Soulless (Intro)

"C'mon you ugly bitch let's get this over with! Your just jealous because i'm not the same rag-tag piece of shit you are!" I was trying to sound braver than i really felt, and i thought about making a run for the car but decided not to. It's never a good idea to be in a moving vehicle when a Soulless is nearby and in hot pursuit. Why i even bother fleeing or putting up a fight anymore is beyond me. I should be used to this by now, it never gets any better and it always ends the same. I get beaten within an inch of my life while the Soulless attempt to bind me and hold me prisoner until i finally succumb to a natural death. It's clear they want me dead but why they won't kill me is a mystery. Due to my last run in with a Soulless i acquired the ability to understand their language and speak it, but they know that and are safeguarding their knowledge like a prison. But since my newfound ability to converse in what i call Soulspeak, i found some information on why they excercise restraint. Apparently they are able to do to me as they wish but they cannot take my life because in doing so they damn themselves to a dimension of hell even they are afraid to venture while letting the good guys win. You can't let the good guys win.

As far as i know i am the only one who has this problem, every other human they desire to kill is done mercilessly and without hesitation. So why am i so frickin special? That is exactly what i keep asking myself as this soldier of hell comes sprinting my way with a face devoid of every emotion but hell bent determination. He looks so ridiculous dressed in a black and white tuxedo, black hair slicked back with a shine like the moon on a lake, his tie coming undone and flapping in the wind behind him. Running down a steep dirt road in the bowels of the south. You would laugh your ass off if you were here, but it's useless because he is invisible to all except me. Which makes me wonder why the majority of them even bother disguising themselves anyway.

I just walked out of a little ma and pa's diner with a styrofoam cup half full with coke and a stomach overflowing with some good southern cooking. I hope i don't vomit. My hand holding the cup is shaking like a leaf and i have no idea what to do, i never do. It's useless running and so far there isn't a man made weapon on the earth i know of that can even slow one down. I've decided my only chance at a favorable outcome to the oncoming calamity was to stay near my car. Maybe he will leave me able enough to crawl in it and drive somewhere where i can wallow painfully in solitude. If he beats me unconsious i might wake up in a hospital where they are just crawling with Soulless. If that happens they will likely have me bonded before i even wake and shipped off to the local laughing academy wherein lies their central headquarters. I refuse. It took me 3 years to break out the last time. I won't let them take me. I'm gonna give this bitch what for and wipe his ass all over the road. Yeah...right. But at least i worked up the courage to talk back....