2 - Gaming - Attack - Shank - WTF! - Covered Night Side

It’s been ten days. Just over, I think. And honestly I can’t decide if it feels like months, or like it was yesterday. You know when your brain can’t file it properly? Like time’s just… broken.

Because that night was normal. Proper normal.

I was round my mate’s flipping Two Xboxes, FIFA on, decent vibes, party chat popping off — just us chatting rubbish, taking the piss, same as always. And that’s the mad bit: that was the last time I touched an Xbox. Last normal night I had.

Right. I’m gonna try and keep this short, yeah — but I need to get it down while I can still remember it.

It was about ten-ish when I left. I cut through the local park to get home. I do it all the time. Never any aggro, and at that hour it’s usually empty. I’m walking, messing about on my phone — Snapchat, Insta, something — I can’t even fully remember.

Then… bang. Two blokes just come out of nowhere and jump me.

All loud, all aggressive. “Give us your money,” that sort of crap. It felt like a cliché. Like a scene from something I’ve watched a hundred times and you think, that won’t happen to me.

And then it did.

They grabbed me and I felt this hit, low down on my left side — and it took my brain a second to catch up. Then the pain arrived and it was unreal. Like white-hot, searing, straight through me. I remember thinking, No. That’s not… and then it was just chaos. I’m pretty sure I shouted. I’m pretty sure I dropped. After that it’s broken flashes — their faces, the sound of something crunching, screams, then nothing.

Next thing I know, I’m being moved. Like I’m not walking — I’m being carried.

I remember the my front door. I remember someone hammering on it like mad, like it was life or death. I didn’t know who he was. I couldn’t see properly. Everything was tunnel vision and sick.

Edwin opened the door. And this guy… he said something weird. Like properly weird.

“Invite me in.”

And Edwin did. No hesitation. Just— “Come in. Come in.”

The guy rushed me through the lounge into the dining room, put me on the table like I weighed nothing. Ripped my shirt open. He was swearing under his breath the whole time, proper angry, like he was fighting with himself. The pain was… I don’t even have a word for it. It was too much. Edwin was panicking, running for water, towels, anything.

And then—

I don’t know how to explain this without sounding mental.

The guy just goes, “I’ve got it. I’ve got it.”

And within seconds… the pain was gone.

Gone. Like someone flicked a switch.

I remember just lying there, shocked, breathing like I’d been sprinting, waiting for it to come back — because that’s not how pain works. But it didn’t. It was just… off.

I started coming round properly then, and I looked up at him.

He was pale. Proper pale, he looked young. Dark jacket, hood up. And his eyes— that’s the first thing you notice. They were green, but not normal green. Like they had depth. Like they caught the light wrong. Almost like they… glowed.

And then he opened his mouth in a grin.

And I saw his teeth.

Long. Pointed, a spec of red on the tip of the right one.

I just froze. I couldn’t stop staring. Like my brain was going, Nope. Not real. Not possible.

He clocked I’d seen, and he lost it. Proper spiralled. Hand on his head, pacing, swearing. “No, no… not like this.” Edwin was at my side wiping blood, trying to keep me calm, but I couldn’t take my eyes off this bloke.

I looked at Edwin like, Are you seeing this? And Edwin — he just… stayed weirdly calm.

I went, “What the fuck? Who is that?”

Edwin didn’t answer properly. Just: “You’ll find out. You’ll find out. The secret’s over — you’ve seen him. You’re going to have to know… everything we know. Even though we don’t know everything.”

That didn’t help. At all.

Then the guy stopped. Like he forced himself still. The agitation just… clicked off. He looked at me again, calm now, like he’d put a mask on.

And he goes, really steady: “Hi, Callum. I’m Evan.”

Like we’re being introduced at a BBQ or something.

Then he says, “I’ve been looking after you for quite a while. In the dark. Watching you. Making sure nothing bad happens.”

And my stomach turned because— what do you even do with that sentence?

He leaned in a bit, eyes bright and his voice went lower, like he wanted it to stick.

“Just remember this… I've got you Covered Night Side.”

And that’s where the name came from.

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