This small boy, beaten and bruised, shivering to the tip of his toes walks down this vacant street. It's as silent as a mouse, not a cricket could be heard. The rain falls down on him like a heavy mist, and the lights flicker above him. He hears a sound in the distance, though muffled, he looks up. A shadow could be seen passing by. His nerves begin to tingle, his mind racing with scenarios, he walks faster even though it hurts to move. Then he looks up again to see a dark figure standing there. He blinks his eyes in amazement, and it disappears. He trembles with fear, his heart beating out of his chest, his breath growing deeper as he pants in fear. He looks up again and sees a ball of flickering light coming towards him. He stops in his tracks, his breathing becomes non-existent, and he watches as the flicker of darkness walks towards him. The abnormal slenderness of this translucent body had seemed to surround him as this figure got closer. The only thing that didn't flicker in and out of sight on this creature was his small, pearl-glowing eyes. This darkness lifted up it's black-sketched hand and put the tip of his finger to the boys chin, the boys body arched back, his arms as heavy as weights, the darkness stopped flickering and moving out of place. His pearl-glowing eyes looked at the boy straight in his face, and communication moved fast between the silence. The boy finally picked up the courage to blink and when he opened his eyes again, he was in his bed, nearly fast asleep. Not a bruise could be sighted in his fragile body, and the peace that darkness brought with him, stayed throughout the night.