Tall Dark and Bastards.

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Prologue

A human body starts to decompose 4 minutes after death.

Devon Warner didn’t know that but the shadow following him knew it. He had a plan, to kill.

He just needed the opportunity. It didn’t matter how and where; he just needed the opportunity and wash his hand of this mess. It wasn’t the first time he would kill or the last time.

So the shadow followed Devon Warner, Slow, Cautious but Determined.

While,

Devon Warner walked in the night with a strut. He was confident, arrogant, smart, good looking and according to his Sister, even Manipulative and he was proud of it.

He walked slowly, it was middle of December and the air held chillness in it. Christmas was not far off and some losers were already starting with the Christmas decorations he noticed. He made his way towards the park; he went there when he wanted to clear his head. The last few days had been hectic.

 Things had messed up a little but he had smoothed it out. As he walked through the gates of the park a couple of girls coming out stared at him. He had that effect on girls. At 17 he was one fine specimen of male species or so the many girls he slept with on the side told him. His dark blonde hair, blue eyes and all American look was called mesmerizing by his ignorant girl friend. He had to placate her as well he remembered, she had found out about a girl he was seeing on the side and was a little miffed. All in due time.

He shook his head; girls had removed his attention from the more pressing matters on hand as it always did. The more he thought about how he was going to fix things the more he wandered inside the park.

Silence gave him relief. He had screwed up, almost got caught but he had calmed down, went to the root of the problem and had snatched the root out thus eliminating the problem but also causing more as well.

He remembered his friends, he would have to ask them for help, his posse or friends, his four faithful friends had gone through some shitty things and now he was thinking of a way to make them agree to do this thing.

He thought about them, all four of them as he walked deep in the woods, his shoes crunching the dry leaves, blackness all around him except on the pathway through the forest which was eliminated every 100 meters or so by a streetlamp.

His four friends, he had personal names for all of them. In his head they were friends but also a means to an end, and in this town he needed people, servants to control.

Stupid Zach, the jock he thought, he would be easy to control. He knew how to pull his chains. He was sure that when he pressed a little, Zach would agree to help him out of the little problem he had dug himself into.

Next was Flynn, Geeky Flynn, he would be easy as well. The guy was smart but only in studies, he was useful for homework and assignments but now he would need him too. Flynn had a weakness and Devon knew about it.

Now the other two, the main problems. He went through his list, the inner list in his brain and tried to remember the dirt he had on both of them.

Jordan was a hot head. He was not sure anyone could control him but he had just found out a dirty little secret about him which would make it easy for him to control him. Jordan was smart but he was a guy with a chip on his shoulder and these types of people ruled too much with emotions whereas he used his brain a lot.