Disclaimer: I Don't Own The Dangerous Days Of Daniel X or Witch and Wizard. I mean I don't have the rough drafts in my drawers and I don't have the patients to work that hard too, so I guess I'm not James Patterson. Ha ha. That was my lame attempt of humor.
"Be quiet." He growled at the mass of people huddled together and cowering against the wall. Their stomachs rumbled with hunger but they didn't seem to mind. Either that or they were to scared to do anything.
The One Who Kills The People chuckled at the terrified expression on their faces. He enjoyed scaring the little ones the most, watching them tremble gave him joy. That's why he was hired for the job that no one else wanted. Because everyone thought he had a sick, twisted mind. He remembered him saying that he was a monster that night. The night when everything changed.
He hadn't always been a monster, he was once a quite happy and humane fellow. But what happened that night had changed it all. The night she died. She was his best friend, and everyone thought that it was an accident. The guy said he was sorry, that he would pay any amount of money. But money couldn't buy her back. Nothing would make up for what happened. So The One Who Kills The People killed the guy. That's what started it all.
Flashback
"Jonathon Riddle," The One Who Is The One cackled.
The One Who Kills The People gritted his teeth. That was his old name.
"I wish to be called The One Who Kills The People now, sir."
"Yes, yes, well…" The One Who Is The One said, "That suits you well."
"Why was I called here?"
"We have a job opening, The One Who Kills The People, you know what our association does, I assume"
"You are planning to make a civilization on Mars. Then you plan to destroy the earth." The One Who Kills The People said flatly.
He was against this plan. Although he was a murderer, he believed some people had a right to live.
"Yes, well we don't have enough people to form a civilization, I'm afraid."
"What are you saying?"
"We want you to tell people about our association, ask them to come with us. If they refuse, kill them."
"Why would you ask me to do this?"
"Because," The One Who Is The One's bloody, cracked lips formed into a smile. "You have a motivation."
The One That Kills The People raised his eyebrows, "And what would that be?"
"Pretend they killed your sister." The One Who Is The One said simply, as if it was no big deal.
The One Who Kills The People's pale face became paler.
"Do not bring her into this. I've already handled him."
"What would you do if I told you he did it on purpose? What if I told you that he was part of a group that was out to kill her? Hmm? What would you do?" The One Who Is The One asked.
The One Who Kills The People gasped.
"No. Before I killed him, he swore, on his life, that it was an accident." He choked.
"He lied."
The One Who Kills The People turned bright red, which matched his blonde hair and green eyes, better than it did when it was white. The One Who Is The One could literally see smoke coming out of his ears.
"I'll kill them. I'll them all."
"Good boy, now go."
The One Who Kills The People stalked out of the room, pulling the hood of his midnight black cape on.
The One Who Was The One smiled as he took his mask off to reveal his apple green skin. Mortals were so easy to hoax.
He crossed one more planet off his list.