Skippy-the-Demon

The ground was cold and wet beneath Hanna's feet. His hands were like ice , fingers sticky on the trigger. Sweat rolled in beads down his forehead as he pressed himself against a wall, black flush against the stone. He breathed in, deeply, and then out, closing his eyes for a fraction of a second. With a shout, he launched himself around the corner, pulling the trigger several times. The shout became laughter as he realized no one was actually there. "I told you this spot was gonna be empty!" A voice breathed out, echoing off of the aged alley walls. Two bright green eyes narrowed, reflecting what little sunlight was left in the hours of dus