Chapter 2:
Jonathan looked familiar. Hadn't he seen him around his school? It felt wrong to kill someone he knew even if they were just an acquaintance. He felt funny, almost giddy seeing his picture. He didn't know why, but maybe it was something about his eyes or his smile that just drew him in.
Sherwin looked about. To his right he saw a small bus stop. Calmly he walked over and sat down. After a moment he saw Jonathan round the corner just as the school bus pulled up. He still was wearing his uniform from when he died so it didn't look terribly out of place at the stop with the other kids. He boarded the bus and sat down in the seat across the isle from Jonathan. Jonathan looked over eyeing the odd bloodstains dotting the edge of his shirt and made a questioning face, but thought nothing of it assuming it to be the work of a foul nosebleed,or something of that nature. Ignoring the weird kid he pulled out a book and began to read and absorbed himself with it.
"Hey kid." Sherwin turned to see mephistopheles looking at him "wha- how did you?" he goggled at him, his face painted with a look of incredulity "What? Ohhh!" after a brief moment it clicked. "You're wondering how got I on the bus? It would take too long to explain." "Can he see you?" Sherwin asked perplexed. "Nope." Mephistopheles answered with complete sure-ness "He can see you though, and you look like you're talking to yourself." "No! He's absorbed in his book!" Sherwin retorted. He turned looking at Jonathan to check this fact who then looked up and smiled and waved at him sending a tingle through Sherwin. He turned back "Wha-" but Mephistopheles was gone and in his place was a small school bag. Well at least a school bag would make him look more normal and possibly- hopefully detract from his bloody shirt. Sherwin set his gaze on Jonathan for the rest of the ride hoping he could figure out how to kill him.