David pt 1

David had laughed.

He had laughed and laughed and laughed, until his chest hurt. Looking back, he shouldn't have.

But how was he to know? The other men that worked at the funeral home always played jokes on him, to a ridiculous extent.

Once (on halloween, no less), they had run to him, screaming maniacally about hearing something in the embalming room. Thusly, David had gone in, expecting nothing, when one of them had leaped out of a dark corner in a horrific mask and wailed as load as certainly was humanly possible! This seemed to happen on many, many occasions, to the point where he had learned to take what the others said with a grain of salt.

So when one of them told him that the moon had fallen down yesterday night, he didn't believe him. Honestly, who would? If nothing else, the idea was outlandish.

Then he stepped outside.

The darkness swallowed everything in it's way. Even with the streetlights, it consumed the tops of buildings and even what used to be the most well-light of corners.

For a moment, David thought it would eat him too, leaving nothing left but the shadow of a man who once was standing in the street, shaking violently.

He walked swiftly to his car, as though trying to escape it's all-emcompassing hands.

He was scared, truly horribly, completely frightened, and there was nothing he could possibly do.

So he called Cate.

He had been dating her for months that went by like years, and although he was sure that they were not in the slightest was compatible, neither of them seemed to care; perhaps they were too lazy too break up.

Cate was a strong, sharp woman, a far cry from the gentle, caring women he had dated in the past.

She was harsh and brutal, and would rather fight with you than compromise. It wouldn't have surprised him if she had said that she was a professional assassin or a wrestler rather than a photographer.

It was funny, he thought, how different they were.

"Hey, this is Cate, I'm obviously not here right now so..."




...Crap.