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FICTION | SUBCULTURE | NIGHT
Tonight, I met the devil
She couldn’t refuse his offer
Where’s that guiding light? Scarlett wondered turning to a cold urban glow above her. It felt as if heaven had turned its back on her tonight, as she stood at an intersection. Instead of the usual neon hustle signs, shadowy puddles lining the pavement echoed bright reds and blues of oncoming cop cars. The barrage of sirens tearing down the street narrowly missed a Mercedes as it turned to avoid them.
Thankfully, She didn’t work alone out here. Across the street, Jules leaned against a lamppost waiting for her, and she muttered as Scarlett approached, “Late again?” It took a long time to learn the city doesn’t hold out its hands to a lost girl, rather it bears its teeth, and Scarlett was one step from falling through the cracks before she met Jules.
“Sorry, I guess I was scared of getting caught.”
“Looks like you’re not the only one,” Jules replied. “That Mercedes didn’t want a conversation with the cops, either.” It had prowled up from 2nd Street at least once, signaling what it was doing, no one drives that slow unless they’re looking for a girl. Before being spooked by the cops Scarlet caught the briefest glimpse of the driver, and his grin, a thin line pulling itself far too much across his face…
