(My thanks to Dasan's player who helped me to write this blog. Warning: This blog contains some bad language. Thanks. :D)
I knew what I had to do. It was all sitting there right in front of me in black and white each paper saying the same thing. "Teen dies in tragic car accident." Repeatedly the same words were used. The bodies were burned to badly to be recognized. Each an accident taking place on the highway. Tragic lost of lives. These and other titles repeated time and time again. They keep telling me that I was crazy. You are just mourning Ciara, the counselor had said just yesterday. "You are young you will bounce back.”
My mother had just laughed at first. If I was honest I was surprised she even knew my boyfriend's name let alone that he had died. Hell, truth be told I was surprised she remembered my name half the time. I think it might have to do with the fact my lost got her free drinks. You know something to take the edge off to help her little girl. I don't really think the bar owners really believed it. I think they figured if she passed out it would give me a chance to not listen to her. Therefore, in some ways it was for me just not in the way she thought. I would have to thank them later for that because if I had her tell me one more time. "Honey lots of fish in this here sea. Besides probably wouldn’t have lasted" I would have strangled her with her own fishnet stockings.
The police were no better. They give me the look. You know the one. The one that says poor child you have clearly lost it. Fuck them all. I will do this alone. Ten deaths in the last year, ten and they thought I was the crazy one. All the same, story, teenage boy dies in horrible accident. I was so not making this shit up. There was a pattern. The truth was clear either someone was crashing teenage boys on purpose or someone wanted us to believe they were dead. Personally, I was hoping for the later cause that meant Nikhil could be alive. Ok, so probably apart of some horrible experiment. Still alive was better than dead right?
It was this thought that drove me to investigate the other nine deaths. I asked around school and found out in each case like in Nikhil's each student had gotten a tattoo from the same man. That night had been on my mind a lot since that day. Something wasn't right about that place...about that man. Sure, on the outside it was exactly what you would have excepted. A hole in the ground in a manner of speaking. A hidden out of the way place--you found out about cause someone told someone. The kind of place the cops never find but every teenager can. Its owner about the same Mister Enigma himself with his dark eyeliner--dressed in black---devil takes me attitude.
I had been in places like that before. Places like this specialized in all sorts of vice. Various things guns, drugs, beer, tattoos, piercing--what is your pleasure--what is your sin. Everything ranging from those things you just can't ask mommy and daddy for to you just can't do it ever cause the government said so. Hell, I even knew people that ran them. Some boys no older then I trying impress their peers, others those trying desperately to cling to some last vestige of youth, anti social government types trying to tear down the establishment, and lastly truly dangerous men playing dangerous games.
This place was different. I still was not able to put my foot on it. This man was different. It was almost as he was playing by a completely different set of rules. Well, I was about to knock down his fucking chessboard. I had warned him not to come near my friends.
It was well past midnight by the time I found the place again. I could have sworn it had been on the other side of the street. However, one could forget a lot in two years. Had it really been that long, two mother-fucking years if my hunch was correct I really was going to kill the bastard? I must have looked quite the sight to anyone that saw me. My red hair pulled back on a ponytail, dressed from head to toe in black. Black boots over black jeans with a black hoodie. I looked every part like some thief in the night, which might have been believable if not for the double barrel shotgun I carried with me. There really was no way I could think of to hide it. Fuck it, I thought let them ask I was in a mood to tell them.
I entered the room and took a glance around. I got the same disapproving look the the last time. The kind that almost seemed to say 'kid stop playing with the big boys' I didn't give a damn what they thought. I just needed them gone. So since I was feeling somewhat dramatic I lifted the gun in the air and fired. The sound took me by surprised seeming to echo in the small space. It rather made me feel like I was in the middle of some goddamn movie. "Get out!" I could have said something witty as this point. I just didn't. Those people didn't matter to me. I didn't care about the young people getting tattoos to impress their dates, each other, or some need to prove they could. I didn't care about the man getting like his hundredth one turning his body into some living breathing work of art. I didn't care who they were or why they came. I just wanted them gone. Cause, I needed the man behind the door. Mr. Sunshine himself.
People scattered some cast glances my way as if debating my intent and if defying me was a good idea. In the end, however I was left alone. It was then that Mister hey look at me came out with his long black trench trailing behind him. His gold earring glittering from one ear as he stepped into the room like some mystical god of death coming out of hell with the soul purpose of pissing me off. He glanced at me his blue eyes studying me for a moment before he burst out laughing as I lowered the gun pointing it right at him. "Love if you wanted a tattoo all you had to do was ask."
"I don't want a tattoo. I warned you if you came near my friends I would kill you." I replied trying hard to not pull the trigger out of the principal of the matter. Son of bitch was laughing at me.
He leaned against the doorframe his eyes never leaving mine. "Why did what his name try to duplicate the tattoo and fall splat to his death all smushy or something equally horrid?"
I glared wishing I could bore a hole right into that smug face of his. "This isn't about Deven. This is about Nikhil. You did something to him. Now tell me where the hell he is."
A chuckle escaped his lips. "Now darling, I have no reason to go near Nikhil. Even on the other hand I might take responsibility if something happened to him."
"It is Deven. You daft man. "
"Daft is it?” Hmm maybe I should put that on my name tag as soon as I get one that is."
He seemed to ponder that as I shouted. "Stop changing the subject.”
"What subject? Oh yes I do like your gun very much. However love I really don't need that close of a view."
"I will give you a name tag across the head. I am not trying to show you my gun I am trying to kill you.
"Silly girl. People don't wear nametag on their heads those are called bows trying yes but failing seeing how I am obviously still breathing."
I glared at him as the thought occurred to me. He isn’t afraid. He hasn't so much as batted an eye. They say that the only people who aren't afraid with a gun pointed at them were those with a death wish or those who were truly insane. I was voting for the insane theory personally. Although, a third idea popped into my mind. or those that know they have nothing to fear. If this was the case, I was so out of my league.
He studied me his hand moving up as I flinched the gun dropping slightly as I pulled the trigger. I squealed as the bullet went through his chest his hand resting against my cheek. He looked down at the bullet hole as it began to closes. "Really love that is a bit extreme does you always shoot men for touching you. Must leave quite the trail of bodies behind you."
I stared at him watching the wound close. I backed away had on some level knew he wasn't normal. However, feeling something and knowing are two different things. "What are you? And what did you do to Nikhil!"
He was so calm it made me want to kick him. "What I am is not as important as who I am. And hysterics isn't going to help you find you boyfriend love."
His hand caressed my cheek before he let it fall back down to his side as I whispered. "Who are you?"
"I am Dasan Black." he chuckled as if there was something funny in his name.
"Wait! Find? You said find! You did do it."" Despite everything, it didn't make me feel better. He was out there all alone somewhere. I had failed him.
He wagged a finger at me. "Now love I never said anything about having anything to do with it. And as for find it is clear you would believe that no matter what the truth."
"Don't pretend you know anything about me."
"I don't have to pretend darling. I know you better than you know yourself."
"I bet. Now tell me where he is!"
"You really do have a one track mind. I can be fair though."
"Fair? I doubt you know the meaning of the word."
"Of course I do. Fair is my middle name."
I snorted. "Uh huh and I am the Easter bunny."
"I don't know about Easter, but I know a type of bunny you could be.' He smirked as his eyes moved up and down my body.
"Shut it. Wait? You said you could be fair. What did you mean by that?
"I can give you a chance to find him."
"What? A chance? If he is alive all I have to do is search."
"You could search forever here and never find him."
"What do you mean by here?"
"This realm love. Your boyfriend isn't on earth anymore. He is somewhere else."
"I can never find him then." I wanted to cry.
"I wouldn't say ever love. I can help you for a price."
"What price?"
"That is the question." He smiled at me. Giving me the impression that there were more in those words then I knew. "What if the price is your soul?"
I blinked. "My soul? What in the world would you want with that?"
"I am a demon. We use them to play cards with in hell."
I stared at him. "Don't be daft."
"Or maybe I eat them. I could use it to turn you into my minion. Perhaps, I desire it." He leaned forward almost whispering the word desire before pulling away. "My reasons are my own love."
"I would have to be stupid to agree with that."
"And here I thought you wanted to find your true love. I can be fair love. Care to make a wager?"
"What kind of wager?"
"I will send you for half your soul. If in one year, you can find and save your true love. I will return it. If not I get the other half."
I had a funny feeling that part of that statement was left unsaid. However, it was a chance. I wanted to return Nikhil to his family. They were always so nice to me I owed them that much.” Fine I agree."
He smiled. "We just need to seal the deal with a kiss."
"A kiss? Really?"
"Either way love. That is how we are sealing the deal. Cause, I always get what I desire."
"And what do you desire?"
"You haven't figured it out yet." He leaned forward his face almost touching mine. "So what is it going be love?”
Shaking my head, I took a deep breath. "Alright."
He smiled as he closed the difference kissing me. The kiss lasted longer than it should as I pulled away. "Was the tongue really necessary?"
Smirking at me, "If you are going to do something do it right."
"Did you take my soul? I don't feel different."
He held up a necklace. “Right here love. I intend to keep it close." He put the chain around his neck. Now for the other part of our deal.” With those words, a thick purple smoke surrounded me. "One more thing love. You won't remember anything once you get there that isn't going be a problem is it?"
"Huh?" I said just seconds before the world went black.
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