DANIEL JAMES HOWELL

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"You're purely evil, your blood pumps faster after you took the life of another. I'll make you a deal if you're interested."

I nervously watch the clock as the seconds tick by. The girl who sits in front of me happily scribbles down the answers to her test as I stare at the back of her head intently. If I focus then this would be done right, and I'll see if that man was full of shit or not. I think back to what happened last week, it was bizarre.

"What's the deal?" I questioned the man in the dark suit. I washed my hands in the sink as he smiled evilly at me. The moment he appeared in this hotel room it seemed he came from thin air. I panicked because I had just killed someone. It wasn't anyone important, just a hooker.

However, the man just seemed pleased with me as he stared at the lifeless body. I knew I was going to get caught, it was inevitable. There was no way I could clean this up or try to dispose the evidence in time. My best chance was to leave this room and never return. The room is in the woman's name because I was seventeen. I guess my tall frame and the smirk on my lips is why the person at the desk didn't question me. I wouldn't be blamed for the mess the room has become.

The walls had blood on it from where I dragged my hands across it, even the carpet was drenched. The bed where her body laid was a horrid mess, I had beheaded her and cut up various parts of her body. The room looked as if I was performing a ritual, I don't think I was conscious when I wrote those symbols on the walls. Maybe that's why the man appeared.

When I was done washing my hands I turned around and saw him walk back into the main hotel room. I walked behind him as he set his suitcase down and began to open it, moments later he snatched a paper out of it.

I look at the girl's blond hair that's pin straight. She's a bubbly girl, her voice has a certain squeak to it that just annoys me beyond belief. I tried to look past that and befriend her but she just rolled her eyes and told me to piss off. She just got on my every nerve. Well I can put an end to that right now.

I look down at my fingers and I clench them remembering how they looked when they were covered in blood last week. That was also the night I made the deal.

The words he uttered were fascinating. He shoved the paper towards me had almost the exact words on them. He pointed to where I had to sign but I hesitated.

"How do I know you're not full of shit?" I asked, leaning back in my chair and raising an eyebrow. He nodded as if he heard this many times before.

"Test it out. The minute you focus on someone and wish death on them, they will die. When that happens I will appear and you will sign the contract. If you don't want to then I will take your memory and you'll be blamed for the murder here." He motioned to the bed where the hooker's remains were.

"Are you blackmailing me?" I questioned, letting a little chuckle past my lips. He knit his eyebrows together and looked at me with a look of frustration. Soon, his expression eased as he smiled.

"You're the perfect fit. You even make me feel inferior. Just remember, you'll leave this hotel and this murder will never be linked to you until you do as told." He reminded me before grabbing the paper and putting it into his briefcase. He closed it and walked outside the hotel room.

I jerk back into reality when the girl suddenly falls out of her chair clenching her stomach. I watch in awe as she vomits out blood before she twists her head around and looks at me. Her eyes were pure white as blood fell out of them like tears. With a final smile she collapses to the floor.

Everyone's screaming and flying out of their seats except me. I can't believe it, the deal is real.

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