The First Night - Henry Mossi
That night there was an atmosphere cold, which came in the bones making it painful all the movements.
The ground crunched underfoot in the darkness that surrounded the dim lamplight was unable to graze.
The figure will be open in front. The moment before the street was empty, the next moment she was there, wrapped in the damp fog that the coat could not counter.
did not seem to land anything.
He stood motionless at the center dell'acciottolato, seemingly oblivious to everything around her. Yet there were some, despite the distance, his eyes were fixed on you.
all started a few days before. Did you feel constantly shadowed, as if a dark presence is known to be appropriate in your own shadow.
The first strangeness had happened in the light of day: a small, lumpy little man presented himself to your house, asking specifically about you. We had almost smell. The excuse with which you had asked her out was so pathetic that you had closed the door on him.
That night someone knocked on the door of your study. A man, max 25 years old, long hair in a tail down tight blacks, ice blue eyes and a face ... perfect. Too perfect. So perfect as to be almost certain that the right eyebrow was exactly mirror image to the left.
talked for a while '.
He tells you to be a biologist, and tells you that you would like to team in the souks of new trials.
's not really the field that you like, but agrees to think about it.
You do not even realize that you had held the breath until you are to release all of a sudden.
And coming home is never the best. We continue to feel observed, as if penetrating eyes were scrutinizing every move you make.
you get a few days later, asking for help.
A woman ... incredible. Beautiful, intelligent, exotic setting. And loving your own field of research: the Egyptology. Had you already guessed when you saw her, with her strong features, the white skin black hair tied back in a myriad of tight braids. And with those magnetic eyes. Beautiful beyond the standards of beauty. And lift. Needs of your hooks to gain access to the Vatican Library, and you offered to accompany her. The day after the meeting fixed by the professor.
continues to feel later. We grow anxious in my breast that almost makes you shake the limbs.
you feel later, traced, watched, scrutinized.
But you're always alone. Nobody follows you, no one focuses your attention on you for longer than necessary, no one is stalking.
None that you can at least see.
you go to the appointment with the professor of biology, the road is dark, very spooky. When you find him without Essert noticed his presence almost do a jump.
and 'threatening.
You are about to take a step back when a man appeared beside you.
E 'tall, solid, metallic reflections skinned, golden. Has distinctively African and a deep voice.
It states that it is he who can give you all the knowledge you want.
It 's a moment. by your nod to become the devil of the professor who was waiting for you.
The slender figure of the professor seems to like open, dark tentacles are unfold from his body, his features are distorted and angry expression in the body changes, resembling that of a real demon of old engravings. The dark
you raise an arm, settling on his shoulder before turning and running away as fast as possible.
're not sure, but I do not think you are really safe.
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