Secrets

Prologue

“Got a secret

Can you keep it?

Swear this one you'll save

Better lock it, in your pocket

Taking this one to the grave

If I show you then I know you

Won't tell what I said

Cause two can keep a secret

If one of them is dead.”

-The Pierces

“Hey Mister? Wake up Mister wake up.” a soft voice rang though the trash filled, rat infested, and slightly lit alley way. The cobble stone floor puddle with water from that morning’s rain. In a dark corner of the alley stood a young girl, around seven or eight, who carefully watched the dark figure that lay on the ground below her. Her naturally pale skin was covered in dirt, and her curly chocolate brown hair was weighted down with grease. Her bright golden oval eyes seemed to pop out from her round, freckle spotted face.

She stared down at the figure whose face was covered by the neck of his trench coat and the low hanging brim of his top hat.  With another inhale she spoke “Mister you have to get up you have to.” Her words whispered frantically past her pale pink lips.

 While she waited for even the slightest of movements, for every seconds that past she grew even more worried and the male seemed to grow even more lifeless. What if he was hurt? What if he was dyeing? There was nothing she could do. The man was twice her size. She was small and fragile and he was large and seemed very fit. Just barely shaking him took all her strength.

As she went to tap him again the mystery man spoke. “My child...” he mumbled as he sat up some, his, what seemed to be black hair, clung to the sides of his narrow face. His voice was deep and relaxing yet, it held strength and was gentle as he spoke. “Hey you’re up! I’m glad, I thought you were already a goner.” she cheered happily, glad the male was not eight feet under yet.

“Now Mister we better get you home. Your families going to get worried if you don't show up soon.” She suggested while reaching down and grabbing his hand trying to pull the male up to a standing position.

But when a dim glow from the candle street light lit up the male’s hand, she paused. Engraved on the top of the males hand was a black pentagram enclosed in a circle of strange symbols.

 “Hey mister what’s this?” she asked as he leaned closer to the males hand trying to get a better look.  “Do you really want to know?” he replied with an almost dark smile creeping across his lips. Slowly she nodded and looked up at him waiting for his answer. “Alright young miss I’ll tell. But it’s a secret, so you can’t tell. You have to swear on your soul you won’t tell,” he chuckled