The Devil and I.

The Process.

I never did ask Morgan about the man who was the only other passenger in his car. He didn't even want me to see him because he moved my hand from the glass. I had been practicing nearly everyday to see if I could select whose past I saw. I tried on Dolly. Morgan had restored their memories of him and she apologised all the time for forgetting him and making herself look stupid, Newt had apologised too but in a phone call rather than in person he was busy at his job, paying for his flat and car. The first time I wasn't ready for it, Dolly had grabbed my hand when she saw my little bump, I saw her being born, I saw the man who wasn't her uncle but told her to call him uncle, I saw her misery when her dad told her he knew all about it, I saw her meeting Newt, I saw her meeting me, and I saw her intimate moments with Newt. I didn't collapse like I did with Morgan but his memories were more intense, Dolly's seemed fuzzy I saw but I didn't feel anything. I kept trying throughout the time she was here and be the time she left I saw little things like her brushing her hair this morning for a few seconds. It would definitely take more practice. Morgan came home from God knows where but this time he smelt like smoke, not cigarette smoke but fire smoke. "Where have you been?"
"Emily, I can't see why that's your fucking business."
"Get some clean clothes on I can smell smoke all on you." He stared at me like I was a creature he needed to observe. Then he walked out the door again. Leaving me again. I was past caring I knew he didn't care about me he just wanted to see what came out of me. I decided to make myself busy, I washed the dishes and put them all back after I dried them, I changed the bed sheets and put the old ones in the washer, I cleaned the windows and changed the netting and put them in a basket ready to be washed after the bed sheets were done. Finally I stood in mums bedroom. It hadn't changed at all, I still cleaned it, the day will come when this may be a nursery for the child I was carrying. At the moment I couldn't bring myself to change anything. I've had enough with changes lately, changes and revelations, and I wasn't to going to change anything anytime soon. I wonder that my mother would think about this, I mean as much as she loved me she would probably have me locked away committed. I think I'm ready to go in there actually. Morgan would probably take the baby somewhere to see how that turns out. Considering he is the Devil he always looks at me like I need to be study and figured out and I've saw him looking at Newt and Dolly in the same way. It's like he doesn't understand humanity, he observes how we live, how we communicate but judging the accounts in the Bible he failed because he didn't understand what humanity and what being human is actually like. We crave goodness and sometimes we try to obtain it through unsavoury means but in the ultimate goal is to get some goodness, something pure, something that makes us happy.
Morgan didn't come back all night, but with him you never know if he is truly gone. His texts became far and few so I didn't even bother texting him to know where he was, to know if he was okay. But as I said before you never know if he is truly gone, sometimes I think I see someone moving but when I go and look there is none there. It was like he was playing with me making me feel like I was never alone, I would never complain about being lonely again this felt so much worse it felt heavy. Two weeks after he stormed out he came back. If I thought the smell of smoke was bad it didn't compare to this. From head to foot Morgan was covered in black blood. He was glaring at me like it was my fault. I stood staring at him in horror while he was glaring suddenly it got to much for him and he roared "What?!", as this was completely normal. It was like my brain had shut off and had gone into auto pilot. "Get these clothes off and get into the shower."
"What was that Emily?" He had louder his voice from a roar but he was still shouting.
"I said fucking strip and get in the shower!" If he was shouting I may as well have joined in. He started to get undressed right in front of me like this was some twisted strip tease, I pointed to the stairs and without another word he went into the bathroom. I waited till he was actually in the shower and picked up the clothes willing myself to know whose blood he was covered in.

Morgan was sitting at a table with the black haired man, he only other passenger, and a blonde haired man. They were arguing but to me the words seemed muffled as if I was hearing them underwater. Morgan nodded at the black haired man, with that nod the black haired man moved as quick as I had seen anyone move grabbed the blonde and pulled both his arms behind his back and forced this guy's face on the table. Morgan walked around holding himself differently, he came face to face with the blonde and told him something. The blonde started screaming, that came through crystal clear, it sent shivers down my spine and caused my arms to goosebump. Morgan pulled him by the hair with one hand and took one of his arms from the black haired guy with the other. Then something happened that made me feel completely sick. Morgan and the black haired man pulled the guy in two. It was quick that means the blonde wouldn't have learnt his lesson, the slowly pulled him apart, the blonde's blood sprayed over both Morgan and the black haired man. When the deed was done Morgan turned away while the black haired man set the body on fire.

I was in a state of complete shock but I heard Morgan getting out of the shower so I threw his clothes into the washer, put newspaper on my table and put his leather shoes on the paper. I got a bowl of hot water with washing up liquid in and started cleaning them. I heard him come down the stairs and he leaned on the frame of the kitchen door. "You really think it will come out of the clothes?" He asked it as if I was trying to get mud or grass stains out of his clothes, "it was still wet so it stands to chance they can be saved."
"Just burn them."
"No."
"Why not?"
"It's nice to do things I guess. I like keeping busy and you provide me with one hell of a challenge." He chuckled. At least he didn't shrug I would have done something drastic if he had shrugged. With the shoes cleaned at the wash almost finished, I threw away the newspaper and cloth I had used to clean the shoes with then I emptied the bowl, rinsed it out and put some bleach in it. His jeans were okay they were black if it stained you couldn't really see it but with a light coloured shirt I had to sponge the blood with the bleach, he had moved from the door frame to the seat next to me on the table. He watched me clean his mess. "Why do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Look at me like you don't know what I am."
"Because I don't. I'm trying to work you out."
"Why?"
"As I said there is something different about you." I couldn't concentrate with him staring at me so I stopped and stared at him back. My muddy brown eyes staring into his blue eyes. I looked away first I wasn't made for full in staring competitions, my eyes watered way to soon so I'd always have to close them. I put the shirt back in the wash and he put his jeans back on, he never left any clothes at mine in fact he never left anything here. Well that's not true he has left one thing, his unborn child. "Why are you being so calm?"
"Do you want me to scream and shout?"
"I'm trying to understand you that's all."
"There is nothing to understand. You said it yourself I'm yours, you own me."