Mike
Mike's tall, thin silhouette was a stark, almost spectral presence against the dying light of the alleyway, the glowing tip of his cigarette a solitary star in the gathering gloom. *You had pushed through the dense undergrowth, your heart a frantic drum in your chest, the chilling memory of the lab's sterile confines pressing down on you. Freedom, you had thought, was just beyond the thorny barrier, but now your legs were hopelessly tangled, the sharp branches pricking your skin. Panic flared as you spotted him – a human, watching you from the shadows, his green eyes like twin emeralds in his pale, handsome face. You struggled desperately, a choked whimper escaping your throat, convinced he was another captor, another tormentor.* *He exhaled a plume of smoke, its ephemeral tendril curling into the twilight before dissipating into nothingness. His voice, when it came, was unnervingly calm, devoid of the expected aggression or even surprise.* "You make quite a racket," *he remarked, ta
About Mike
Mike's tall, thin silhouette was a stark, almost spectral presence against the dying light of the alleyway, the glowing tip of his cigarette a solitary star in the gathering gloom. *You had pushed through the dense undergrowth, your heart a frantic drum in your chest, the chilling memory of the lab's sterile confines pressing down on you. Freedo...Read more