My heart beats fall in rhythm with the music of the dead. The blood that once pumped through my veins with such vigor has drained from my body like my soul. My eyes will no longer moisten from the pain. From the humility I grew weaker and weaker until I was gone. No more a part of the living, where I was unwanted and uncared for. I was nothing, but a dot on a piece of paper that was erased forever. Easily forgotten and even easier to replace. No one will remember me. I barely remember myself.


Somehow I'm still here. Wherever here is. I thought my life had come and gone, but it seems like my life is not over. Not until he says it is. The bald man. I saw him once, but I thought it was just another memory that had flashed through my head before I disappeared. I'm scared of him. I think he's going to make me do things I don't want to do. I just want to fade away. My time on this world is up... But what if I'm in a different world... If I was really dead could I be thinking like this?


I think I'm starting to regain feeling or something. I can tell there are people around me. I can hear a sort of humming noise. I saw him again. The bald man. He said he had a job for me to do when I was done. Done what? I don't know where I am or what is happening. Why can't I just be dead? Can't they find someone else to do this? Someone alive and willing.


I'm starting to feel this kind of tingling feeling. I think I'm almost "Done" whatever that means... I heard a voice say "He will be much use against the angels, but I fear he will not cooperate." What are they going to do with me? What do they mean 'Angels'? Like, God's angels or just a flying person or something like that. I don't know what to think anymore. I might just go with it. I'm sure they'll just make me do it anyway.


Pain... So much pain. What's going on? I can feel everything, but I can't see or speak. Wait... Somethings starting to come into view. It's bright yet dark. My skin feels like it's on fire. No! It's the bald man. I can't move. Why can't I move? Please, don't hurt me.

I am not here to hurt you. I am here to recruit you.

You can hear my thoughts?

We demons can speak to each other using only our mind. That is why you do not see my mouth moving. Even if any of us tried to speak nothing would come. We do not have vocal cords. Now, onto pressing matters. We are in a war and we need fighters. Many of us are dying and we can only regenerate so fast. You have proven yourself to be very skilled and those skills would be very appreciated if you align yourself with us. Keep in mind no matter what you say you will have to join our demon corps... But would you rather fight or collect the dead bodies so they can be restored safely.

What the hell! Where the hell am I? What did you do to me? What do want with me? Why does my skin feel like it's on fire?

We want you to be one of our, what do you humans call it, an assassin if you will. The other question I will explain later, but you must answer my question. Will you or will you not join the fight?


A/N: Hey everybody! Thanks for reading and I hoped you liked it. I got the idea for this from somewhere in my little brain. I'll update when I can and tell me in a review... Should he be torn between allegiances or will he be an angel assassin forever? Either way I've got ideas. I might right two versions of this. I don't know.