Today was a challenge, because I'm introducing my villain, and you always want to have a memorable entrance for a villain. It had me staring at a blank screen for quite awhile, but ultimately I think it's the people who don't make a big deal out of the fact that they're dangerous that ultimately creeps me out the most. Plus I have to remind myself this is a first draft. Just write for now and worry about fixing things later!
Chapter 2
Phil smiled.
The cool breeze off the Atlantic City boardwalk salted his face and brought with it the promise of rain. It seemed appropriate since Phil was to bring a storm to the world. He was in no rush. He’d waited far too long for that. But the new Messenger, the lost soul named Mickelson had started to find his way.
Phil couldn’t explain how he knew, but the first crossing had happened, and that meant it was time to start what could only be called a realignment.
“Hey, need some help with anything?”
The salesgirl broke him from his reverie, her lithe, tan body laced into an orange bikini with a flowing overshirt proclaiming “Ask Me And I Might.” It was still so bizarre, even after eons amongst them, how unaware of danger, how blissfully self-involved humans were. Especially the young ones. The ripe ones.
“I might need a date tonight,” he said.
The girl laughed. Phil loved that sound of service workers laughing. So sincere on the surface. So filled with hate and disgust in truth. Her smile was wide. Her eyes were dead.
“Aw, if only I didn‘t have to work all night, but I can help you pick out a t-shirt that’ll make you look hot. How‘re your abs.”
Phil lifted his shirt and gave the vaguely interested girl a peek at his toned midsection. Tastes changed, but one constant he’d found was that women could not resist wanting to touch a sculpted stomach. It seemed to strike a primal chord like dark chocolate and cute shoes.
“Nice.”
“So how about that date?”
Even though Phil’s actual age defied comprehension in this world, he looked like nothing more than another horny college kid.
“I have a boyfriend.”
Phil could have taken her. With no more effort than brushing away a fly. He could have scrambled her brain, made her dump all her money at one of the casinos littered along the Boardwalk, or had her start a new career in a poorly hidden massage parlors. But today was a good day. A day full of portent and Phil wanted to share the delight he felt.
“Look at me young one.”
She did. He traced a symbol on the palm of her left hand.
“Go home. Place your hand on your boyfriend’s forehead. You will fuck. You will both share with total honesty everything you have ever wanted to try, and you will try it all. No matter how long it takes, you will fulfill every fantasy that either of you has ever had. You will take breaks as needed, only for your favorite meals. Anytime you eat it will be a feast, and you will dine on all of your favorites. Once you have fully sated your appetites the two of you will fall asleep in each others arms until the next day break.
Then you will go out to the ocean, and swim together as far as you can until you drown. This will be the most peaceful and happy you have ever felt.”
The girl looked at her hand with gratitude.
“Thank you.”
As she walked off Phil went the other direction, whistling a happy tune. There was work to be done.
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