It might have been the lunch my mother packed that made me want it, or karma wanted payback, but either way, I was took it. I was at Appleton Hill Middle School and people passed a book shining in midair near the door. When people left, I took the book. I went to my house feeling like I was being watched, or followed. I went up into my room and locked the door with a trap in it. I opened the book and I felt old. All the pages seemed used and worn, but none seemed to be written. A special pen with Notes on it was inside it.
"Encrypted notes are there, but seeing it was impossible for a human eye." A voice says.
"Yeah, it is, but what would it be?" I thought while twirling a red mechanical pencil.
"Well, for starters, this whole thing is based of Latin," A scaly finger points to a word, but with a sweet and kind voice, "I know that this part means Death, and the phrase means Abiding Rules, maybe you can find more."
"Thanks." I turn around and even with a straight face, I felt terror. The twisted and crooked mouth, the sharp eyes, the ugly face, and the glyphs on the face all made me feel nauseated.
It stared at me blankly with no expression and I laugh,"Nice costume Nick, you've really outdone yourself, I was really scared."
'Urk." It says.
"Okay, if this is real, are you cold-blooded?"
"Cold-blooded? No, we're cool-blooded. It's sort of warm blooded and cold blooded, but it's sort of like-," It falters and says,"I'm afraid of looking at myself in the mirror, but you're not scared at me at all, what's going on?"
"Well, how can I put this into words, mmm, I'm not a person of science, I put my fantasy first before science, that's why I'm always questioning anything related to real life."
"Well, it's a brand new day and because of that, it's your lucky day, that book, whenever you write a person's name with that pen, in three days they'll die. If you want the death to be specific, write the time, date, and the death cause. If you just write the name, they'll lose their memory and die from a heart attack on the third day."
"Hmm, that would be great, but couldn't you just take it and I'll never seen this before?"
It's finger touched my neck and a sharp tingle went down my arm. "It's bound to you for life, until you die, it'll always there. If you don't write a name in everyday, your body will weaken and soon disintegrate. And since the pen and book are mine, I'll be following you."
"What about other people?"
"I'm in my natural form, nobody can see me, but in human form, yes, anybody can see me. I'm going to say this once, I don't lie, but I never exactly tell you the truth. I'm male from what you humans call female or male, but in my world I'm alknea. My name's Hedikki and if you don't ask me a question specifically, you'll never get it."
I looked at Heddiki for a second before changing the subject slightly,"So, everyday I have to kill someone?"
"Somewhat yes."
"Face and name?"
"Yes."
"Just the face and name?"
"Yes, but if you want to know the name by just looking at them, you can exchange half of your life for this." Heddiki points to his eye.
"Yeah, but I'd like to be clean."
"If you want it, just ask me, I can make it happen anytime."
"Sure, but I don't think so."
"Could you tell me names of a person by looking at them?"
"Yes, but each time we do that, a year of your life will be chipped off."
"I, rather not do that. When you say anything, writing the date, could that mean you could wait until the death until a month or year from now?"
"Yes, but that does not change the fact you need to every day or you'll die in a week." I kept on pestering Heddiki questions until I got an idea.
"Could I write somebody's name and they die in 130 years and extend their life?"
"No, it needs to be realistic."
"So you mean anybody, innocent or not, I can kill them?"
"Yes." "Could I shorten the death to a minute or 3 hours?"
"Yes."
"Well, I don't want to do anybody that I know, that will raise suspicions of others and if I keep killing everyone and be a man slaughterer without killing anybody, they can't trace it back to me."
"You actually seem smart."
"I'm not even going to." I say very offended. "I, hmm, what about Sake Grimn, he's an old mafia leader that's supposed to be 76 years old, wouldn't be a bad age to get a heart attack or amnesia for such an old age. I have him in my head, he's appearing on TV a lot."
"I said write anybody's name."
I imagined Sake Grimn, a thick beard, dyed green hair, hazel eyes, and his scars on his face as I wrote down, Sake Grimn. October 9, 2019, 11: 57 Sake Grimn takes his gang and raids the Foil boy band bus which he hijacks and comes in a car accident and loses his memory and dies at 12:29 in the middle of Loahna Park where it's crowded for seeing the live concert of Foil.
"Not bad for a human."
I took my heel of my shoe and with my heel, I hit his foot fast, but with power.
He was held down like he was bowing to his queen and I put the tip of my shoe on the top of his head as I said,"Humans are better in emotions, more fragile and more anger. Say that again and I guarantee you will be in pieces."