Thunderclap roars across the sky with patches of lightening.

I drift in and out of a conscious state, my temperature is high with rage, I felt sweat coated against my skin, odd delirious thoughts of murder pops in and out through my mind at an uncanny pace.

I brandish my hands with a kitchen knife with eyes of wrath and despair.

" How dare you! you little brat", she picks up a base ball bat from the wall , she brandish the bat edge of steel as it caught the light of a beaming spotlights shone, like heavenly weapon from heaven, she swung her deadly bat crashing down arcing to pierce my face.

Suddenly, thunder claps and the scenery around us change, as if someone pressed a pause button from a remote control, she paused in swinging action in motion. The door behind me swung open with thundering flickering light's against my back. From the dark of my shadows she came,

" I perceived a strong blood lust of hatred, revenged to kill and I have come to fulfill your dark dreams"

"YOUR HEART IS FILLED WITH ANGER?

DO YOU WANT REVENGE ?

YOU JUST NEED TO SIGN A CONTRACT WITH ME BUT ON TWO CONDITIONs

"Who are you? I questioned the strange shadow humanoid dark element flickering around me with just eyes and teeth,

I MEAN YOU NO HARM, THAT'S IF YOU CORPORATE WITH ME.

HI DEAR, MY NAME IS THE CRIMSON DEVILISH GHOST BLOODY MARTA MARRAI ,I AM A VENGEFUL GHOST FROM A SCHOOL NAME KING CREST HIGH SCHOOL. THOUGH MOST OF MY POWERS ARE SEALED BY EXORCIST BUT I CAN BE OFF USE TO YOU. I WAS CALLED BY YOUR BLOOD LUST FOR MURDER.

The dark creature flickers around me staring at my face.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO KILL ANY ONE ALL BY YOUR SELF, SIGN A CONTRACT WITH ME AND I YOU CAN USE MY POWERS TO A CERTAIN DEGREE BUT THERE ARE RULES.

Rules? What kind of rules? How do you plan on killing her, how does it work? I questioned

HOLD YOUR HORSES YOUNG MASTER she stares at my sketchbook HMM, THAT COULD WORK.

LET ME EXPLAINED,I SAW YOUR THROUGH YOUR MIND, I COULD TURN YOUR SKETCH BOOK INTO A SCENE OF DEATH, ANYONE YOU WISH TO KILL, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS DRAW OUT A SCENE ON YOUR SKETCHBOOK OF HOW, WHERE AND WHEN YOU WANT YOUR VICTIMS SHOULD DIE AND MARTA WILL POSSESS THEIR SOUL AND MAKE THAT SCENE COME TRUE.

I WILL KILL WITH MY TRUE FORM. BUT YOU NEED A FACE TO DO THAT. YOU MUST HAVE MENTAL PICTURE OF HIS FACE AND STRUCTURE TO BE ABLE TO DRAW THEM.

Form? I questioned.

YES, I CHOSE THIS FORM TO APPROACH YOU SO YOU WONT BE SCARED, MY REAL FORM IS QUITE VERY SCARY, IT HELPS ME CREATE THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF FEAR ON MY VICTIMS.

MY RULES ARE

1. YOU MUST DRAW OR KILL A SOUL ONCE EVERY TWO WEEKS, I HAVE QUOTA TO FILL TO THAT DEMON THAT RESURRECTED ME. ANYBODY IS FINE BEING IT GOOD OR BAD AS LONG AS I CAN TAKE IS SOUL. FAIR ENOUGH RIGHT

2.YOU MUST NEVER FALL IN LOVE, IN OTHER WORDS, NO LOVE THATS IS NO GIRL FRIEND MARTA IS A SHE, I AM A VERY JEALOUS GHOST OF HATRED, REVENGE AND DISTRAUGHT, LOVE WEAKENS MY POWERS.

MY POWERS INCLUDES POSSESSING ANY SOUL AT YOUR COMMAND ,ABLE TO SEE THROUGH THE MINDS OF YOUR VICTIMS TO SOME EXTENT ,I CAN'T KILL ANYONE EXCEPT YOU GIVE A COMMAND HOWEVER IF MY MASTER THE HOST THAT HARBORS ME IS IN DANGER, I AM PERMITTED TO DISABLE THAT PERSON TO A WHEEL CHAIR OR IN TO A COMA"

YOU WILL SEE ViSIONS OF HOW A MURDER IS COMMITTED BY ME AND YOU CAN USE THAT VISION TO YOUR OWN ADVANTAGE.

SO WHAT IS IT GONNA BE EJIRO.

The desperation of human heart when they want something will never let them see the consequences of actions they pattern in. They only realize their mistake after the result of what has happened and at that time, it's too late. I signed a contract with the devil if only I knew what I had stepped into.

I practiced with my step mother; I sketch her on my sketchbook of death. Her scene was to be crush to death by a truck.

The time pause collapsed and she paused her bat half way. She took a step backwards

"What are you? She began to question shuddering.

She couldn't believe her own eyes, she sat frozen in fear, there was no mistaking it and she saw a dark shadow of a devilish ghost behind me as it crept towards her slowly with dark clawed Hands brandish the room. My brown eyes began to gleam into a crimson blood lust red; the clawed hand gripped her neck with hand imprinted across her neck. She became possessed as lights began to fade from her eyes. She took steps walking, she walked standing in the middle of the road like that as though she was some kind of ghostly apparitions permanently frozen by the mysteries of time.

I watched in a vision with my red eyes as she was crush to death by a truck.

That thundering night was the rebirth of a new me. I went to sleep soundly.

By morning the cops came, and her body was taking to homicide forensic department with my father totally devastated. My father trusted his friend to find out the cause, the only thing the police notice was the Black Hand imprint across her neck and soon was written off that she was drunk. Little did they know that a storm was coming?

By morning I went to the bank before heading to school, to check out the information my mother left me. I showed the manager the code from the picture as instructed, they open a safe deposit box. There was large sum to set me up for life and my education but I was not interested rather, I wanted blood to spill in the most disastrous way. I had to think of a scenario of the best possible way to send them to hell. The most terrifying way. Surprise, they were just nine of them that includes my father, others in the book were relatives who part too in the sharing of her wealth. The mistress and the man who was the master minder of my mother's distraught was a politician governor named boston. He likes to travels by air. I had a perfect death flash through my brain. I have to plan carefully.