The man

He looked down on her, sorrow apparent in his eyes. She lay there, dazed and confused, not moving. Slowly her eyes shifted towards the glinting object in his hands, coming closer. She focused on it and now there was fear in her eyes. With a pleading look she once more faced the man. He shook his head.

"I promise it won't hurt." he said with that soft, melodious voice she had come to trust so much.

She could feel cold steel on her neck. The needle broke skin, metal sliding through flesh with his careful guidance. Then pressure built under her skin as he pushed the plunger and emptied the contents of the syringe into her slender neck.

He withdrew the needle and a single drop of fluid emerged from the tiny wound, glistening in the moonlight. A single tear fell from the man's cheek, catching the light as it fell before landing on her shirt.

She could not move. She could feel the substance he had given her running through her veins, spreading, making her burn with a cold fire. A fire followed by numbness. The last thing she saw before her eyelids finally slid shut was the blurred figure of a man, turning and walking away.

Reviews

[Ed]

you have great descriptive ability although
this idea is a dark one
maybe you can write a few more and connect in depth plot. Sounds like a murder mystery novel.

[Hexan]

Thank you! Yeah, I might write something like a murder mystery one day :)