I continued to toss petals into the flame as a last resort so that I cant say that I sold all these books for nothing.

Ok....this is my last chance, fuck actually let’s not think about it. Whatever happens happens, its not like if I fail I will have to, I don’t know, lets say lose any hope for a successfully feature and become forced into a daily grind in what I can only hope to be minimum wage just to make ends meet. Right that’s not the case at all.

10 minutes and 12 panic attacks later I finally saw that devilishly beautifully purple colour in the glass alembic. I swear I never knew purple could look that good, I mean it. There was a reddish swirl periodically appearing in the bubbling purple liquid. And the light , oh the light was mesmerising, it was enough to leave your jaw wide in amazement . I went out into the hallway and opened a drawer, from there I took out a wooden box . It was made of a dark oak and had the image of a slumbering snake burned into it. This was the emergency aid box that my parents always told me about. I was 9 years old at the time, who even tells a 9 year old where to find scissors and needles. Ok I got side-tracked. I opened it and took out a long silver syringe , the sun was setting and the light reflected on its surface almost blinding me damnit.

Ok now for the hard part. Remembering what I had to do. Let’s see mandragora officinarum somehow concocted. Syringe found . What have I left out......oh no......oh no.....should I?

Yes!!!!

Oh nice of you to pop in haven’t heard from you today. It just so happens that you pop in when it’s regarding something macabre !

...

There was silence

That’s what I thought.

Ok. I’ve been putting it off but....

I go to the small warehouse that is out on the garden and take out a shovel and a saw. Ok now or never remember you have one chance!

I went in to the grave yard with slow steps. You know what maybe I shouldn’t?

One chance

I...

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One chance

I move towards great great great great grandma Ornia’s grave stone.

I mean it’s a bit much

ONE CHANCE

Fuck it

“one chance!” I yell as I dig my shovel into the ground . I started to remove the dirt around the grace and I dag deeper and deeper . I was digging until I couldn’t see anything other than dirt. After half an hour I hear a thud. I hit something that isn’t dirt or rock. I normally would be elated at finally getting some rest but I only felt dirty. Not just my skin but in my very soul. You know what, it’s better to feel sorry out in a mansion than to die in the streets. I Steel my resolve and I start to clear dirt of the casket.

One chance

Ok yeah I’m doing it no need to oversell it

One chance

Shh ssh sh

one chance...

It’s fine go to sleep

..... I swear I’m losing brain cells the longer i work.

The coffin was marked and although dirty you could tell that if cleaned it would be impressively white. I feel something weird under my foot. I move it and notice a golden engraving.

“Fortune favours the bold”

Enough sight seeing move it.

I swear this I don’t know which me said that. Actually you could even make the case that there is no other me. What even is me. What is is....

Those books....all those books have messed me up in the head....

J pry open one side of the lid but just as I’m about to peek inside a drop of water falls on my hands. Weird it doesn’t seem to be raining , I think as I look up. Another one falls . Ok that’s I... I touch my face. Only then do I realise that there are tears falling down my cheeks...

I try to take a breath but I seem to stager.

Focus!

Oh shut up!

Later, do that later

......

I grunt and through tears pull up the lid.

Inside is a pristine white skeleton . The smell was enough to make me puke but I held it in. While holding my breath I pull out her pinky finger.

I hurry and close the casket . I climb maniacally out of the hole and sloppily push the dirt down on the lid. I did everything quickly so that I could get away.

I ... I mean the first thing I do after seeing any semblance of family is I mutilate them. That’s probably enough to secure me a place in the nine hells. I Put the finger in a pouch and wipe the tears of my face. Here comes the familiar feeling. A scan is a more appropriate word. Ok I’ve been outside enough. I rush into my study and go towards my mortar. I Palace inside it the finger bone and some of my hair. I start to crush it and I don’t stop until it becomes a fine dust. Then I pour it into the purple concoction. Smoke starts to arise and the bubbling seems to lessen. I wait until it dissolves and pour it into the syringe. Ok last step using the damn thing. I ready my self and flick the syringe. Now that I look at it again it is very big.... Maybe I shouldn’t

One chance I hear in the back of my head. This gives me enough courage to raise the syringe at arms length.

Hey kid

What ?

FATE FAVOURS THE BOLD

Eh

I watch helplessly as the syringe pierces my chest.

That’s weird who turned off the lights ?...................

Voice 1-The target is down I repeat target down.

Voice 2- Did he show any signs

Voice 1- Negative

Voice 2- Very well. Return. Long live the core

Voice 2- Long live the core