I could hardly believe what I was hearing, yet somehow I knew it was no lie. They'd taken the city, horrible monsters, and they'd killed thousands already. I switched off the beaten old radio and leaned back against the one bare wall in my lonely hovel I called home. Pulling out a wooden match I struck it against the floor and lit the cigarette hanging loosely from my mouth. I inhaled deeply and exhaled with a sigh, trying to expell the tense feelings inside of me with that breath.
I pushed myself up and weaved around the room till I reached a mirror, an ornate thing leaning up against some boxes. I glnced at myself and the ragged scar running from my jaw, across my throat and over my shoulder and sighed. Looking then deeply into the mirror's depths I started to hum, a strange, unearthly tune. In response the mirror's surface began to mist over, then swirl in rhythm to my voice. A smile crept over my face as an image began to form within the swirling mists, an image to make anyone cry. The demon smiled back at me as it took its natural shape, all teeth and filled with malice.
"What do you wish of me mistressss?" it hissed at me in a whisper and bowed as if in submission. I knew not to believe in its act, one demon is like another and they are all out to serve themselves through us. I reached behind me and grabbed an old phonebook off a paper-scattered desk and began flipping through the pages. I found what I was looking for quickly enough and held the tattered thing up for the demon to see. Its eyes narrowed as it glanced at what was on the page, then switched its narrowed gaze to my face and nodded in understanding. I put the book down and picked up a thermos and shook it, the $.38 inside jingling dully. I shook out, in morse code, my instructions for how I wanted the job to be done. I dreamed of the day when I would have all of my voice back and not just the ability to hum the creature's summoning call.
"It will be done assss you wissssh," it hissed as the code ended. The mirror went dark and the room brightened. I weaved my way back to the empty wall and slid down it, already dozing as screams began in the distance. |