Chapter 1

It was a crisp night. I was walking down the streets of New York just like I normally do. Then I saw her a woman looked to be about 24-47 years old, cream skin, brown eyes but of course none of that really mattered it was her eyes its always there eyes. Hers were hazel with a tinge of blue and at that moment I knew I wanted them.

When it comes to eyes it’s not that I can’t resist I can but I just don’t have any real reason to. With that thought in mind I followed her. I was careful though I always am and my patience

paid off when I saw her go into an alley.

At that moment I ran carefuly so I wouldn’t alert her. And there she was walking barely a foot ahead of where I was standing not aware of the danger behind her not aware of me. I struck, I had already slid my knife out of my pocket and when I struck it went straight into her back. The blood poured out but it didn’t bother me I’m used to it. At the moment she died I twisted her around to see her eyes. It’s always the moment they die that the eyes are the prettiest.

And with that with that out of the way I started walking home.

If you haven’t discovered by now I am a serial killer. Why do I kill them? Just because, I mean I want to say that it’s their eyes that make me do it. But I didn’t discover how interesting it was to see the eyes of the people I kill until my 15th maybe 16th kill.

I could give you plenty of reasons, in fact after I started killing I even made a list of them. Honestly though it’s cause I’m so bored.

As I ponder on my thoughts of the latest victim. I finally arrived at my house. My house is a loft it cost around 70,563 dollars. How do I know, I got the money from killing my parents. Now don’t get me wrong I didn’t kill them for the money it was because I didn’t want them discovering my uh habits. I mean I’m only sixteen and a year ago I wasn’t nearly as good as I was now.

When I get into my house I can immediately tell there’s someone else in there. Not because I can sense him or any of those crazy reasons. It’s because he’s sitting on my leather couch. I can immediately tell he’s not someone to be messed with. Why because his eyes are black not just the irises but the entire eye. Not just that but the fact he’s slightly floating over the couch. So how do I respond, well theirs only one way of course.

“Do you need something from me?”

“Why yes I would love refreshment if you have any.”

I walk to the cabinet and take out dear old dads old vintage and pour two cups then I sit on

the couch directly across from him after handing him a glass.

“So what do you need from me?”

“You are nothing like others Zion, when they see someone in there house they scream or threaten them but you are taking this quite calmly I like that.”

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“Well let’s just say I’m used to strange situations, so if you could be so kind as to tell me who you are what you need.”

“My name is unimportant. As for why I am here it’s because you were chosen to be part of a game between gods. Now you would normally be taken and would have woke up in another plane with all the other contestants, clueless of how you got there and then would have been given an ability and a mission to clear the game. After that all would have been told that it was the only way to leave is to clear One hundred levels or some other bullshit reason. That however is a lie the plane you will be transported to would really have been a higher plane consisting of 100 different worlds.”

“Why tell me this?”

“Because I want you to stop this. This game is just a way to decide the next Elder god. The one who beats it would be able to ascend to godhood while the others will die.”

“You still haven’t told me why you chose me. To know all this you’re probably a god so you already know what kind of guy I am and what I do.”

“You even guessed I’m a god you are truly impressive and I do know what you do. But I also know that you’re bored being here and if you help me out I can make your life way more interesting.”

“You said I’m already a contestant in this game of gods. How could you make that more interesting?”

“I can let you choose your own ability. Normally there completely random but I can make a special exception for you. I can also give you information that would give you an advantage over all the others and all you have to do is help me.”

Well I am bored so what the hell I guess I’ll do it. “I accept your deal.”

“Perfect” he says with a brilliant smile. ”Now as for what you have to do. Each world will have a gatekeeper you need to beat to get to the portal leading to the next world. The gatekeepers have a very special core. You have to take at least ten of the stronger ones. As for the stronger ones you’ll be able to tell which ones are stronger and which ones aren’t by the color. The ones you need will be half black and half gold. Now listen closely when you get to the final portal in the last world throw them in and the gate will close. After that your done.”

“And here I thought it would be hard.” I say sarcastically.

“Well now I’ll give you all the information you need. But first you have to choose a power.”

“Where finally down to business. Well for the power I need something original something exceptional I want- “