Sixteen

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“You thought you could hide away like a rat scurrying down a sewer?” The voice cut into her dream, for a split second confusing her until she suddenly made the jump from subconscious to conscious and understood that it was real.

She sat up straight in her bed. The room was dark but dimly illuminated by a strip of moonlight sneaking around the curtain from the edge of the window. She couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Maybe it had just been a part of her dream. She sat for a few more seconds, staring. It had to have been a dream. Hers had been getting more vivid lately, so this must just be further progression of that. She was totally convinced, until something moved.

Her pulse quickened and she quickly scanned the room. She couldn’t make out what exactly it was, there was nothing to focus on in the dark. “Alexa, turn on bedroom lights,” she all but screamed.

But the response didn’t come from the voice that lived in her Echo. “No, I don’t think we’ll be doing that.” It was a man’s voice, and it was in the room with her.

“You’ll find that the power has been disconnected.” She still couldn’t tell where the voice was coming from. It seemed to be all around her. “I’d hate for us to be interrupted now, at the end of it all.”

“What is- Who are you?” she managed to gasp out. Her hands were clutching the sheets as tightly as she could.

“You can end the farce. I know exactly who you are and where I am. Even if,” he chuckled slightly, “if I’m to be perfectly honest, I never imagined it’s somewhere I’d be.”

She shouted at the darkness, “I don’t know what you’re talking about! Get out of my house!”

“I must admit, it is a clever ruse, maintaining the very average appearance. The suburban neighborhood, the, heh, alarm system. But don’t think that means I’ve lowered my guard.”

The room started to become even darker; the moonlight had seemingly evaporated. She quickly realized that the darkness itself appeared to be slowly gathering at the foot of the bed. As it became denser, it started congealing into a single form, the shape of a man. She pushed herself backwards as far as she could away from the shadow that was appearing at the opposite end of the bed until she was pressed against the backboard.

“From that very first day on the rooftop, you must have known this day would come.” The shadow had become a solid form. It was a tall man wearing an all black cloak and a deep red mask that covered his face from the nose up. “There was simply no way to avoid this confrontation.”

He started slowly moving towards her. “We were two objects set on a collision course by your actions. And I must say, it has been quite the adventure, but y-“

The gunshot deafened her.

“OH, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” He collapsed onto the floor, clutching his shoulder. “WHAT THE HELL?”

She stood up over him, still holding the gun in both hands outstretched in front of her, maintaining her target. “Lay down on the floor and put your hands behind your head, now.”

“WHAT THE FUCK, MAN.” He shouted as he complied with her orders.

As she reached onto the nightstand behind her with one hand, feeling for her phone, she knocked her badge onto the floor.

“THIS IS NOT COOL.”

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