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Darkness. Silence. He was immersed in both of them. He had to move within them while he was stuck in this disused factory. Completely, totally, inevitably. He looked around very carefully, keeping his gun in front of him along with the torch.
He pointed the gun and the torch right before himself, moving along the corridor in the quietest way possible.
The sound of the monster's footsteps echoed everywhere, albeit it was only in the distance. It sounded like a roar, ringing in his ears. Dull, repeated, short. A shiver ran through him, climbing up through his spine, and he increased the grip on the equipment. On the gun, and on the torch.
What would happen, he didn’t know it. He had no idea about it. He had to keep his concentration on a high level, possibly up to the maximum. It was necessary. He was perhaps a little afraid to find it out.
He sucked in a breath.
The footsteps, the monster's ones, continued to echo in every corner of the factory. One, two, three. One after the other.
He swallowed with difficulty.
He moved to another room, flattening himself against the wall. He moved through the darkness and silence, which were only occasionally interrupted by the sound of the monster’s steps and the policeman’s torch.
He accidentally tripped over an old rusty piece of iron lying on the floor. He inadvertently made such a deafening noise, that obviously boomed everywhere. He ran away as soon as he could do it, trying to escape from it. From the monster, from the danger. He heard the monster's footsteps quicken, most likely running after him.
When he reached the intersection, he tried to turn left, but he failed doing it. He was yanked backwards and slammed against the wall. He wriggled out of the way and even managed, with an enormous effort, to turn away. He found himself facing it, this colossal, incredibly tall and huge monster towering above him, and he fell silent.
Something made him stop suddenly. He didn't even use the gun, even loosening the grip on it.
He could still feel the monster’s large, warm hands on his shoulders. He raised the torch, trying to illuminate it.
The monster groaned, with what seemed to be a pained moan, and stepped back from the human. He hit the torch hard, sending it to crash elsewhere. Some pieces of the torch just strewn on the tiles.
Their respective gazes and then bodies came in contact with each other, because the monster rapidly approached the human. For a while there was only darkness and silence around them. No sound, no light.
The monster’s hand grabbed the human’s neck, and the monster’s eyes drowned into the human’s face.
The one and only source of illumination became a faint gleam of moonbeam that leaked through the windows of the factory, illuminating them both albeit just partially.
The monster's hands held the human's body in place. He felt himself being pressed against the wall behind him. He held his breath, especially when the monster bent over him.
What it wanted to do or say to him, he did not know it. He wouldn’t, couldn’t even guess it.
All of this, whatever it was, was still unknown to him.
The monster was covered by a black mackintosh, which also somehow shielded it. It had such a massive body with both a well-developed upper and lower part of muscles, and a greyish hue of skin. It was bald, with sort of scales like a reed of wrinkles scattered over the whole face, in relief, and small eyes.
The monster bent over the human, but seemed only to smell him. He instinctively tried to retreat back from the imposing, threatening creature, but he couldn’t do so. There was only the damp, solid wall behind him. Nothing else where to hide, nowhere else where to escape.
He looked straight into its eyes, at this near-human looking monster who towered over him like a colossus, and he scrutinised it in every detail. The face, the body. The expressions, the movements. He frowned. He tried to understand whether he was still in danger or not. Maybe he never really had been. Not with it, at least.
When the monster leaned over him, the human backed off from him. He could distinctly feel the monster’s hands grabbing his shoulders, just to keep him in place, unmoving, and then the monster’s teeth grazing his jugular. He let out what resembled a moan, even if he didn’t want to.
He first sense the monster's tongue licking him, then its nostrils flaring up and also its teeth biting him. All the policeman could do was moan again, trying to push the monster away, but it didn’t dodge at all. He balled his fists, making his knuckles even go white. He hit the monster's chest with a series of punches that proved to be perhaps too weak.
The monster groaned, and stared at the human. Intensively. He froze exactly where he was, not daring to do or say anything else in response.
When the monster leaned closer to him, and Leon could feel his breath against himself that made him shiver forcefully, the human recoiled from it. The monster looked at him, as if Leon was something or someone precious for this creature, and talked to the human. He was stunned, very much confused. He couldn’t comprehend neither that gaze nor those words. The meaning of them remained unknown to him.
The monster’s lips touched the human’s mouth. He was kissed by it, even if just on the corner.
He widened his eyes in shock, and then the warmness, that of the creature that didn’t hurt him, was suddenly gone. Disappeared, vanished. Because the monster withdrawn, taking a step back from the human.
And when the monster turned away, walking away, being engulfed into the obscurity, the human was left alone.
The light of the torch, now practically broken, still flickered in the darkness. It turned off and on intermittently, creating imagines on the wall and on the ground by reflection. Like the wings of a butterfly.
He continued to stare at an unspecified point in the void, but the creature that had perhaps kissed him had already gone.
Away. Distant.