""Time of death-"
"Beep. Beep. Beep."
"Oh my demon! She's alive!" Zoe yells.
"Oh thank goodness." My racing heart begins to slow. She's not dead.
"You aren't losing me that easily," I hear her voice. I look around, but nobody's there.
"Did she say something?" I ask Zoe.
"No. Why?" she asks, clearly confused.
"No reason. I've gotta get back to work. I'll call you tomorrow?"
"I have to do that heart transplant tomorrow," she answers.
"What about tonight?"
"I have to train the new guy."
"When can you call?"
"At night when I'm supposed to be asleep."
"Wow. I hate your schedule," I state.
"Zoe! You have a pickup!" I hear Ghost in the background.
"Gotta go. I'll call when I can," she sounds exhausted.
"Okay. Bye," I hang up.
I go back inside. Sara is arguing with a customer, telling him that we don't sell animals.
"Excuse me, sir," I step in. "Please make your purchase and leave the store."
"I was just asking this young woman about the dogs. Where are the animals?" he continues arguing.
"We don't sell animals. If you want an animal, please go to our neighboring building, the pet shop. You are no longer welcome here."
"I want a dog!" he yells.
"Then go to our neighboring store, the pet shop. You were yelling at my friend, and now you are yelling at me. Leave." I look straight into his eyes, in my mind telling him to leave.
"Okay," he turns and walks out.
"How did you do that?" Sara asks me.
"I don't know, actually. Nobody's ever listened to me before. I feel powerful," I answer. Did I actually use my ability, or was he just tired of arguing?
"Thank you. I don't know if I would've been able to handle much more of that."
"No problem! Whenever you need me, I'm here."
A few hours later, Sara and I walk home. She goes straight to bed, but I stay awake to talk to Tim. He's playing on a gaming console.
"Can I ask you something?" I ask him.
"Of course," he pauses it.
"Can you be my target?"
"I have a second ability," I tell him.
"Nice. What do I need to do?"
"Just think of anything and I'll read your mind."
I focus on his eyes and mouth for a good ten seconds before I hear his voice whispering something. It's hard to hear.
"Possess me? Really?" I finally conclude.
"Hey, at least you got it. And, I've been doing research about you."
"What do you mean?"
"I looked up different types of demons, and you're made up of a bunch of different races, so I looked up mixed demons next. Turns out, you have a lot in common with the Black Eyed Demon and the Knight of Hell. You said they corrupted you, right?" He grabs a computer from a cupboard in the kitchen and comes back.
"Yeah. They chose me."
"And your super gives you black eyes, wings, fangs, and a demonic voice, correct?"
"That's what happened last time."
"Then yeah, that's my super."
"Then I'm on the right path. Apparently, you can only possess people when you die, and they have to want to be possessed at least once. Then you're in control. After that, they can try to fight it, but you can still take over. And another thing. They have to look like you."
"Great. So like a doppelganger?"
"I didn't say they had to be you. They just have to resemble you. For you, it'd be any person that's not really tall, short, dark brown hair, and brown eyes."
He opens his computer. There are already a bunch of tabs open. All about demons.
"See here? It says:
Knights of Hell are the hand-picked demons. They usually have a hidden power beneath their usual one. The older they get, the easier it is to use their full power."
"This is giving me thoughts," I interrupt.
"Like what?" he looks at me.
"Ghost chose me."
"Hybrid corrupted me."
"So how old is Ghost? He's the king of the Underworld! He's not really that old, is he?"
"If he's the king, it's possible that he's been there since the very beginning. Why don't you sketch a picture of him and we'll see if we can find him."
I grab a pencil and a paper from the kitchen and begin. First I draw the mask. The curvy shape of the material, the small feathers that have always bothered me. I start his head behind it. The strong jawline, the perfectly straight lips, the waxed eyebrows, all the way up to his slicked back hair with too much gel. I draw his cold, dead eyes last. His dark irises, his blank stare, his hidden anger at his beyonce and fear of getting hurt, physically or emotionally.
"You're an amazing artist!" he compliments me when I'm done.
"Thanks. Can we find him?" I steal the computer.
"I guess I don't have a choice."
I take a picture of my drawing and it brings up a series of names and descriptions. Ages and dates. Personalities and other pictures. They all look about the same. Except for one. In one picture, he's standing behind a girl with long, black hair. She's very skinny and curvy. She's definitely his person. Her name was Zenada.
Zenada was in the military for eight years before she finally got injured. Her leg was almost destroyed and she was paralyzed from the waist down. Her and Ghost were the cutest couple. He always opened doors for her, pulled out the chair at the restaurant, things like that. He was the nicest man you would ever meet. Until he found out he respected the wrong person.
Jess and I had just finished training a new worker, a memory chaser. Memory chasers can read memories, but the person they're reading has to be unconscious and they must be touching. The memory chaser, David, had proposed a plan. Him, Jess, and I would go to Ghost's place at midnight and see why he was always so cold. When he read Ghost's memories, we didn't expect what came.
"Henry Wayne, do you take Zenada Una to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the man had asked.
"I do," Ghost answered him.
"And you, Zenada. Do you take Henry Wayne to be your lawfully wedded husband?
She shot him in the leg.
He fell onto the ground, his tuxedo bloody. The police never found Zenada. As for Henry, he replaced the previous king of the Underworld.
"Hey. Are you alright?" Tim asks me.
"I asked you if it was him."
"Oh. Sorry. It's him."