Touch the cheek of the faceless man as strobe lights flash and music plays. Put the gun to his temple and pull the trigger. Step back and watch him fall sideways to the ground among the revelers, the party goer's , the thrill seekers. Lights flash, voices scream, blood pools and there you stand motionless among the chaos.
Drop the gun, turn from death and leave this place. Move through the crowd half lit by strobe lights. Catch glimpses of the terror, the frightened eyes, the silent screams as you move past them untouchable.
Feel the hands as they touch you claw like, tearing at the coat that shrouds you. Push through the crowd as the coat falls to the floor, eyes focused.
See the mirror before you, glass glinting and go to it. Smash the glass, turning away from the shards as they scatter around you and climb inside. Leave behind the frightened hoards, the lights , the wall of sound that covered you. Escape into the darkness, your new shroud.
Find another place, another time, a different dimension.
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