The Big, Jumbled, Magnificent, Powerful Notebook

Prologue

Words were ripped from his mouth. As Jeremy Parter sat on the park bench on this particular Tuesday night, he sat in fear and denial. Perhaps it was from the death of Eleanor a few weeks back, or perhaps from the bribes to take care of the mess. One thing was for sure; Jeremy was a terrible person.

The blood on his hands, the debt, and most importantly the game he had to play turned his normal life into a living hell. This game had taken everyone and everything Jeremy ever thought was important into custody. What had Jeremy done to deserve such a cruel hell as this game? Nobody knows. The only way out was the sheet of paper in his cold, boney fingers.

A gush of wind rustled the dead leaves on the ground of the park and the wood on the bench churned from the cold Autumn air. It was dark and quiet. With cold fingers trembling on the lighter, Jeremy set his ticket aflame.

"It's over," he spoke, "there's not enough time or money left. Damn."

He was correct. All the money he had spent, and all the time he had taken could never be enough to save himself from his future. Eleanor, his only lead, was dead. Her corpse, in small chunks, was rotting in viles strung across multiple intersections worth of apartments. All the apartments were bought upfront, by an unnamed buyer, in cash.

That was the scary part. There was a demon following Jeremy Parter; A very wealthy demon.

And so, Jeremy sat at his park bench in the cold darkness of the night. The clock ticked on as leaves rushled by his feet. He knew his time was running out and the unknown was speeding at the seconds in a frenzy. All he could do now is waste his last precious bit of time.

Jeremy lit a fresh cigarette to calm himself breifly before it showed up. Suddenly, the lights flickered and his teeth chattered and the gusts of wind blew inward and the night grew stronger. There was a shadow across from the bench. There was a shadow across from the bench. There was a shadow across from the bench.

"It's about damn time," Jeremy explained, "I knew you'd come and pick me off like the rest of them."

The shadow crept forward towards Jeremy Parter at 10:47 PM on a Tuesday night. It's singularity tugged at Jeremy's face and entrapped him in a trance. He blacked out on the frosty pavement.