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As the man gazes his sight above, he reminisces the sky with It's shades of blues turning dark.
A sigh escapes his lips as he continue forward at a leisure pace, nor fast or slow.
His eyes goes downwards showing eyes from sleepless nights. His back hunched, and the suit hooked on his arm slightly kisses the ground.
He murmured under his breath, you can faintly hear complaints after complaints aimed to possibly the culprit of his disheveled appearance.
Finally finishing his gibberish he turns his head casually, noticing that he's the only one causing the sounds of footsteps.
It registers, he paused at his tracks, but move again as if that stop was just a flick of imagination. His exterior is as usual, tired and impassive, but the same can't be said to the man’s eyes darting frantically on every directions.
The street’s quietness and the man’s state gave a delicate air, that a gentle breeze and a lamps flicker can even make the already anxious (though not obvious) man, show more outside.
Step..
Step.
Step..
His body twitches, pace goes fast to slow constantly. Finally as if the man decided something he closed his eyes, opens them again. Calmer pupils showed and the steps were more close to the original.
The aura became more lazy, less strained. Almost covering from his previous actions.
Almost.
A hooded entity enters, walking oppositely to where it came from. Only the build gave away the entity's gender, a male. He wore a long leathery coat, every outfit were only colored black. His face, or rather his eyes were covered by his hat, shaded just like the rest. It's a wonder how he hasn't even broken a sweat from the warm night.
The man froze, sensing the ominous presence. His breath hitched, eyes widen as he secretly took a glance of the hooded person. His head goes down unnaturally, not even resuming the walk, and reluctant to even take a slide step.
Step..
Step..
Step..
Cold sweat began to form, his breath circulates like heartbeats. Sweat dripping from the forehead to the man's jaws at a fast rate.
The man's eyes were covered by his hair, his hand clutches where the heart is, perhaps an attempt to calm his state.
The hooded man didn't batted an eyelid, walking casually as if a man breaking down was of a normal occurrence.
Step..
Step..
Step..
The man did everything, from trying to raise his head and foot, to coughing out a noise. anything to snap out of his state, his body ignored his commands.
Step..
Step..
Step..
The hooded person was nearing, closer and closer by inch to inch.
The man stopped his attempts, maybe giving up.
Step..
Step..
Step..
The hooded man was now there, side by side with the man and stopped.
He leaned close to the man's face, closing in to his ears.
He spoke at a low pitch, but it was as clear. He whispered;
“My condolences.“
The man's shoulders turned rigid and tensed.
The hooded man left, his steps were more quieter.
A moment passed, he let out a breath, barely acknowledging that he was holding one. The man's legs wiggled. He used the wall right next to him and propped himself with his side, struggling to keep himself steady.
He breathed, in and out continuously.
He spoke under his breath, none of the words were understandable. His eyes morphed slowly, the already open wide turned impossibly big. He turns--
A crack echoed on the street.
The man's body limped, falling like a ragdoll. Bones cracking were heard, loud and clear.
Red liquid came out, oozing smells like coppers.
No one noticed until the next day.
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Question.
How did the man died? Why was no one there?
Hint: Superpowers exist.