Death

Chapter 6

I hadn't seen Purgatory, or Jack, well, somewhat Jack, in about half a year now, but there have been many deaths on the news, not from my town though, from all the way across the country. Why had Purgatory left my town? Clint had been missing for a while too, I thought that Purgatory took him, but he showed back up after a while. I couldn't kill Clint though, I missed the only opportunity to do so.

I walked by the place I met Purgatory in for the first time, but as usual, there was nothing. I looked back towards the sidewalk, and noticed a man who looked oddly suspicious, he was mostly covered in shadow, he was wearing a leather jacket, blue jeans, and sunglasses, his hair was slicked back as if he thought he was from the 1950s. I walked closer to him, he groaned loudly as he turned away from me.

"Kid, what the hell do you want?! I'm busy here!" He exclaimed.

"You just seemed a bit suspicious too me." I said.

"And who are you to jud-" He started to say as he turned around and started to take off his sunglasses. "For fuck's sake, it's you!?"

"Afraid so. But how do you know me?" I asked.

"The old shit-head, Purgatory, said to watch out for you." He said.

"I didn't realize that Purgatory had friends... Well, pleasure to meet you, I guess." I said as I put out my right hand.

"You expect me to shake your hand?! No way in Hell I'm going to do that." He exclaimed rudely.

"Who the Hell are you? You have to be someone special, not necessarily in a good way, to be this rude..." I asked.

"Well, if you are going to keep buggering on about it, I might as well make you shut your damn mouth. I'm Hatred." Hatred remarked.

"That explains why you're so damn rude..." I muttered.

"Do you you wish to repeat that? If not, just get your head out of your arse!" He yelled at me.

"No, but, I have a question for you, if you even have any manners at all." I said.

"What the fuck is it now?! It better be important, ya' little sod!" He exclaimed.

"When I saved Clint, were you created along with Purgatory?" I asked.

"Purgatory and I weren't the only ones created." He said, I gulped. How many did I create? "Ya' happy now? You have your damn answer! Now sod off!"

"You really are full of shit, aren't you. All you care about is being alone. Don't you think that you would be better off if you actually tried to be nice, and make friends for once?" I asked. I didn't really mean to say that though, it was like I was in my thoughts, but had no control of what I did.

"Oh, this is just bloody brilliant! My effect works on DEATH himself? Purgatory would love to hear this!"  Hatred said, smirking.

"What the Hell are you talking about?!!" I exclaimed, I tried to move my arms, but they barely twitched when I tried.

"I'm Hatred! Do you expect me to make you feel like you need to go buy flowers, and stand underneath a rainbow?! NO! I make you feel like everyone of this hell-hole deserves to die!" He exclaimed. "I have to scurry off, I have more important things to do than talking pieces of shite like you." A few seconds later, I was able to move again. But Hatred had disappeared. He had said I had created many more than just him and Purgatory, but if he had that much of an effect on me, what effect would the others have?