Eve struggled against Fredrick's hold, but his grip was like iron around her waist. She took a deep breath to scream but Fredrick slipped his other hand around her mouth and hissed in her ear, "Ah, ah, ah. Not fair to warn them of our presence, Eve." He pulled her deeper into the shadows, his eyes glowing as Michael and Sarah's voices became clear enough they could hear the whole argument.
Michael continued to make his way through the alley, heading to the darker side of the dumpster where he thought he had seen Eve head when they entered the alley. He looked around and squinted into the shadows, hoping to catch sight of her again. He was beginning to think that Sarah might be right and it really was wishful thinking on his part. He really hoped he wasn't wrong and that Eve truly was alive, but until they reached the dark side of the dumpster, he wouldn't know.
Sarah was rubbing her upper arms, trying to rub away the goose flesh. She tried, once again, to warn Michael about them giving up on this quest of his and heading on home. "Michael, please! I don't have a good feeling about this! We need to leave this alley, right now!" She tried to use a scolding voice; something that she thought would get his attention. Everything she said was falling on deaf ears and she was fast becoming tired of being ignored, even if it was Michael. She glared at his back as she continued to pick her way through the alley. Just as they were approaching the darker side of the dumpster, Sarah heard a scrapping sound and paused in her movements.

© DJ Shaw