Points of View

A cold breeze blew through the street, winter had reached its peak and it left Halt out in a snowy blizzard. A bright street light was shining above his head, lighting the way down the dark alley, allowing him to not run into any simple obstructions. After a few more minutes of trudging through the deep snow banks, he finally reached his destination, a small hut on the other side of town. It was barely even something anyone would consider a home, but it would certainly suit for the brief meeting that was planned. As he opened the door he saw the charred remains of a fire in the middle of the room, obviously he was later than he expected, but it appears to be fresh enough that he may be able to catch up to them. He went back out into the cold, and could faintly make out a pair of footprints heading to the north, and he began to follow suit.
As he continued to follow them, making sure to keep up pace so that they would not fade into nothing as the snow fell, he couldn’t help but notice the eerie silent stillness of the town. Normally this part of the village was lively, even at this time of night, but he failed to spot even a single other person during his entire trip so far. He pushed the thought aside, as he was determined to catch up to his comrades, knowing that they would not wait for him due to the urgency of their mission. His concern did however rise when he noticed that the snow began to fall even harder and at a much faster rate, if he did not speed up his tracking he would certainly lose the tracks. A gentle jog broke into a full out sprint, he guessed where they would be going and used the tracks merely as reassurance of where they were headed. The tracks were getting more and more distinct in the snow, and then, all of a sudden, they vanished. He quickly stopped to confirm what he was seeing, the tracks had disappeared, had he been tracking anyone other than his friends he would have assumed they had backtracked, but they would certainly have no intention of evading him. As he looked around for an answer, he looked back down the road, and all he could see was a pair of dark, blood red eyes staring him down from the darkness.


I had to do what I could to keep myself warm; the cold air blew against my skin and chilled it to the bone, winter was truly here. The snowstorm that was beginning didn’t help the process either, I was worried I might lose my way, but a bright streetlight illuminated the way for me. I continued on for what I assumed to be about a half mile through the snowy streets, and finally reached my destination, the old shack on the corner. It didn’t seem like much, would made it the perfect place to have our meeting, it needed to be discreet, as we certainly didn’t want the wrong people finding out the wrong things. I opened the door to find an empty room, the smoldering fire pit in the center had been recently extinguished, and I had unfortunately missed the meeting, but I needed to find my associates to find out what was going on. I went back outside into the cold to find a pair of footprints in the snow, my years of tracking coupled with the fact that they had no intention of evading me would make this an easy task.
I began at a reasonable pace, making sure that I was gaining ground but not wasting energy, but as I walked I couldn’t help but notice the utter silence of the town. Normally when I walk through these streets there is a fair amount of commotion, even at night, but now there was not even a light to be found outside of the regular street lights. I dismissed the thought as I knew that I had to focus on catching my friends, I knew they wouldn’t be evading me, but they had no reason to need to wait for me either. I began to worry when I saw that the storm was picking up, the gentle snowfall had turned into an all out blizzard, and I began to start sprinting to make sure that I did not lose the tracks in the snow. I had figured where they would be going, so I merely used the tracks as a way of making sure that I was still right. The path continued true to where I was expecting, when suddenly, they had disappeared, lost into the snow without a hint of their whereabouts. Had they been anyone else I would have suspected backtracking, but they would have no reason to do something like that. I continued to look, until eventually my eyes had locked with something, a pair of dark, bloodshot eyes, staring at me from down the road.