Tonight I am going to try a bit of free hand. I am writing the first thing that comes to mind. So, this is going to be a multi-part post. If you are reading the story, please, off a comment as to what you think is happening here.
Turning the corner, he walked in to the alley. His hope was to leave his pursuer behind or, at best, lose him completely. It was near dusk and the shadows in the alley were growing deep and long. He turned and adjusted his stature to make himself look that of a man at least a foot shorter than his own height. He gave himself a slight limp and pulled the hood of his cloak up over his head. Giving the ground a quick glance, he found a small scratched and slightly rusted piece of tin. Using his strength he molded it to look like a collecting tin. He dropped to the ground and slid along the wall of the building to his back. He lay on the ground like he was half drunk and watched with a keen eye to see if he could locate his follower.
The street afforded him an excellent view of the person following him. The individual moved with grace and fluidity. It was the one marker that gave the follower away. He began to mutter and proffer his makeshift cup to people as they passed by, “Spare coin, please. Help a homeless man.” He said in a gruff and slightly slurring voice. After all, he wanted his illusion to be complete. He watched as his shadow moved closer. It would be just another minute, maybe two, before he would get a solid look at this person. He wasn’t sure why they were following him; let alone who this individual was or where they had picked up his trail. Slowly, he turned to the side and slid even further to the ground in order to get a good view.
Suddenly, he realized that his shadow was a woman and not a man. This gave him a start because he had just assumed it was a man. She glanced down at him and offered a gold coin for his cup. Quickly, he accepted the offer and made fumbled attempt at a bow. She stood straight and made a quick glance around and then slipped down the alley with a determined look. He could not believe his luck. He had managed to throw off his shadow and now all he had to do was manage to get away. Mentally, he prepared himself to wait and beg for a good chunk of the evening before he moved away from the wall.
As dusk turned to dark, he kept a solemn watch on the alley while he begged he way through the next few hours. He needed surety that he had shaken off his follower. He began to worry when he never saw her come back out of the alley. In fact, after she went in to the alley no one else went in to or came out of the alley. That would not be out of the normal on a street this size but it still made him worry. Still, he waited and watched. Finally, he decided it was time to move on and either investigate or make his way away from the alley and head elsewhere. His shadow was apparently gone, so he was free to move on should that be his decision. It nagged at him, though. Where could she have gone? There was a part of him that wanted to help the damsel in distress if this was indeed what it turned out to be. His own desire for self preservation, however, was fighting with his desire to make sure this woman was ok. She might not mean him any harm.
After a short internal struggle, he chose to go check on his shadow. He did not want his pursuer dead or injured so his only real option was to go and check. He made his way, silently, down the alley a short distance and then made a quick change to his stance and outfit. With just a moment of work, he looked even further from himself than he did as a beggar. He slowly slid his way down the alley and made note of everything he saw. With his unique condition, he could see in the dark just as well as anyone in the daylight. As he reached the end of the alley, he could see it. Crumpled, on the corner of two buildings at the back of the alley, lay a body. He made his way to the body in three strides and knelt over the woman’s body. It was her, his shadow.
He went to a crouch and instantly put his back to the wall. He looked around the alley quickly, the first time. Once he ensured that the alley was clear of people he gave it a much slower search to check for hidden entrances and exits. Just as he was turning to scan the corner behind him; he heard a scraping of wood on stone. It was only a quick noise yet it was enough. He jump forward and turned to roll as he moved. He saw a hand reach out of the out of the hole. It was reaching to grab the body.