Cody rounded a corner with Taylor hot on his heels. He stopped dead and she narrowly avoided slamming into the back of him. As it was she skidded to a stop a few inches from the opposite wall of the alley.
"This is weird," Cody said. His voice bounced off the brown brick walls as if they were standing in a cavern.
"The echo?" Taylor asked.
"No," Cody said, "the lack of graffiti."
At this, Taylor finally looked up to see the cages strung haphazardly across the opening between the buildings.
"Do you think it's some sort of art installation?" Cody asked.
"Oh no." Taylor took a step back, and then another, but no matter how much she tried she couldn't seem to step out of the alley.
"I guess I agree that I wouldn't call it art." Cody walked away from her, further into the alley.
Taylor continued to try and move back. "Not what I meant!" The pitch of her voice rocketed against her will and the next words that she could push out sounded strangled and high. "The cages!"
Cody turned toward her. As he did it, the first piece of her right hand pulled away and was blown, as if by a high breeze, back into one of the swinging metal cells. It was followed by her forearm and a piece of her shoulder. Cody's eyes went wide and he ran at full speed, but couldn't leave his spot. She reached out toward him with her left hand and it flew away. Cody was screaming, and then the sound dropped out. She couldn't hear anything with any of her ears, other than a high ringing.
The more pieces of Taylor that were captured, the more eyes she had with which to look upon the scene. It was deja vu. It was a nightmare. It was probably, finally, the end.