Souls

Chapter 1

I glanced in the mirror and was instantly disappointed. I don't know what I was expecting, maybe this time I could see myself. I often find myself wondering if I look the same as I did as a mortal, or just how Tefuel wanted me to look. I wonder if he has a favorite soul, maybe even a lover. Just more questions that can't be answ...

"I'll have you know Jess, that she was beautiful."

"Don't call me Jess."

"Fine Jessica, but she truely was. Blonde just how I like em!" I glanced down. Black. As black as anyone's hair could be, just like when I was alive.

"So you kept my hair black, even though you like blondes?" I wondered aloud even though I could just think it and he would hear. I gets anoyi..."I didn't say I liked you." "Owch Tefuel and here I thought we were friends." I countered with a fake sad face. It was pretty clear that we were far from friends, "what happened to her anyway? You are the devil, couldn't you just keep her here?" "Oh Jessy, she never came here. A god person." He spat out the word god like it was a nasty word, which I suppose it was. "Just stay out of my head Tefuel, don't you have some people to kill?" "Some ones grumpy, but fine Jessy, I'll let you go back to your hopeless mirror staring." I threw a punch but he was gone, wisped away with the wind. I did not go back to the mirror, but settled my attention on the old homeless man hobeling into my ally. In my old life I wish I could say I would have helped him but that would be far from what I would have done. I would be shameful but I'm not even sure I can create an emotion that powerful yet. I have been this way for only a few months. Three months, 28 days, 5 hours, and 33.6 seconds. Just a few compared to my time... Eternity. I spent the first week hiding from Tefuel in this ally, crying, and trying to figure out why no one could hear me. I know what I am now.

The old man lowered himself down onto the old ripped couch that once was a pine tree green, but had now faded into a murky, swamp color. Yet he didn't seem to mind. Anything to keep out of the light snow beginning to shed on the speeding cars of L.A.

"You know, this ally is always so warm, like god himself has created it just for me." The withering man said with a smile way to big for his face. "Ya, or a poor teenage girl's soul just likes to hang out here and you, oh so insignificantly just happened to stumble upon it." I smerked but, as I realized on my first day, he was ablivious to my voice.

Bam!

The noise was loud and I knew it all to well. The old man rised, startled, but before he could even get on his feet I was at the scene.

The woman, who looked about 21, held her gun towards the shaking man.

"Em, please! I can explain!" The boy pleaded

"It's Emily to you asshole! And they all say that." The crazed woman stated. I was hovering in the crowd faceing Emily. I wondered why they all stayed when a stray bullet could easily fly into the crowed. I quickly realized that Emily had shot into the air, letting the man know she ment business. "Em, I made a mistake!" The man yelled over the nearing sirens. "Shut up David! A minute ago you said it was an interview! Now you admit it was not an interview, but a date with a beautiful woman. Did you forget that I was there for you!" "Was?" David tried to push, "go to hell." Emily whispered as she lowered the pistol. "No" I screamed and put myself in front of David. No one should go to hell. I knew I could do nothing, yet I felt like I did when there was no gun shot. But when I peeled my eyes open I could see that I did, in fact, do nothing, but the police did. They held down the struggling, crazed Emily.

I turned to see if David was okay, but when my gaze settled upon him he stared me right in the eye, terrified. He should be, having a gun pulled on you would do something to a person. But there was something about his gaze. I shifted to the right and what happened sent chills down my spine. His eyes followed.