Chapter 1
A tall, lean man stood by the fence of a rooftop. A lit cigarette was between his thin fingers as he placed it in his mouth and watched as smoke slithered out of the cigarette and dispersed up into the dark starry night. Damon smiled sweetly at the cars moving below him. His ears were filled with the loud noise of cars honking at each other and people yelling at each other. The dark narrow street below him was lit up on the sides by tall streetlights. "If only I could get a car.." Damon sighed as his long dark brown hair swished with the wind. Damon had a dirty appearance. His clothes clearly had rips and small stains. His large white shirt was so close to being the colour orange and his jeans were ripped. There were tiny dots of blood visible on his royal blue jeans. His big large brown boots turned into sandles. The front soles of his shoes had been torn apart by his stubby toes.
The green door to the rooftop quietly creaked open. A tall, sturdy pale man with long, sharp wide shoulders began to walk towards Damon as he stared at him with soulless, cold black eyes. The man wore a red top hat with the words, "0220" engraved on it and a fine, red suit. Damon's eyes widened in fear when he heard those firm, loud footsteps. "Shit," Damon muttered out loud, "I was found." "Damon Lewis," The man called out with a robotic tone, "You have committed a great sin by not fulfilling your part of the contract with Lewis. Therefore, I, 0220, as Lewis' loyal servant, will kill you on his behalf."
Damon turned around and dropped to the dirty floor to his knees. With emerald green eyes filled with tears he whimpered, "Please let me live.. I promise, I'll fulfill my part of the contract soon."
0220 placed his cold hands on Damon's pale throat, "Good bye, Damon Lewis. This is the end for you." 0220 said like it was final and there was nothing Damon could do. Damon shut his eyes tight and clenched his right fist, where a ring was safely tucked in. A sharp pin stuck out of the ring's clear ball and grazed Damon's palm, making a drop of blood fall to the ground. O22O's hands tightened around Damon's neck. O220's hands began to quiver when Damon's body fell to the ground- lifeless. "I am sorry, child." O220 said as his body dispersed into the air- as if he was never the cause for Damon Lewis' death. The tiny pool of blood that Damon had caused by cutting his palm rose up into the dark night air in the form of small dots and began to follow a strong scent- the scent of someone who had died.
A handsome man seated on a black director's chair. His head was laid back and his eyes were shut tight. He wore a thick, black leather coat and a dark blue silk shirt paired with plain black jeans. His hair was pure black- highlighted with streaks of dark brown and barely passed by his white delicate ears. In his hands, he held an empty bottle of sleeping pills and a glass cup. The contents of the glass cup had spilled all over the man's lap. His chest showed no movement and his lips had no colour- as if he was dead. The man's chest rose up and down in soft, slow motions as if he had breathed. His hands had flinched. Pins of blood which stayed put in the air came down onto the man in one swift motion and disappeared into the depths of his skin. The man's eyes opened. His eyes changed colour from blue to green in a flicker. Damon gasped and scanned his surroundings with his emerald eyes. To his side, there was a vanity table with a long, large mirror lit up with bright yellow lights. Makeup was arranged neatly in a professional row on the desk. "What she said was correct.." Damon said, "It worked," Damon smiled as he stared at his hands. "I'm still alive." A sweet rush of victory pumped up Damon's heart with excitement. Damon got up from the chair and jumped with a happy smile, "Woo!" He said, "I'm still alive~ I'm invincible and I'm still alive~ Haha!" Damon said as he danced silently by himself, singing his song of victory while doing so. A man knocked on a door with a fancy sign pinned on it with the words engraved, "Damon Blue." "Damon Blue, your scene is up again," The man opened the door and froze still in shock when he saw what Damon was doing. Dancing. And he wasn't even doing it nicely. Damon was dancing like how an old lady would jam to a song, "I'm invincible~". "Um.." The man spoke up, "Sir? Your scene is up." Damon looked at him, "Oh.." Damon said, "Lead me there, I don't know the way." Damon said as the man nodded and led him out of the room. A thought crossed Damon's head. Was the body Damon had fully taken over an actor?
