Lol this is at 1500 words 😅😅😅 I guess that's fine for a prologue at least
[WP] A homeless man living in an alleyway during a bitter winter is awakened by a man in a trench coat. "Would you sell your soul for warmth?" The homeless man accepts. Trench coat man hands him a syringe. "Oh, I don't do that shit anymore." Trench coat man says "No this is different."
Prologue: This is just a kind of intro to the intro. A kind of history
The days grew colder and colder, streets turning more empty as December came near. It was never the best of times to be out on the streets… at least those that actually had a choice. Those whose life was nothing but the streets… Well, they’ll have to tough it out for one more season. Survival of the fittest, was a common thing you’ll hear among them simply because it was nothing but the truth. The strong get to survive another winter while the weak… Will be unearthed from the snow when spring comes. That was all there was to it.
The world has been way too cruel. That was all anybody could say. Especially, Edgar Wright. He was a middle-aged man who’s spent nearly half his life out on the streets. From the time his wife had first kicked him out of their house, up until now, nothing changed. He looked up at the darkened sky while breathing out a puff of his condensed sigh.
“It’s going to be another year of hell, it seems” He pulled the worn-out jacket higher to cover his neck from the cold. “I should have collected more blankets” He muttered to himself as he made his way back to the alleyway he had come to reside in. He had been staying there for… maybe 5 years now, and it wasn’t much but it allowed him a little privacy, and allowed him to set up a small mattress he picked up somewhere. It was honestly better than nothing and it did allow him a guest every now and then.
For that night, he couldn’t be bothered with a guest. It was the first snow, the bitter winter was starting. He failed to gather enough wood and anything that could keep him warmer. The icy wind was nipping at his skin already yet no blanket could suffice. He was shivering, could barely feel his own fingers and toes. Frostbite was getting to him much faster compared to the previous winters. But there was nothing he could do to counter the freezing cold and moving didn’t seem so ideal… He just fell asleep like that.
He wasn’t sure how he fell asleep, nor how long he managed to sleep, but the light nudge on his side had woken him up. He jolted awake when the nudges turned into painful jabs. The moment he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a man who stood in front of him.
“About time you woke up,” The stranger said with a slightly irritated huff
“Who are you? Did you come to kick me out?” Sleep was still heavy in his tone, yet that last painful jab on his side kicked his mind to full attention
“I thought you might need something to keep you warm” The stranger gestured to his thick, fleece jacket that seemed to look so comfortable and warm in Edgar’s eyes
“I would gladly-” Edgar leaned forward, eyeing the jacket intently
“At the small price of…” A wicked grin graced this stranger’s lips as leaned closer to Edgar “Your soul, maybe?”
For a while, Edgar was speechless. He didn’t know how he should have responded. It was a joke, right? How would anybody even take a soul? Without thinking too much of it, he just nodded “Take my soul, I don’t have much use for it… not at this age anymore anyways” He spoke the last parts somberly
“Oh? Is that your final answer?” The stranger quirked a brow as he spoke in a teasing tone
“I am” Edgar nodded firmly while helping himself up to stand
“Then you’ll need this,” Again, that wicked grin was back. He handed Edgar a syringe, as well as the coat the stranger had just been wearing “And this.”
“A syringe? Oh no, I don’t do that sh!t anymore” Edgar pushed the syringe back into the stranger's hand yet this man was insisting
“No, dear Edgar. This is different” The tone in this man’s voice sounded so ominous.
It left Edgar frozen in place, frozen from fear and with chills that still ran down his spine. The voice kept echoing in his head and no matter what he did, he couldn’t get it out of his head. When his mind finally returned to reality, the man was gone.
He paced out of the alleyway and glanced left and right, hoping to catch a glimpse of this man again, yet there was no trace of him. It was like the man never even went into the alleyway to begin with.
For quite some time, he simply shrugged off the idea that somebody ever came into his territory. He just couldn’t though. Not when the thick fleece coat was on his back, and the syringe was in his pocket. Yes, he was warm but the weight such a small syringe seemed to weigh him down… It nagged at the back of his mind. A deal was a deal was what he always said but this was different. It was a syringe and it had something… something he didn’t know about. It was terrifying to even think of injecting it into his body yet the stranger’s voice kept ringing in his head. It terrified him, and kept him awake for several nights.
After 4 days of no sleep. He finally gave in to the thought. He grabbed the syringed, and with a deranged look, he removed its packaging and plunged the needle quickly into his right arm. He injected the fluid all in one go. It pained him, but it couldn’t compare to the relief of finally fulfilling his side of the deal.
When the small container was emptied, he threw the syringe away and deflated into his mattress. It was that quick and harmless… He laughed at himself, thinking why he even prolonged it for that long. For the first time in days, he finally had a good night’s rest. Or so he hoped so.
In the middle of the night, a burning pain ran through his right arm, the place where he first injected the liquid. At first, it was just his hand, then it spread throughout his body. The pain drove him mad. He screamed and groaned in pain. Cold sweat dripped down his body, and he couldn’t stop his body from jerking so abruptly. Edgar curled and writhed in pain. His hands gripped onto the coat so much that the fabric almost tore.
When the pain had subsided after… hours maybe? He wasn’t even so sure how long he had suffered, all he knew was that he was thankful that it was all over.
Over… was it all over when his head started to feel heavy? When he reached up to know what added the extra weight to his head, he found a large horn growing on his forehead. He couldn’t believe it. He just kept feeling the sturdy object on his head.
“The f*ck is this?” He asked in a panic. Before he could even process anything, another wave of pain washed over him, yet this time, a pool of red formed around his feet. When he looked at the puddle, he noticed that it was dripping from above. His face? Again, he guided his hands down to his face before looking at his hands again. The moment he saw red, he dried in a panic yet nothing could be done for him anymore. Each step he took, he felt weaker and weaker. By the time he was finally on the main street, his body finally gave out. Edgar collapsed to the ground as blood kept oozing out of him.
The passersby that saw the horrific scene all screamed and cried in panic as they gathered around the now lifeless body.
“I suppose he wasn’t a good match either” From the Alleyway, the stranger again appeared, yet this time, he just watched as the crowd flocked over the “creature” that came out of that very alleyway. What Edgar turned to… Even the stranger couldn’t tell when he became so badly disconfigured because of that trial dose he made.