A lone wind howled across the dark sky, the scent of rain still clinging to the star smattered cloak. It wasn’t anger that seemed to pour into each pumping vein, nor was it sorrow for a life that was long lost—no it was a hollow ache that seem too radiate from her very core. A certain dull pain that echoed with each heavy step as the lone woman made her way down the road. Her sister was a shining jewel, bright in her mind that hurt much like a thorn riddled rose. Those last few hours, the simplistic bliss and warmth that enveloped the two sisters, seemed all too quick. Their entire life together was over with a single shot but Mya couldn’t focus on that now. She needed to hurry on her way to the apartment the strange man had told her to be at. She knew the area where it was located; it was once upon a time a frequent spot for wild parties and an easy place to score drugs. She knew the names of the dealers who would lurk in the alley ways and the names of crooked police that were easily bribed with sex and drugs. It was a dark shadow in her past and here she was once again.
It wasn’t hard to miss the thick acrid taste in the air. The low laying smog that seemed to coat the inside of your lungs: snatching away the last bits of precious air and sending you into a coughing fit. Even Mya, whose lungs were coated in more than their fair share of tar, wheezed resentfully at the pungent smell. It was a cold, long walk from her cozy home on the out skirts of town. Minutes dripped by quickly, knocking down her time to make it; more than once she thought to flag a taxi but to what avail? She had no money on her. Nothing to exchange for a comfy ride to her new life. No, it’d take her over and hour but she’d get there in time. The latter wasn’t an option anymore. Back in the darkness, back where life and thought were rendered without meaning where her sister was nothing but a dull glow in the furthest crook in her mind. Plus, as time pushed on something blossomed in the root of her leaden heart; a searing thought that whispered quietly in the back of her mind. Vengeance. That man, even such an innocent word carried a taint, had taken her life. Taken everything she was working for and for what? A couple of hundred from a local restaurant? Her life was snuffed in the name of greed and she would in return take his in her own name. She was ghost, an invisible entity who had made a pack with the devil for new life. Mya would not spare this second chance. May whatever God that watched over the human race turn his eyes for this for it would be neither quick nor painless.
Before her stood the building which she was told to go to. It looked run down, dirty and broken; much like the lives of those who lived in it and around it. She had passed a few drunks, collapsed on the sidewalk, their stench threating to upturn the contents of her stomach and suddenly Mya regretted eating so much before she left. She was also glad that she decided to choose her leggings and short plaid skirt instead a long lacy dress that she tended to favor. Delicate chains chimed with each sway as the streets echoed with late night television and distant fights. The door swung open easily and out with it rolled a foul stench of old and new urine. Bile pooled in the back of her throat as Mya tried to choke back the acidic fluid. ‘Why would I be sent here?’ Worried riddled her limbs and shakily she began to ascend the staircase. Everything, the walls included, seemed to be covered in some sort of yellow film or dark vile gunk. The rubber soles of her boots pulled away from the floor with an audible squish as whatever coated the area seemed to want to bind the two together. It wasn’t hard to find the large doors that lead into the apartment. Steeling her crackling nerves, Mya tentatively opened the door pleased that a fresher smell drifted up to greet her. The lights above hummed in the silence as she swung the door shut behind her. It seemed empty, well more than empty, bare furniture was scattered about accordingly. It seemed rather clean in here, the floor waxed and the counters clear of any dust yet no one seemed to be home. Biting on her lower lip, a habit she formed when younger, Mya explored the place wondering what was to come next.