I sat through the morning around a dark corner of the shack, thinking over the events that took place last night. What had caused that soul, out of the few hundred other times I've done the sacrifice, to become part of me?
I began to look for clues, patterns, anything to help me with this predicament. I wasn't sure how to take it all in at first, mainly due to my lack of knowledge on souls of the living and their functionality.
I became sceptical about it being her age. Most people I ended, or rather spared, were dying of old age. Due to her appearance, she was obviously under 30, and maybe even 25, so I don't think old age was an issue for her.
I then theorized it was around mental stability. Not only was it old people, but mentally unstable people that would never survive whom I also took. She did look rather normal, and I doubt a mental patient would be allowed to drive a car.
I then decided on one factor that had never crossed my mind: What if she was meant to die at another time? Maybe her time wasn't up, and I took it at the wrong moment. It could explain how I can hear her, and still feel her within me, even to now.
This got me thinking even more: What would happen if I did it again? Would something change? Could I get another soul? All of these questions passed through all around in my head, disconnected. I tried to piece it together, and came to a final decision. So, I decided, for tonight, I would experiment on my discovery.
The sun went down again later that day. My one mission was to kill. I wasn't ready, no matter the preparations.
