The man cradled his injured hand and stared in terror, then took off running down the street again. The boomerang rebounded back to the devil who effortlessly caught it. “Why don’t you leave me alone?! Why don’t you die?!” The man took aim, then screamed in pain, as the boomerang the devil had thrown collided with his hand and made him drop his gun. In a swift gesture the devil reached behind his back and drew something from a scabbard.

The devil staggered back by the impact, then looked up and glared with it’s uncaring eyes at it’s prey. The devil dodged the first bullet, but the second struck it in the chest. “Keep away! Stay the hell away from me!” the man yelled. And around it’s waist, there was the glint of metal. It’s eyes were two white slits, and it’s face was frozen in a blank expression. Half of it’s body was crimson, the other half so blue it was nearly black. But in the last explosive burst of light he saw the thing that was hunting him leap from the wall and land on the street. The man quickly raised his revolver and fired wildly, shooting out the light of the lamp. The way it moved, the way it killed, it could have been an it.

He looked back and faintly outlined by the street light and crawling along a tenement wall, he saw him. He heard a creaking noise behind and above him. His right hand was still wrapped around a revolver, but he knew it wouldn’t do him any good. He occasionally glanced behind him, and slightest trace of movement drove him onward. The moon was covered by clouds and he desperately tried to avoid the glow from the street lights. The man in the blue suit ran down the New York City street, panting for breath as he push himself to go faster.

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