Theyleft the dande together.Outside,it should have been autumnbutit was rainin and cold and really damp right into the bones and especially the joints. It was hovering around freezing and it was sleet that was falling andit was sticking to thir coats, as it lay on the woolof their coats,it melted and saturated right through their overcoats and the nice white shirt he as wearing and the cotton sweater she was wearing were getting damper and wetter and starting to stick to their bodies in an uncofortable way.Rain ranoff their hair, which they had both spent a lot of time ad put a lot of spray and mousse and processing on, the gookon their hair was turning to a helmet and the water was running off it and right down thir necks and backs and between their necks and collars, it was absolueltymiserable outside, there was akind of cold mist congealing in front of them, writhing sort of with sort of vaporous tenacles intertwining.The streelight came through it but you couldn't see anything trough the mist, thelights just gave the mist a kind of illuminated, almost holy, sacred, but ghostly lok to it and it was so dense once someone stpped into it, it enveloped them,they were completely swallowed upinit and if the person wanted to stand over to to the side where the wet maple tree loomed,this crinkly palm hand leaves grasping desperately out from the edgeof the brittle branches, he could utterly not be senand people could walk right by himas he hid betweenthe tree and the pople passing by, listening in, bending aroud the backof the tree so their backs and the tree stood between them and him. He wore a gry hoody,his face was pockmarked,his eyes deeply inlaid deeply set in sockets, they had no sense of emotion to them, they just stared cold and something about the size of thm and the way they wouldn'tclose stretched his face out and made it wide and immobile and he had these big lips that hung drooping down, the bottomlipwhich further emphasized he immobility of his face,partlyit was emotionless, partly it had the look of someone whose entire attentionwas trained on what he was looking at to the point of salvation,he betrayed nothing of what was inside him, but that he hid and tht his face was completely unreadable except for a tiny sense of the predator toit, these things would probably alarmyou about him,that and the hoodie that made seeing his face in the kind of reognizable detail,not silhouete, but in a way that opens upsome socialconnectionbetweenyou and himthatmakes your next acknowledgement tohim a greeting that opened uptrut, you were not allowed tosee that muchof himeither, hidden, aloof, expressionless,and vaguely cannabalistic and those eyes boring into you that would not avert, usuallyif eyes mke todirct a ontact and hre is the startling embarrassing moment of a sprkbeteen two people ollowedby an absolute strangeness, the people will avert eyes in embarrassment lookdown nd shuffle by, trying tolookinconspicous. He didn't dothat withhis eyes sunkdeep down in those craters in his face,in the cartilialage,he kept staring at you hypnotically with that vague predatoriallook on his lips and that impervious face. Walking by him,seeing himinthe shadows, seein gthe silhoutte of the cartilage framed face ,then seeing some of the distinct features and having them fallon ou makyou, that was disturbing, it penetrated into you, seeing a momentry glipse of that eird shrunken head voodoo doll head peering at youout of the rain, you suddenly see it,ralizing he was hiding observing you with some patient intent when you were utterly unaware he was tere and unguarded and thn suddenlythere's just amoment and its a shadow then some definitionand then youfreeze.You are off balance, have lost your breath and something about everything about him seems tocurious about you, way toocurious. You don't like tobe scrutinized like that because you sense he has intentions towards you that he not onlyisn't divuling,but also is completelyselfish and insular,he is studying you for an opportunity a clue as tohowyouwork, a weakness, somethng he canexploitbuthe is not makingor concerned at allwithyour emotions at all, he willemerge whenyou have divulged tohis scrutiny what he needs toknow to fulfillwhatever intention youintriuedin his mind whenhe first got sight of you and found himself unable tostop studying you and his studyof you, the most vulnerable parts of you,the prts of you that are utterly not emotionslor human that miht inspire empathy, he isn't looking at that he don't want toknow you, the way h islooking at you scares you,you ae not a person, but a thing and the parts of you you can feelhim fixing on in ou are the parts you can least protect and usually don't thinkof protecting because you take other people's empathy and respect for you for granted, they always approachyou as aperson, he is like a iger or something only interested in putting some strong andoverwhemingly forceful part of himself, as inhuman as his aura into some part of you that you can't defend.Yosee him, the two of you and you stae uneasilythan yotry tomake him communicate, that would disarm himlike me, hate me but don't study me with that cold look and that mountng intention I can feelin you, that awfulfeling inme you are trained in onfocused inon laser beam, We know now your intentions and the more your cold clculating animalintllience pierce our minds and disarms us tellingus what you are goig todo the more we freze and swoonand its like your eyes re some sort of tractor beamimmobilizing us and we aew shivringlookinginto those cold ver growing masterfl eyes and more andmore we are dwidlindown to specks and your power is becominalmighty and the terrible thing is now the only thing in our minds is we know your intentions and nthig else can get in our mind just yor intentions for or dmise and the power of your domintionin th form of thoe intentions grows and grows and grows our mind cannot hold the recognitionof the horror ofyour intenions for us, it is unspeakable, unsayable, we are on the ground writhingunde the streetlights, the mist congealing around us like hell's serpnt's youwhipoff that hoodie revealthat face tat can see every part of us but the partyou can empathize withus as people,you take out a gunand first you shoot her in the face,I ambawling as the gunpresses agaistmy temple and explodes.