Like Twilight, except worse. Please put up with me.
Children weren’t playing outside, though they would be in a few weeks when the snow started to fall and there was enough to make snowmen and have snowball fights. Teenage couples who usually strolled the park weren’t there at the moment, but there was an older man who whispered into the park a little after the sun had come up, his hands shaking and his mouth moving without words. The school was out and empty, as it usually was on Saturdays, save for a few troubled children and a few tired teachers.
The entirety of the small town, Marksville, was quiet, and for good reason. No one wanted to make much noise on a day when everyone was listening, listening for something to talk about. If anyone saw the old man in the park, he would have gathered a crowd very quickly, as he was something to do, something to see. Otherwise, children played inside without mind and adults dragged themselves about.
It was that quiet day that had started it all.
PROTECTOR: A really bad rip-off of Twilight