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~Let's kill tonight, kill tonight, show them all you're not the ordinary type. Let's kill tonight. ~May your fate serve you well and the rest be sent to hell.

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--P.O.V-- Evil --



“Praecipio tibi ut aperias!”

I command you to open!

The words were thrown like knives towards the white apartment door over and over again. My efforts to break down the door splinter by splinter and drag her out by the ear were all countered by the force invisibly blocking my entrance. I knew better than to think my curses and sputters against it would work but what the hell, right?

She wouldn’t take down that cross if her life depended on it…

No pun intended.

"BITCH!" I screamed at the door as if I stubbed my toe, and was taking it out on the chair that was in my way. My voice was luckily invisible to the human's ear.. I also knew better than to scream outside someones door when people lived in rooms close by.

Attention wouldn't be the best idea with my current choice of clothing: nothing.

Anger simmered under my naked skin as it became one o’ clock at night. I leaned my hands against both side of the door jam, my head down. It was only a matter of time I hadn’t arrived at the meeting. I tried some calming deep breaths that had absolutely no change in me. I was screwed. There was no other way to put it, I was utterly, royaly, and officially screwed.

I asked myself over and over again what the grim reaper was without his cloak at one in the morning and I kept getting the same response. Buck naked because of my lack of energy to fly with clothes on. So I ended up flying with nothing on landing in the middle of a hallway extremely in need of a nice, swift killing. I put my fingers on the bridge of my nose, focusing my energy on a shirt and jeans. They slowly appeared on my body as well as a leather jacket.

I was too lazy to conjure up some shoes.

"Thank you! Finally something goes right--" A high pitched whistle cut threw the air like a machete, before slipping past my skull and ending my chain of thoughts. “ARGH!” I got to my knees, feeling him trying to track me down. It wasn't the best experience in the world.

I swear to all that is un-holy if he—

My phone buzzed in the pocket of my jeans, making the muscles in my hands twitch.

“What,” I clipped, accepting the call.

“Five seconds. That’s the amount of time I’m giving you for an explanation before I fry your ass into tomorrow.”

I froze. “I—I—uh flushed it down the toilet.”

The dry response on the other end was, “You flushed it.”

“Yes.”

“You flushed it?” he repeated, his tone more icy. “Did you at least use some Lysol?” I snickered quietly at his joke before quickly becoming serious. “Mind your own business.”

“You are my business. I'm trying to be helpful.”

“You are absolutely in no way, shape, or form any help you lazy piece of—“I stopped, muting the phone for a second. I had to watch what I say, since the last time vulgar phrase I had said in front of him sent me flying off a building head first. I put the phone back to my ear, and said, “Listen. The angels will know where I am I can’t just—“

“I’ll be there in a few, don’t try to escape or God help me-- I’ll nail you to something. You can’t just skip the process. You know what happens when you miss a day.”

I muttered sarcastically, “I get pregnant?” I grinned as I slowly made my way down the staircases to the first floor of the apartments. I had made it down ten steps before I got bored. Skillfully I hoped over the railing and down the center of the twirling set of stairs. I felt weightless for all but twenty seconds before landed gracefully on the cerement floor. I popped the collar shrugged my shoulders in my leather jacket followed by casually shaking out my spiky, uncontrollable hair.

Stop worrying about the tameness of your hair and get the cloak! My inner voice hissed in my brain, in a scolding tone.

I put the phone back to my ear, sighing heavily at the lack of sound on the other end of the phone. “Cricket, cricket? It was just a joke, old man don’t get your horns in a twist.”

No laughter echoed the other line, as usual.

There was a long pause as if he was thinking deeply about something as he normally tended to do. “You joke now. But I for one am not cleaning up the mess you make when you go rabid and maul anything that has two legs, and are able to run fast. We have to be controlled now and away from their radar, Death, and you are making it difficult by committing these childish-“

“The fucking girl fell asleep!” I pushed the metal doors open with a ferocious grunt and exited the building. My head lifted up to her window as I backed away from the building, a scowl on my face.

“You know that’s not what I mean. I’m talking about the little…incident you had with the angel, John, yesterday. If you tore his arm off completely…” He paused as if switching to the other ear. His anger control was far better than mine. Hell, I had a list of people to kill, but technically I could ‘push’ someone in front of a bus. Right?

“Do you really want to meet with the Elders again? They can drag your ass back up there in a second flat, even if you are against them. I doubt they will let you off easy by ripping your wings out again,” the voice continued on the other line, annoyed at my failure to respond.

“Don’t act like I don’t do most of the dirty work,” I snapped with a frigid tone. I made my way down the sidewalk brushing my hand across the windows of the darkened stores. “I’ll handle the situation which is a minor setback by the way, and I’ll apologize to the moron. Just give me time—“

“—Death,” he said firmly, his tone empty of emotion. “Time means nothing coming out of your mouth you…”

I started to block out what he said as I realized my eyes had caught a shadow as I passed the windows of a store. It was dark, but I knew what it was. “Oh please let that be a horrible illusion,” I growled, slowly backing up to the window. “Please, please—“

I turned to face the window, the cell phone in my hand instantly clattering to the floor. A shock wave of heat travelled through my fingers and up my arms, before completely taking over my body.

Help me.

I bent down to retrieve the phone, holding it loosely in my hands as I spoke.

“We.. have a little bit of a problem,” I whispered, staring narrowed-eyed at the window. I felt my blood pressure rise quicker than ever before as I continued to stare in disbelief at the window.

“What?”

“Take a wild guess,” I snarled, the feeling inside me turning to something worse than hatred, which could only be described as loathing.

“Hmm,” he said thoughtfully, making my clench my jaw. I could tell he already knew what was wrong. He had invaded my mind as he always does. “A small prank, possibly done by a innocent human?”

“I’ll kill her,” I promised, grinding my teeth like a wood chopper. My grin was crazy and full of fangs in the mirror. “She’s dead to me.”

I stared at the cloak that was draped over my body in the reflection. How could I even describe its appearance? It had obviously appeared to me only because it wanted help—most likely meaning it was being tortured or abused. It had to be taken care of like a person. I realized at the moment that she was not in fact asleep in her apartment, but planning devilishly an act that would by far make me the angriest I had ever been in my whole life.

My voice was so sharp, so dangerous that it scared my own mind, when it crawled up the inside of my throat and out of my lips, “She bleached my fucking cloak!”

“Calm down. You can conjure up a new cloak, you just need to get it—“

I ended the call, hauling the phone miles from where I was standing my nostrils flaring uncontrollably with my heavy breathing.

Oh, I was getting my cloak back.

But I was getting it back my way.

“No more Mr. Nice guy,” I vowed to the darkness, my green eyes narrowed at the crescent moon. I walked a few paces down the sidewalk trying to think of a plan. I changed my direction until I stood in the middle of the road, my jacked and shirt disintegrating into the crisp, cold air.

Before I took flight, I took a cigarette and lit it with a snap of my fingers. While taking a long inhumanly drag, I decided to plan my course of action.

Nobody won a battle over me, nobody. I was the powerful one, I was the one that could wilt any flower I touched and laughed in the faces of every serial killer. It was undeniable what would occur the next or quite possibly the rest of the week. But what would I do?

I blew out a large puff of smoke, my eyes fixated on the black pavement.

I’ll be friendly with her, oh yes I would be friendly with her. So friendly in fact that she will just know something is wrong, deep in that precious little gut. But she will go along with it because hey, when am I ever nice? We’ll chat for a while, maybe discuss a little bit about her piece of crap hands destroying the fabric that is my delicate--

I took another long drag at the cigarette, my eyes starting to twitch with anger.

She’ll trust me, I don’t know when, and I don’t know how long, but she will trust me.

Then I would strike.

A slow, cynical smile lifted the corner of my lips as I thought up a plan so diabolical it would put the cherry on my strawberry- frosted cupcakes little head of silky black hair. Or should I say the icing on the cupcake?

I am so intelligent, I praised myself, before dropping my expression all together into a less angelic one.

In a flash I sprinted at the empty intersection like a bull, and took off from the ground into the night, my wings blending in with the dusky painted sky.