Family Trade

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Prologue, Page 1

obiwentz

on Jan. 20, 2012

The dark alleyway crashed to life with the sounds of pursuit.  Labored breathing and shuffling, mirrored with the muffled thunder of deliberate footsteps.  As the hunted scans the environment in a hurried frenzy, as they crash through the scattered debris, no signs of escape present itself.  In a desperate effort, the prey hurls itself through the intersection, swinging its body and sliding itself to the right.  Looking over its shoulder as it arced the ninety-degrees, the creature’s red eyes flashed in the overhead street lamp of Beaumont Street as it slithered away from Gambon Avenue.  As it could find no sign of the pursuer, the monster continued to race its way through the street of New Orleans after midnight.