The strange, distorted head mounting the amorphous shape came out of nowhere. It stood menacingly quiet while it kept hold of Tammy’s squirming body that let out cries sounding like that of a burning victim’s last gulp of air. Somehow he knew he should have listened, but kept on his stubborn ways. After all, what had listening done for him thus far, besides cause him complete and utter misery? The rain dribbled off his studded crimson leather jacket and pushed his pompadour flat on his head, letting the greasy, bloody, black strands fall just over his dilated, scrunched, green eyes. He knew his moment would come, though not in this way, to test his faithfulness. His lonely nights of studying for classes he had no money for after his father had been killed in a bar shootout, after his bankrupt mother had been laid off regardless of her teaching degree and slipped into a coma once life had finally seemed stable again due to his father’s small fortune, after all the days and nights of working graveyard shifts and selling pot and making deals for people of the lowest scum that even the fallen angel would have hesitated associating with, had led to this moment.
