Anathema *In editing*

Chapter Six

When Jane had signed the deal to murder her cheating husband, the clock had begun  to countdown, the tiny hand scratching the surface of the clock.

At precisely six AM Harry would latch himself onto Janes Husbands life essence -or rather his mind- filling him on information of his new victim: such as his age, name, job ect. He would act as his shadow, only for the first day to fully understand what he gets up to before departing at nine PM.

The second day will be different, Harry will slowly make his presence known, objects will slowly move. Writing will appear on walls and thunderous footsteps will slowly arise around the house  (and lights will flicker) to make it seem as if the victim was going crazy, although not too crazy. This process may seem may seem may too cynical  and not too demonic but this was Harry's strategy. Harry likes the erotic feeling he gets when his victims panic.

He will make them wonder what is wrong, so they will run.

They will scream.

They will cry.

But they will never escape.

Furthermore, Harry will act as if he is a ghost. Using the ability of his mind reading aetiquette, he will use that to reveal intrusive secrets that will cause James to believe in the after life. It's a bit like Matilda really, and the message that Magnus gave Miss Trunchbull: " AGATHA, THIS IS MAGNUS GIVE MY BUMBLE-BEE BACK HER HOUSE."  That kind of thing, but obviously without a happy ending.

When the clock reached the third day, Janes husband would be dead.

On the first day of Harry watching Janes husband he couldn't have been more then disgusted, the man was practically rolling around in money and he was clearly showing it. The man had golden door knobs for hells sake!

Harry may be evil but he was evil to those that were also evil, he collected all the tainted souls. In Harry's eyes Janes  husband was a tainted soul. Harry didn't care though, it added to his collection and it would make hell more fun.

Harry discovered that Janes husband was well known in the restaurant business. He was the big man, his face was plastered on boards all across London right next to Loreal  adverts. His name?  James Foster. The typical first class man with gelled black hair that was greying at the side and piercing blue eyes that stared into your soul.

Firstly, When Harry had latched onto the sleeping mans memories, he discovered that he was American and a typical Bachelor, not only that he had also had other mistresses before he got with Janes best friend and got them all pregnant before proposing and then leaving them, divorced and financially bankrupted.

The man to Harry was a con-man and to add to the juiciness of the story, the restaurant that James owned was all just a lie and was really just a cover up to feed his drug addiction, and to feed his drinking habits. If James wanted to import any drugs or expensive drinks he could simply import it and have it delivered to his restaurant. Quite scandalous really.

One thing that played on Harry's mind was how he married Jane, he was married to her for twenty years. After all she's Forty five years old, she could have had kids by now, why did he decide to cheat on her if he could have just divorced her instead?

Harry walked further into the bedroom, his eyes studying the man in irritation. He was doing this for Daisy, his Daisy. The mans life seems bland, too boring, too repeitivive. Meetings, more meetings, yelling at his workers. Lying to his wife and his many mistresses, too many dinner parties. One memory caused Harry to stop flickering and watch it in motion, he recognised the young blonde head as Jane, and soon recognised the young suited boy as James.

The two young people appeared to be in a heated argument in a lush room, Harry chuckled silently too himself when he saw that Jane and James looked like carbon clones of their parents. 'Figures,' Harry though. "Pride is every humans downfall and every big mans ego." Harry mumbled before focusing on the memory again before realisation took place.

The two words simultaneously made Harry understand the reason why Jane and James were together.

ARRANGED   MARRIAGE.

"Jane, James. We have called you here today to discuss with you that your parents and I are growing tired of your rebellious behaviour. James, you're my son and you're becoming so rebellious! You're not spending money when I tell you, you should and just yesterday Mrs Deacons from Golf Committee spoke to me about how you were a few minutes late to the tournament. I mean honestly son, I raised you better."

"I agree, Jane darling. Your mother and I are taking away your allowance and car,  you're becoming so wild and it's making your mother so upset, we had to book your mother in for an emergency pedicure because she began to panic and she broke her nail! Honestly child, appearance means everything in this family and you turned up twenty minutes late for our anniversary meal last week to help out at a festival you know we don't associate ourselves with those commoners."

By now Harry was laughing to himself quietly, he could not believe what he was hearing. This is why he was teaching  people a lesson, cleansing a world of evil. Oh how cliche that sentence was.

"But father!" James and Jane bellowed together.

"Enough," the two men standing by an office desk said while the two trophy wives sat at the side with their heads held high and a disappointed look on their face. "You look are to be married in a month, your rebellious behaviours ends now and it'll help tie the two family business together."

Harry pulled himself out of the dream as an alarm began to ring and the left hand of the man came out smacking the newest edition of iPhone. Harry immediately noticed that his wedding finger was also missing his wedding band.

Harry quickly disappeared and prepared for his day of stalking Mr James Foster.

Day one of James last days of existence was about to begin and Harry couldn't be more excited.

After nine tonight he was going to visit Daisy again.

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James Foster is pictured to be pierce brosnan.
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