_Devil _   _Bang. _The sound echoed off the abandoned walls. A sound that can be heard to anyone listening close enough. The only problem, no one is close enough to hear.   _Bang. _I watched as the trigger was pulled. I watched as the bullet found its way out of the barrel. It is like time slowed down and this moment was the only moment that mattered.   Bang. I smiled, almost laughing as I watched the moment the bullet found its mark. And then everything went dark for that poor unfortunate soul. Well, that seems to kind to say. That bitch excuse of a human. And they say I’m mad? That I’m the devil? HA…   They got what they deserved. On to the next. It’s a shame really but that’s the way things are. Don’t mess with the devil and expect to come out alive. I will hunt every last one of them and remind them they made me this way. Its their fucking fault and now they get to simply die.     _Demon _   The shot rang off the walls, loud and unyielding. No one around to hear, or so they thought. But here I am staring and watching. Crouched down like some creep. Not so far off the mark, but I prefer admirer. It has a better ring to it, rolls off the tongue quite nicely. But I’m getting off topic now. This person before me, so intriguing.   So captivating. So stunning. I step forward entranced in who, or what, I see. I want to see more, I need more, I have to –   “Who the fuck are you?” Deep green raged filled eyes stare me down, while the barrel of the gun is situated between my brows.   Beautiful. Is this love? I think I’m in love.   I smile up at this creature before me. “Well, I am—.”   There was a loud crash in the back, probably some rodent. The green eyes turn from me and disappears. Wow, I didn’t even get to finish. I guess me smiling up at them with a gun to my head spooked them, so they ran off. Or  maybe the rodent did. A shame. I really wanted to introduce myself.   Even so, that was unexpected. And even more unexpected was that green eyed devil waslaughing… interesting. Looks like I have some hunting to do. Run all you want little devil, your demon is coming to play

The alarm blares loudly forcing me out of my sleep. It’s 7 in the morning and the sun is warming my ever growing cold room in the dead of winter. Groaning, I stretch my arms over my head feeling tightness down my neck and back. Finally getting up, I can smell the strong, soothing aroma of coffee brewing in the kitchen.

Walking down the cold, hard wooden steps, towards the kitchen, I pour a cup of coffee into my favorite mug. Heating up my hands, I walk towards my front door to sit out in the chilly morning air that smells of fresh, crisp snow. As I walk outside through the black door frame, I look out into the snow and I see them. Footprints.

I stop abruptly, thinking about last night. Remembering that I could see the brown dead grass, there was no snow last night. And it is no longer snowing this morning. These are fresh footprints. My heart begins to pound in my chest. So loudly I can hear the beat in my ears and feel the pulse throughout my whole body. I feel the slick drops of sweat forming along my brow and upper lip. Taking a couple steps forward until I reach the steps leading the to yard, I look at the prints closer. They are big, like a man’s size. But who on earth could have been here? And when? My mind starts racing and all the possibilities. My eyes are darting around my yard, frantically looking for more clues. When they stop, landing in a spot out in the distance. Landing on him.

It’s a chilly day in October with a slight breeze brushing over my skin. I walk up to the gate thinking about the last time I stood in front of this place.It’s pathetic looking with the boards covering the soot stained windows and doors. Half expecting to keep any intruders out. They should have just let it burn to the ground. It’s not like I would have returned after what happened. I remember the day like it was yesterday and here I am trying to find answers.

My palms begin to get clammy, reacting to the reoccurring nightmares and memories about this place. My parents screams of terror as the intruders invaded our house. The sound of nails clawing against the floorboards as I was being dragged away. Forced to watch my parents get murdered as I was left to burn. If it wasn’t for him, I would be dead. But that’s a story for another time.

I start to peal away the boards with my crowbar, half tempted to just smash through the damn things. It takes me about 20 minutes just to get the door open. I take a deep, shaky breath and walk through the doorway. The smell of stale air with a hint of smoke hits my nose. It’s pitch black in here with small hints of the sun streaming through the small cracks of the boards covering the window. It almost feels as though the house itself was hiding from whatever was out there. I get out my flashlight, praying it turns on with the old batteries in it. It flickers on and I begin my search. I’m not really sure what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when I find it.

It happened so fast. I didn’t know what to make of it. All I see before me is a body and blood. Lots of blood. Oh god. What did I do? What happened? “Hi there” I whip around so fast at the voice behind me, almost falling. “Who..?” I see the deepest brown eyes looking down at me with a knowing smirk on his lips. Asshole. “Who are you?” “Someone you’ll get to know very soon.” What? Someone I’ll get to know. What does that mean? Wait. The body. “Wha-“ “Ouch. That looks painful.” He leans past me, looking at the body behind me. “I guess I could have been less messy about it.” “This was you?” “Well, yes. Did you think you were the one capable of doing something like that?” Excuse me. What does he think I can’t handle taking down a grown ass man? The fuck. Fuck him. This rage that I feel is familiar. I relish in it. I let it in. Let it build. “FUCK. YOU.” “Oh, I wish you would.” The brown eyes glint at me as than scan my body from head to toe. My body actually gets hot at the look he gives me. Ugh traitor. Control yourself. “You don’t know what I am capable of and what I have already done.” This asshole has know clue who I am. “I know exactly what you can and will do. I know your secret. And I cannot wait for you to come out and play some more.” He leans into me. Taking up my space. He is so close I can feel his breath on me. I take a step back, shocked. But not nervous. Not scared but enthralled. I give him a smirk as I stare him down. “Play?” “Yes. Play because he was just the first.” He takes a step toward me. And I don’t move. I let him close the gap between us. “Who says he was the first?” I give him a look of pure defiance, but he knows what I am. A part of me beems prideful at what he doesn’t know. That this body is not the first. Not my first. And it won’t be my last.