12 year old dan pulled his black sweater over the rubber band and the red skin on his wrist. phil wasn't here yet. dan scrolled through tumblr on his phone for a minute, wasting the time till the boy with the black wings got there. a small puff of black smoke shot through his window, signalling the fact that phil had arrived.
the tall boy stood in front of him. "hey, dan." phil said halfheartedly, his broken cyan eyes were greyer than normal, sort of like he was holding tears in, a tida wave of sadness ready to explode at any moment.
"hi phil. what did you do?" dan practically whispered, so his family wouldn't hear. phil looked at his questionably. "what mistakes did you make?"
"i did some very bad things, dan." he said, looking at the floor.
"what did you do?"
"i'm from hell."
"i know."
"do you know what you have to do to get there?"
"something bad?"
"yes, dan. something very bad.
