Prelude (Cherry & ????)

It's funny how a few words could totally flip the tone of a conversation, the strange old man's words stabbing through her and filling her with a sense of dread and worry. She knew for a fact that she never told him her name, even if she did. She almost never went by Kari, nobody ever called her Kari. The only people who ever called her by that name were long gone by now, and his comment about a few bad experiences. Just how much did this old coot know about her and more importantly, how in the hell did he find out about any of this. Whipping her head back she would let her reply leak from her mouth without much thought as she went to place a hand in her sweatpant pocket, right were her pocket knife was. "How did yo-" She paused for a moment as she saw nothing there.

He was gone.

Or maybe he never really was there to begin with? The thought of this man just being some weird phantom in her brain did pop up, but seeing the those little creatures were still chowing down on the meal he left, that theory seemed doubtful. Slowly releasing her grip around the knife she pulled her hand out of her pocket and started walking backwards. Her eyes focused on the now empty bench, her heart pounding in her ears as the whole world fell away, a sense of tunnel vision over taking her. What in the hell was that? Was he some sort of demon? Would explain why he was so fond of those dee's and doo's.

"I gotta get outta here......." She muttered, before turning her walk into a swift jog to the city. Trying, and failing, to put this all behind her.

EXIT