Amby woke up and he felt great. He felt super loose and ready for anything. He hopped up off of the floor and went to the kitchen to check the time. It was 8:34. He needed to be at the back of the dorms soon! Amby had no idea what exactly was going on, but he decided that everything would work out and everything would be over relatively soon.
"I might need to protect myself from M if he gets hostile", thought Amby as he poured himself a cup of chocolate milk. He chugged the chocolate milk and went back to his room. Under his mattress he had a dagger. The blade was about 14-15 inches long, and the handle was smooth, polished elk antler with a brass pommel.
He attached the sheathed dagger to his waist using a leather strap that came with it. He was back in the kitchen, and it was 8:52. He decided he should head out to find M. So he slowly walked out of his dorm and went down the two flights of stairs and went out the back door of the building out by the dumpsters.
The air was shimmering by the dumpsters, and against better judgement, Amby walked right on over to them with his hand on his dagger's handle. There was a bright flash and then the tall, muscular M was standing before him. "Ah, you showed up! Two minutes early at that!", M flashed a wide, bright smile at Amby. He froze in slight shock, then awkwardly smiled back at him. M took out a cigarette and lit it with an old, metal flip lighter. He took a long drag, then, "So, I have a proposition for you. Well, it's not really a proposition because you don't have a choice. You'll more than likely die if you don't do it. Anyways, I'm getting off topic; I'm just gonna get to the point: you're going to kill someone for me." Amby opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say. He took his hand off of his knife and blinked slowly a few times while trying to keep his breathing steady. A minute or so later, he could think enough to ask, 'Who am I going to kill? Why? Who the fuck do you think you are?! You can't just show up and try and control my life! Tell me what's going on, or fuck off!". All of a sudden, M lunged at him and clasped his hand over Amby's mouth. "Shut your fucking mouth or you're going to find that knife down your throat. You're gonna draw attention to us." He said quietly through gritted teeth. Amby gulped and nodded as much as he could since M was holding his head. "Glad you decided to be agreeable. Now, to business. You know that really young looking girl that sits a few rows in front of you during Algebra? The one that's really petite with brown hair?" Amby nodded slowly. "I need her dead. Doesn't matter why. And you're going to do it, or the void you met last night will take you straight to the 7th circle of Hell. You have a week. I don't care how it's done." He then smiled at Amby warmly, but his eyes looked like black ice. "Oh, I almost forgot!" He waved his hand a few times through the shimmering air and pulled out a six pack of Heineken. How does he know what my favorite beer is? Amby wondered to himself as he took the case and M walked off.
Amby walked back up to his dorm feeling very detached and confused. The brown haired girl was only 19, and she looked back and smiled at him almost everyday in class. He really didn't want to kill her, but he had a feeling that things wouldn't be pretty if he let her live.
He cracked open one of the beers on his table and put the case in the fridge. He couldn't think straight. He took a sip of the beer; it was ice cold. He needed to think of how to kill the woman. He didn't even know her name!
The knife wouldn't work, that would be too predictable. Hmmm . . .A gun? No, that would be too loud. He took another sip. I could poison her, but I don't know anything about that type of shit. Then it hit him: make it look like she did it to herself. It seemed just about fool proof. He took his knife out of its sheath and set it on the table. He looked sadly at his reflection in the near-perfect knife blade.
He went to the cabinet above his fridge and pulled out a bottle of off-brand NighQuill. There was a faint crack as he twisted the cap to open the bottle. Only a little bit. . .Only a little bit. . . He kept thinking as he brought the mouth of the bottle up to his lips and started drinking. Tears started to form in his eyes; whether it was from the medicine or emotion, he couldn't tell. Fuck! How much did I drink?? He looked at the bottle. There was only a fingertip's worth left. Shit shit shit shit SHIT! He used to be addicted to NighQuill, and out of reflex ended up chugging nearly the whole bottle. I'm gonna be fucked in half an hour. There was suddenly a knock at the door. Confused, Amby walked to the door and opened it slowly. On the other side of the door, there was nothing. Just a void. Then: a light in the distance slowly flickered to life. Amby felt like his body wasn't his all of a sudden. He walked out of the door, screaming at himself internally.
The. . .The light. . . It. . .The light, it looks so. . .warm. . .Wouldn't. . .It wouldn't hurt to check it out. He didn't know how long he had been walking, but it was obviously a lot longer than it felt like because he felt the NighQuill starting to hit hard. The light didn't look any closer. All there was was darkness. He looked back, and the door to his dorm wasn't anywhere. Shit. I need to figure out what's going on and what time it is. Where am I? What's the light? He started running. Running faster. Faster. Faster and faster until he thought his legs weren't under him. The light. He was running towards the light. It was getting a lot closer. He couldn't stop running, even though the light was right in front of him.
THE LIGHT! I MADE IT TO THE LIGHT! Wh-. . .What? I'm. . .I can't see. . . I- He got a sudden pain in his head that there was light flashing through his closed eyes as he dropped to the ground.