My mother disappeared 10 years ago. It was unexpected and unexplainable; shockingly there were hundreds of leads but every single one lead to absolutely nothing. A cold trail. A wild goose chase.
Of course she was missed and a funeral was held and her life was commemorated. She was assumed dead after every lead dried up like the Sahara Desert.
Soon people began to forget. Of course this happens I assumed, but when I asked my aunt to help me pick some flowers for her sisters grave, she gave me a blank look. She had no clue who Emma Shearing was, her younger sister. It was as if she had never existed. I visited her grave alone again...
Her headstone was in the exact some location. The headstone was white marble polished to perfection, just as I had picked 10 years prior. I go to read the heartfelt me and my aunts came up with over much debate, it was gone the headstone a blank canvas. I desperately searched the area for signs that the headstone had been replaced but there was no obvious signs. No fresh soil. The headstone was still green at the bottom with age.
It couldn’t be I desperately searched the cemetery to try an locate perhaps the correct headstone and maybe I was in the wrong location?
I couldn’t be! I have visited this exact location every month for the last 10 years. How could I forget the location of my mother’s grave!
It was as if the world was destroying the traces of Emma Shearing. Like she was some what of a mistake that the world had allowed to be created.
I sprinted home, terrified of what I had just seen. I ran through the front door. The house was deserted. It looked like it had been abandoned for years. No trace of my aunts.
I proceeded to look at my hand and it was slowly disappearing.
The Shearing family was no more.
I believed all my life I was normal.... Yesterday day changed that all. You see I was a law abiding citizen and I had never done a ‘sin’ as such other than being no religious and not believing in God but that is a whole other story. I’m a 25 year old male, other than the fact I have pulled pretty well in genetics lottery (or so I believed) I have naturally white hair and odd coloured grey/blue eyes which in most lights gave me a hollow looking stare. Today I discovered the reason and here is that story...
My day started fairly normally you know breakfast and walk the dog sort of thing before I went to my day job a tattoo artist. It felt like any other day you get the picture? On my way to work I was meant to die that morning, I live in a particularly wealthy area of New York, the quiet suburbs etc and it’s not uncommon to see expensive cars such as Lamborghini and McLaren etc, most of their owners are my neighbours and are generally middle aged men who can normally drive sensibly and not kill anyone if you get what I mean but a Lamborghini Aventador SVJ came flying round the corner and missed me by by millimetres, and immediately I get this floating feeling. I feared the death and I rose into the clouds and was greeted by JESUS! He explained I was destined to die this morning by Lucifer as he feared me and death was the only way to get rid of me. Turns out I am a freaking Abomination! I am a mixture of all of God’s creations and Satan’s creations essentially I am quite possibly at full potential stronger than God right?!
The reason behind me dying today was I would have been sent to heaven as I would have caused absolute havoc in Hell so it was safer for not only Lucifer but all of God’s creation that I were to be in Heaven but I cannot possibly die so that plan failed and I am out to get my revenge.
I was paid, a hefty sum too. The job description was to remove her. It’s quite sad really it was to easy I find it far more fun when it’s more difficult. She fell for my trap to eat the gifted cheese left by a stranger which I kindly injected with a poison that would slowly make it harder and harder to breathe. Easy enough although I prefer the targets that involve a little more action more interesting that way, but I was getting paid a large sum that would ultimately in a normal persons world mean retirement. I’ve tried that, far to boring.So I keep up my clientele. I am rather the best in the business you know. If you want someone dead they will be dead. Funny because your my next target.
