A Bad Day For A Demon

This next one was a mistake. I was having a bad day and lost control. For me life is usually pretty good. I don't have a care in the world, well actually I care a lot about a ton of things. Just nothing that is important. Sometimes I get really... paranoid and worried. I will drive myself crazy with the thoughts of what could happen and forget what is happening. Usually my reactions are completely uncalled for.

I am just out and about doing my usual daily crap but something just doesn't feel right. Ever since that bridal horror story last weekend I cant seem to shake the feeling that something is watching me. Even more than usual. I couldn't sleep at all last night because I felt like I was being stared at the entire time. My neighbors dog wouldn't shut up so that just made me think that someone was outside even more. Today I swear I have two shadows. I am staying in populated places so that maybe the stalker will try and blend in then I can pick them out and pick them off. It hasn't worked yet and I am about at my limit. I DON'T do crowds. Way too many people for me to be comfortable. I have one last trick up my sleeve. I am going to go see a movie. The person will have to pay to get in so I will see them when they stop at the ticket booth. I walk in front of the theater and scope out all the exits. I never like to enter a building before I know where the exits are. Never know when you might have to run from the cops. I enter the building. I don't know what movie to see though.... Let me look.
London Has Fallen looks pretty good. I will see that.

I paid the outrageous price of $12.50. Its a good thing I am here alone. If I came with a friend that would be $25 and we could just buy the flipping movie! Anyways, I would have picked a seat in the back most corner of the theater but there were some teenagers back there doing some.... crude things.. so I picked a seat that was fairly close to the back but far enough away from them so it isn't awkward for me. I was a few minutes late for the 7PM show time so the movie is finishing the ads just now which means that no one else should come in. Unless they are stalking me of course. As the movie plays on I feel a bit at ease again. I cannot sense the predatory soul that I could earlier. I am so close to being at peace. The sound of explosions, gunfire and crying in the movie are really helping me relax except there is some annoying teenagers a few rows down that keep talking and interrupting the movie. I can see their cellphones glowing too so they are clearly ignoring the rules. Troublesome.

The movie is finally over and there is no sign (or sense) of my stalker. I decide to go for a walk now that I am not so paranoid. It is 9PM so its nice and dark out. The orange streetlights cast a strange glow on everything. I want to stay out of the light as much as possible so I walk around the side of the theater and head for the alleys. I can't help but notice the same group of teens hanging around the back of the theater... Great. Maybe I can sneak away from them.  I walk through the parking lot to stay away from them but they see me. My guess is that they are drunk. They are loud and some of them seem to have trouble balancing. However, even if they are drunk five guys can still cause me some trouble. One of them is calling out to me.
"Hey, you over there! Yeah, you! I think I know you." He says as they walk over to me. Crap... That's never good.
"Yeah, I think we went to high school together. What was your name? Kyle?" The guy struggles to remember me.  I get a better look at him. Sure enough. I did go to school with this guy though I don't remember much about him. He wasn't super popular but he was by no means a "nerd". He was more like one of those fakers who sponge off of popular people. 
"My name is Cole. Sorry but I seem to have forgotten your name as well..." I mumble. It takes a moment before I can see him realize just exactly who I am. Does he know about my family? What about the mental hospital?
"That's right! Guys, this is the guy that beat the one jock to a pulp!"
The boy exclaims to his friends. The other drunk two seemed thrilled by the thought of it. One looks thoroughly annoyed and the other just looks like he couldn't care less.
"He doesn't look that tough." The annoyed one says. Eh, I really don't need this today. Not today. It has really sucked and I would really love to beat the crap out of someone. I don't even want to go all demon on them and steal their souls, I just want to feel them wiggling in my grasp. Watch them cry. Hear them whimper as I hit them again and again until they fall unconscious. I want sweet nothingness to take over me and feel the joy of their screams.....
"I guaran-flipping-tee you that I can deliver." I say taunting him. I have a slight edge in my voice. It might come across as attitude or me being cocky but I am just very excited at the possibility of what is going to happen next.
"Oooh! Trent, are you gonna let him say that?" One of the drunk ones says. The one I went to high school with seems to sober up a little. Trent takes a step toward me.
"Woah, Trent I know you can handle yourself and all but I seriously don't think this is a good idea. This guy... He has done some stuff...." The one I went to high school with steps between us as he tries to talk his friend down. I look at him with pity. He is actually trying to be the good guy. If he knows that much about me he should know that if by some crazy chance I get beat up I most certainly deserve it. Trent shoves him out of the way.
That's just rude. Funny, but rude.  The other guy takes another threatening step towards me. I almost take the first swing but I restrain myself. I see it in his eyes before his body moves. He throws the first punch. I block it with my arm, it stings but it feels good too. I go to throw another punch when a familiar and overwhelming scent washes over me. Its the predator from before. My stalker is here. If it is here that means that I really shouldn't do anything to give away my strengths. That means I shouldn't fight back. While this is racing through my head Trent hits me again. I am to distracted to block this one and take a solid left hook to the jaw. THAT FLIPPING HURTS! My body lurches to the side as I absorb the blow.  My head swirls and my vision goes a little blurry around the edges. No way in heck am I blacking out. Not here and not to this guy.
"Trent knock it off! Someone is coming!" I hear someone yell. I am pushed to the ground and then someone, I am guessing Trent, is on top of my pounding in my face. I get my arms up in front of me to absorb some of the hits but it isn't doing much. I taste blood in my mouth. I must have bit my tongue or something. I reach up and pull down hard on his right arm as he gets ready to nail me with his left. He was off balance so he falls somewhat easily. I roll over and on top of him. I grab his throat with one hand and start hitting him with the other. I watch his face roll as I continue to hit him.
"Guys we gotta get out of here! That person is coming over!" One of them yells as they start to run. I remember the vicious soul that is near here. I look around and spot the person. Trent takes the chance to push me off of him. He stands up and kicks me in the stomach. I double over. This is bad. I wrap my arms around my stomach as my insides do hurdles. The person is getting closer. Trent doesn't back off. I could kill him but then that person would see me... They would know... I guess its a good thing that I can take a beating. I let a smirk play on my face. This makes the schmuck even more angry. I curl deeper into the fetal position to prevent and serious harm. I feel a sharp pain in my side. My entire torso heats up. I reach for the wound and can feel blood. My ears start ringing as a terrible headache sets in. The power of this strange new soul is to much for my senses. I open my eyes trying to stay alert. I cant hear my danger so I at least need to see it. My vision is slightly blurred but I can see a figure walking up behind Trent.
"BACK OFF!" It says as it grabs him from behind and throws him to the ground. Its voice has a certain snarl to it....
"Tch. What ever. Your girlfriend had to come save you so obviously your not worth my time." Trent says as he starts to limp away. The person in front of me looks at me then hesitates for a moment before going after Trent. I process what just happened. He stabbed me. I sit up and bring my bloody hand to my mouth and lick it clean. Despite how weak I feel my body is receiving commands decently. I stand up, a little unsteady at first. Then I run after him. He hasn't gotten far so I don't have to run far which is good. With every step I can feel even more blood oozing out of my side. I am immortal, right? The girl has already backed Trent into a corner. I shove past her as I approach him, he is going to die.
Screw if my secrets get out. I can just kill her too.
I pull the knife out of my side and politely return it to its owner. In his face, to be more specific. The loser sinks to his knee's in tears. I turn around to the girl. This is definitely my stalker... I want to.. kill her too...
"You moron. You're hurt." She says as I lean against a wall. I will admit that being stabbed hurts more than I thought it would...
She walks over and assesses the wound.
"This doesn't look that good..." She mumbles as she tries to stop the bleeding. She looks puzzled.
"No, this is fine." I say as I crawl towards Trent's shaking body. If I steal his soul I will be healed... 
I see him spasm a little as I come closer. There is still some soul left for me to steal. I grasp his head in my hands and pull it close to mine. Usually I can reach the soul through the eyes or heart or something similar but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Thankfully his soul essence is practically pouring out of him so I don't actually have to use the traditional way to steal a soul. I am not very good at it... I will talk about that later.
I feel his soul essence pouring into me. My body practically pulsates as it is energized. Slowly but surely I can feel the stab wound in my side heal. It won't heal completely but it won't be fatal now either. The most important thing for me to do now is to get rid of the girl. I seriously want to kill her....
I turn around looking for her but she is gone. I can't sense her soul anywhere. -_- CRAP.
I leave Trent's body in the alley but I take the knife with me. I don't really expect any trouble to come from this incident. The cops already want my head so its not exactly like things can get worse....

Today, no this whole week has just really sucked. I wanted something exciting or interesting to happen and instead I have been on a job hunt with no success.
Maybe by next week I will have a job? At least I have a really cool knife and know what my stalker looks like.

~Soul





Authors Note: 

"Hey guys! Sorry that this weeks post isn't the most exciting thing to ever happen. It is more like build-up because next week is really going to be big. I also wanted to show a little bit about how Soul would have acted while he was still human so that you could understand him a little better.
To be honest I have been writing non stop for next week and barely remembered that I hadn't written anything for this week! My enthusiasm will be the death of me :P
Thanks for the read!"