Caleb looked outside of the broken window and saw Jack laying dead on the ground. Number 14 was nowhere to be seen.
"I told you today was going to be an eventful day," Sara said as she sat on a wooden chair looking at her hands.
"Lucky guess," Caleb said heading over to Sara.
"It actually wasn't," Sara said crossing her arms.
"What do you mean?" Caleb asked.
"I see the future I know everything that's going to happen," Sara said. "Why do you think I'm always there when something happens?"
"Fair point," Caleb said.
"Got to go now, places to be," Sara said disappearing into thin air. She arrived at a broken down house as a man in a beanie was smoking on his porch step.
"Aw fuck not you," The man in the beanie said putting out his cigarette.
"What? Not happy to see me?" Sara asked.
"Never happy to see you, you always bring me bad luck," the man in the beanie said getting out his phone. "Aw fuck that fool is coming? Why does he need me again?"
"Only God and I know," Sara said.
"And of course him," the man in the beanie said.
"Maybe you should wait in your house," Sara said.
"Like I need to listen to your shitty advice," the man in the beanie said.
"You don't it's just advice," Sara said.
"Damn straight I'm waiting outside here," the man in the beanie said crossing his arms. He sat down on the porch as a man wearing a suit approached him.
"Hello Mr.Torres," The man in the suit said with a smile.
"Fancy seeing you here, oh wait no, because you always come to my fucking house whenever you need shit done!" Mr.Torres said.
"Oh no, Mr.Torres, that's not it at all. I just came to be the bearer of good news," the man in the suit said.
"You? Bringing good news? Ha, please don't make me laugh," Mr.Torres said.
"Jack Davies is dead," the man in the suit said smiling.
"You mean I didn't have to take care of that piece of shit? Aw fuck yeah," Mr.Torres said happily.
"Don't be so happy I need you to do a job for me," the man in the suit said.
"Ugh what is it?" Mr.Torres asked taking off his beanie.
"It's not a tough one don't worry," the man in the suit said. "I need you to find Manuel Perez and make a deal with him."
"Why?" Mr.Torres asked. "What's so special about him?"
"He's heading to town soon, and I believe he could help us in defeating Caleb," the man in the suit said.
"I guess I can look around for him," Mr.Torres said.
"Good, and Yamil," the man in the suit said.
"What?" Yamil asked.
"Stop smoking," the man said in a stern voice.
"Ha, you wish," Yamil said getting a cigarette out of his pocket. The man quickly grabbed the cigarette from Yamil's hands and glared at him.
"You better or bad things will happen," the man said walking away. Sara followed the man as he reached for a lighter out of his pocket and lit the cigarette.
"Didn't you tell him to just stop smoking?" Sara asked.
"He needs his stamina I don't. Once he and 14 do all my dirty work I'll plot them against each other and they'll kill each other," the man said putting the cigarette in his mouth. He looked at his phone and smiled. "I bet number 9 heard that, time to change that." He typed into his phone and then clicked the enter button and let out a chuckle.
"Playing dirty eh?" Sara said, but the man didn't respond. All he did was walk away with a smirk on his face and a cigarette in his hand.
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Future Diary:Abilities
Mistero / Thriller1,000 years is how long a God lasts, and the most recent one is approaching her end. The game to become God is starting as God selects 16 people to compete to have a chance in playing to become God. Each contestant has an app on their phone called...
