You can skip reading this if you want but you should know that this story probably ended up being darker than what I normally come up with.
--(( I added the tag of horror because there’s some creepy but mostly ambiguous language. WARNING: this is probably a bit disturbing (from person to person), but because I don’t want to spoil the point of the story, read at your own risk I guess ))--
Something was wrong. A dull ache at the back of my skull insisted on it, lurking there for too long for me to just keep ignoring it. I looked around urgently, trying to pinpoint danger in the faces of anyone around me. There had to be something. Yet, there was nothing, every artificially--illuminated onlooker had their excited faces trained on the big screen, waiting for the ball to drop. The collective chant drowned out nearly any precise line of thought.
My instinct had never been wrong before. Never. It wasn’t twisted by any human error, it wasn’t affected at all by the noise or the crowd or the humans or the lights. The New Year’s event didn’t mean anything, it couldn’t influence the needle sharp pain in the back of my mind. It wasn’t a decision. It was a reaction, and it was never wrong. It just seemed wrong because it hadn't gone away yet. There was no one nearby who carried even a shadow of black magic, no one except… Liam. If I was somehow in the line of fire, surely he was too.
I stepped forward and grabbed his arm, pulling him closer. He whirled, glaring at my blank eyes defensively. I knew I must have held his arm too firmly, but he could do little about his discomfort with the crowd so close. Even while they weren’t watching.
“We need to leave.” I shouted insistently.
Liam looked at me with tense confusion, but he seemed to recognize that the request was not a suggestion. “Alright.” He muttered, loud enough for my ears to hear, prying off my hand with irritation.
Liam was one of the many who found me unnerving, and one of the few who found me dangerous. Not an underlying danger, steeped in the shadow of the unknown, a known danger, a horrific one. Amalgamated with disgust and revulsion, the only kind of fear that could truly be defined as horror.
He began to lead me through from the swarm of people, and I took my soundless footsteps after him. Maybe we had both wordlessly recognized that the other was valuable. Enough to be kept around at least. But beyond that, Liam maintained an impressive amount of apathy over my continued existence. Whatever I did wasn’t a problem as long as it didn’t affect him. Of course I had to return the sentiment. It was normal. It was the way things were.
Even then I could tell Liam wanted to hate me, it was that he just couldn’t. It was so hard for him to hate something. It was a dangerous trait. It could get him killed. Even then, he didn’t trust me.
It wasn’t that I had the potential to be dangerous. I was dangerous. Liam wasn’t a stranger to dark magic. His darkness was gathered from experience, from a lasting friendship with the stuff that left it swirling around him like a halo. It was a familiar darkness, the kind that writhed under the paper thin sheen of my skin.
The dull ache became worse. My instinct was normally only present for immediate danger. Why here? Why now? Something this bad would normally give me a few seconds to react, not minutes.
Something was wrong. Wrong with my instinct maybe. It wasn’t supposed to act like this. I couldn’t afford to ignore it anymore, even if I could just brush it off as a mistake it was starting to hurt. Like a bad headache. There wasn’t any threat that could move this slowly and still somehow put me in danger. I would have time to get out of the way by then.
I shouldn’t have ignored it.
I tried to focus, but it was so difficult to concentrate here. I realized distantly that I had stopped walking and Liam had turned around. He was saying something.
There was a direction my senses seemed to be focusing on, somewhere they were centered. I craned my neck to peer around the people in the crowd, oblivious to their irritation. The obnoxious colored lights of the square glared against my eyes, but it was close, so close… what was it? There. A dark lump sitting between the stick legs of the crowd like a shadow. Unnoticeable and intangible. Harmless. A backpack, like one you would give to your kids to take to school.
“Grayson,” Liam hissed. “What-”
A horrible realization struck me that sent me careening back to myself.
It was so loud, why was everything so loud? Midnight shouldn’t be this bright, this loud, humans were meant to be at home and asleep.
This was a mistake.
The sharp pain at the base of my skull suddenly flared like a panicked alarm, less like a chill of cold needles and more like a stake driving into my skull. I blinked rapidly, resisting the urge to run or scream or even press my hands against my ears and hope it would stop.
What do I do, why am I not doing something this doesn’t make sense.
Liam just stared at me with a look of bewilderment. I should run, I needed to run, my own mind was screaming at me to do so- why wasn’t I running yet?
Liam was just standing there, his expression twisted into an uncharacteristic look of concern.
In a blur I lunged closer to the danger, shoving him to the ground as the first explosion shook my eardrums.