I brush my callused finger against the small tree. Blood smearing where my fingers tips had just been. This was new, untainted, not yet used by god's game called life. "It'll be okay right? I mean all we did was murder a man who was only going to slaughter others.." I whisper smoothly to the tree. It gives no reply. "Tsssk tsssk tsssk.. you know it's jussst you in that filthy head of yoursss. There is no 'we'. There never will be." I need not turn to find out who was behind me. I already knew it was just my inner darkness playing games with me. Trying to get a rise. "Ah but you see I'll find someone like me and when I do it'll be the most magnificent moment in history. We will move on to kill great people. Many great people." I smile slyly at the little tree. "Ah I sssuppossse all humansss sssearch for sssomeone whossse demonsss play well with their own. Isssn't it to bad that I'm not a demon.. jussst a figure of your imagination Ethan.."

In which a young woman's life turns around for the better when she walks into a bar and has a connection with an older man. An Ethan Dolan Fanfiction © Ericka | 2017