police asked for statements and alibies. They then guided him gently into a police car and sped him as quickly as they could to the nearest hospital. The several potholes in the road and the blaring sirens seemed to jar him out of his shock just in time to stop in the front parking lot.Unbeknownst, invisible as the air around them and just as silent, a darkness watched in amusement.