He Comes in Peace

She was walking down her street towards the nearest corner store, hood of her dark purple jacket pulled up.

She walked against the battering raindrops, her head bowed down against the weather. Hands stuffed deep inside her pockets as her numbed fingers tried to get warm, a bright blue and red flashing brought her head up.

Three police cars could be seen racing down Brittley Avenue in her direction. A funny shape was leaping from the cherry trees lining the sidewalks; from one trunk to the next, the thing flitted faster and faster, staying just a couple of meters ahead of the police cars.

"What the-?"

As the boy made a long jump over Skye's head, the sound of a bullet being fired could be heard, ringing through the neighborhood.

The boy, who seemed to have spikes growing down his back, twisted in mid-air, and dropped to the ground, rolling down the little hill, down into the forest, and out of sight.

Writing is 100% © puzzle piece. (Originally: metaphwoarr.) Steal this baby and I'll beat you to death with a pastry cutter.