He sat there with a beer in his hand, laughing at the sitcom on television. I watched him with tired eyes from the top of the stairs. What a crude, ugly man he was. Not in physical, he was actually quite handsome, but on the inside he was ugly. He was like a turkey baked to death, covered in black. I cradled my head in my hand and just watched. I watched him scratch at his chest, watch him count his money three times then slip his old wallet back into his pocket.

I walked down the stairs slowly, hand resting on the railing. My eyes were glued to him all the while. I heard the whimpers of a child in the other room, crying. I narrowed my eyes, "Such a cruel man…" I mumbled to myself. I walked through the locked doors and saw the child in the corner, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. I kneeled next to the redhead, placing a hand on his shivering back. "Shh…Don't worry my child…" I cooed. He looked up and hugged himself tight.

He didn't notice me. Didn't see me. Didn't feel me. But I was going to help him. I stood and walked back to the ugly man who was now spacing out as commercials flicked onto the tube. I stood above him and blew a great breath on him. He rubbed his arms and looked around slowly. "Cold…" He mumbled. I pulled the beer from his clawed hand and dropped it on the floor. "Shit." He said, picking up the drink which now had dampened the floor. "So clumsy." I mocked.

He stood and disappeared into the kitchen. I sat on the arm of his lazy-boy chair for only a second, then followed him. He threw the beer away and grabbed a handful of napkins. He turned to leave the kitchen, but I placed my foot in front of his stride and he fell to the floor. I placed my foot on his back and pinned him there while he attempted to help himself up. In half a second I was on the floor with him, my face inches from his. "Dear sir," I started to him in a honey-coated voice. His eyes grew large and frightened, "Who’s there?" He asked panicked.

"Destiny." I hissed. "Atone now, its your last chance." I said. He struggled, "Please!" He pleaded. My heart hardened. I placed my cold lips to his forehead covered in sweat and clutched his chest in my hand and squeezed his heart dead. I left his lifeless body on the kitchen floor and walked to the poor boy in the locked room. "Never give up and you will succeed." I whispered to him, and went to where I was needed next.