Pant, pant as the dark object closed in Riley’s mind was racing. His life was flashing before his eyes. What had he done that lead to this? Then one memory popped into his head… It was a bright sunny day Riley and Ben played ball with the other kids in the schoolyard. The new kid in school, James sat at the picnic table alone drawing. The ball rolled over to his feet.
“Hey new kid throw the ball over here!” Riley shouted. His shouts were not answered. “Now!”
Then they ran over him to find James’s hand franticly scribbling on the paper with his eyes rolled up into their sockets.
“You’re a freak!” Ben shouted. Then Riley pushed him off of the the bench. James snapped back to life and blew his lid he pushd Riley over then Ben grabbed him and threw him on the ground. During this James cut his wrist and when Riley looked down he shouted, “Your blood is black!” … Then Riley tripped in the street. When the figured stepped into the light laughing hysterically he said, “Hello Riley, what color is your blood?”