Cap.1
The wind goes trough your spine and you ask if they knew . If they knew that they were being hunted , chased like dogs .... When was it , you think .... Another shiver goes down your body as you know that they're dead . But it was not a mad hitman , not a so called corruted cop ... It was you .... That stilll makes you jumpy and sweaty when you think of it . Their cold bodies , and the even colder nigth touching their frail dead bodies . When was it , you think again , but can't remember . Could been two hours ago as two years . But it doesn't matter how long it was to you . It is made , and that's all it matters.
You've been walking at least five hours . Better not use a car , you think , thei'll be checking them all . Your mind goes again to the newly-deads . Yes , remember ...
Remember how they probably didn't know what it them . They tougth they were safe ... Poor stupid minds .... They were as safe as animals in a slaugther house . They were drinkin , partyin , playing with fake cards , fake games and fake dice . You entered their safehouse , by barely open window . Even at this time , you crack a little smile ... even if it's made of self-pitty .... you remember your father's house , and how you would sneak behind him to frigth him .How you were always so quiet . Like magic .Pure magic . Your breath was too loud , always .... That almost turned you on to them . The hunted ones .
You enter a large building , that you never saw ... but you know you should enter . A maid is there to take you to the top . The last floor . As you enter the elevator , guided by the maid , you notice how she looks too fragile . Like made of glass . You laugh to your self . Even in this situation , you think of childiss things . But you are no longer a child . Not from now . You have made a deal with the demon itself and there's no turning back . You come back to reality , as the maid calls you . She looks at you with a misery look ... Not misery .... A pity look . As she knows what is waiting for you ... you get out of the elevator .It leaves back to the looby .Now alone , in a small office . Only a mettalic looking desk and an equal chair . But you notice you're not as alone as you tougth ... You can smell the smoke of a bad quality of cigars , you can see his shadow in the window . You never toutgh that the devil would have one .
-Sir ... – You say . Your voice is too shaken to speak .
-Yes ? – He never turns his chair to face you .
-It's me . The job is done .- Now you speak clearly .
-Good . I knew you were pure magic when I saw you . The reward's on the desk . I expect to see you much more often Mr...?
-Pond—Bullseye – You say . He as aldready took your soul and inocence . He's not gonna take your name .
- Good Bullseye .... Good ....
The Devil never turns his chair to face you .