Changing Destiny

                                                                  Changing Destiny

Pascal Amity is a young albino with glasses about twenty years old. He lives alone in a small house near the University of his city. It was noticeable that he had three great talents: his footwork for the sport, his greatest passion, imagination and drawing style. The fact that he was albino and he was energetic was a miracle for his parent, but he was a freak in some people’s eyes…

There were people that he considered as ‘friends’, he got on pretty well with them, but when they launched into a discussion, he always felt sidelined. He wasn’t very popular at his University, on the contrary, he was sized because he was often chosen as the scapegoat by the bully of the settlement: Gorde Houz.

Each day, at any giving moment, he was martyred by the bully in front of everyone, he was calling him a freak because of Pascal’s case, and Gorde was doing all this in front of his friends, but they let him do it, without any interfering from them, they didn’t come to help the poor albino. Was it because they were afraid? Or was it because they didn’t care? Pascal didn’t know the answer but opted for the second option…

He could withstand all these pressure by retreating into a bubble during the sport sessions. He loved football, he was the best in his team, well, the whole university, it was his dream to become a great football player… That is why when a terrible accident happened while on one of his sport session, he had to stop to put pressure on one of his legs, so much, almost at the risk of internal bleeding from the muscles, he was struck with the thought that he will never realize his dream. He get more depressed than ever.

The news reached the bully’s ear; it was a new martyr for his catalogue, for his favorite whipping. And then he began to mock at the albino again. As the days passed, Pascal became more closed in himself, he was interested in nothing or anyone. He began nevertheless to have a new hobby in addition to writing and drawing: Black Magic.

He began to seriously take an interest in the occult science that he even began to draw symbols such as the circle with a cross or a circle with a triangle and square in the center. It amused him to imagine any kind of spell that he could put on the asshole Gorde. But he didn’t believe in any of this, it was bullshit he thought. He continued to draw, write and perform black magic until the day when he wanted to try to summon a demon for a good laugh, he summoned a real demon in his room. And that’s what happening today…

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The pages of the book were flying everywhere in the room. Pascal couldn’t believe it, this thing so huge came out of the drawing on the floor where he let a few drops of blood fall. But this thing was h
ere! So demons really exist? All those legends about them were real? Many questions were running around the head of the frightened young man who was sitting on the floor without moving while fixing the demon.

The creature had a skin color very dark blue, his "hair" was dark purple. Only a part of his body was there, we could see this because his lower body was still in the circle better said, in the ‘other’ world. Two large scratch sharp legs were resting on the ground leaving cracks in the floor.  His head was this gigantic dark blue thing ... His eyebrows were the same color as his fur, he had a sort of diamond embedded in his forehead, and in this diamond was an eye that stared at the young human. His real eyes were red spirals that could hypnotize anyone who look deep inside. But it wasn’t that which scared a lot Pascal, no, it was the smile. That huge creepy smile with sharp yellow teeth that scared the albino. The demon had also little black arms under each cheek. The demon looked around, examining where he was then stared at Pascal again.

“Are you the one who summoned me?”

Holly fuck it speaks! But Pascal still didn’t move.

“I said: Are you the one who summoned me? Answer me!”

“Y-Yeah!” answered the young albino while standing up.

“So… You summoned me to become one of us, am I right?”

“Wait, what?” Pascal asked with surprise.

“What ‘what?’? You know that I’m a human-demon maker, no?” said the demon raising his head up “Don’t you dare tell me that you summoned me just for fun!! The last one who did that is now on a trip with Death for the underworld, the one you know as ‘Hell’! You don’t want to join him, RIGHT?!” Yelled the Demon Maker.

“N-No! I-I want to be a demon!” lied the young man.

“Good so let’s get started! It’s time to change destiny!”

Pascal has no choice, he must become a demon if he didn’t want to die.

“First, tell me your talents, mortal.”

“Well I-I love to write and draw, I used to be good at football but I can’t use my legs much anymore…”

“Haha, poor little cockroach! Well let’s see, let’s see… So if you like to write things… I think… Tell me… Would you like to have the power of ‘Changing Destiny’, human?” asked the dark creature.

“What is it?” the human asked, curious.

“Oh I see that you're interested! Seen that you love to write, what would you say of being able to change the destiny of people? This is a great way to get revenge on the people you hate, you just need something to write, where to write, have the full name or possibly it’s pseudonym of your victim and write a new destiny for him on an unlimited time.”

“Wow! That- That’s pretty cool!”

“And like sometimes you’ll need to run and like you can’t anymore… I will give you the power to fly!” smiled the demon.

“Th-Thanks! Being a demon is cooler than I thought! Where do I sign in?”

“Hehe… Just put these.” Said the monster, and a pair of sneakers appeared in the hand on the face. Something original was on the shoes: small bull horns on each side of the object. Pretty original. “But be careful! Once you put these shoes on, even if you can fly, you can’t play football again, got it memorized? Once you’ll put these shoes, the horns will appear on any shoes you’ll wear. If you kick a ball with those, these horns will dig into your feet and inject a lethal poison in it. And don’t even try to play without shoes, if you touch a football with your foot, next time you put shoes: You die.  Yes, I’m here to turn you into one of us, not to fulfill your wishes…” Smiled sadistically again the demon.

“That’s… pretty fucked up…” said the confused albino.

“Demons are fucked up. So? Do we have a deal?”

“F-Fine… Just gimme those.”

“There!” said the monster. He threw the sneakers. Pascal caught them and began to put them on under the amused look of the Demon Maker.

“Now what?” he asked.

The shoes began to glow brightly while the demon opened his mouth wide and burst out laughing, his eyes glowing, and yelled one word that sent Pascal back violently, striking him on the wall and fainted.

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Pascal woke up the next day with difficulty… Oh? Had he fallen asleep on the floor? Dressed? By the way, what time was it? 7:30 ... An hour before class...

“What a weird dream…” he murmured.

He got up and noticed that he wore shoes… With horns… It’s at this moment that he remembered the demon, the pact and the “Changing Destiny”.

“Was all of that real?... Nah! I just bought those awesome shoes and with my overflowing imagination and the black magic stuff, I made up this entire story! That’s all!” He smiled to himself.

An hour later he was in college, he had suffered the usual humiliation from Gorde when he put his foot inside the institution. It was History lesson… Fuck! So annoying! He thought of all the humiliations inflicted on him by this big brute, and how he felt powerless over the fact that he had no way to avenge himself ... And then he thought of his dream ... the power to change the destiny of the people on unlimited time and it only needed the full name of the victim ... Well he knew that his bully’s name was Gorde Houz, so… He loses nothing by trying, right? He took a pencil and started to write….

“Gorde Houz started to hit his head on the table until he started to bleed from his nose…”

Pascal smiled sadistically about what he wrote. He was about to write gory stuff but the teacher called him for a history exercise.

During the pause, Gorde wasn’t there to annoy the albino; one of Pascal’s friends came to tell him what happened in his class. The story matched perfectly with what Pascal had written.

“So it really works? I really am a new demon! I’ve got power now! I can change destinies!” he though. He smirked, “Hey, John, isn’t it tonight that Gorde is having his boxing training?” he asked to his friend.

“Well, yeah? Why?”

“Humm nothing… Just to be sure that he’ll leave me alone tonight after school.” He said quietly, “And tell me, I’m sure that this jerk have already said to the class what he wanna be later, huh? He told his dream for the future?”

“Yeah, he said that he wanna be a great pilot like his father. Why?”

“Nothing…” he said again as his look weirdly at him. He took a paper and a pencil.


“During his boxing, Gorde Houz, sure of himself, challenged the best boxer in the club for a fight. The fight ends quickly with a punch to his the left eye from his opponent. Except that when Gorde stood up he noticed that he couldn’t see from his left eye. He’s now blind from that eye.”

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The next day, Gorde wasn’t in class throughout the day, it seems that he went to see the optometrist about his eye. But Pascal didn’t give a damn, it was a quiet day, it was so long that he didn’t have one. The bully came back the next day. The albino then had the bad idea to get back at him, for once, he was the bully. When the brute saw him, he glared at him.

“What you want, jerk?” Gorde asked.

“I heard that you lost the sight from your left eye… So you can’t be a pilot anymore.” Smirked the albino, “Guess what, we are in the same boat!” he laughed.

The bully turned and violently punched Pascal’s on the face, his glasses broke and his nose and mouth started bleeding. The new demon was in shock, he didn’t expect that.

“I’m not in the same boat as a freak like you! I would never be like you! And you know why? ‘Cause you're a freak! That's what I call people who have white hair when they are young, people that are supposed to be weak as an insect but are weirdly energetic as a human, freaks! And you, you're the most pathetic of all! I'm sure it's your entire fault! My eye, that girl’s disease over there, the global warming, EVERYTHING is your fault! You piece of shit!” yelled the bastard.

Pascal just glared at him with a very cold eye, which makes Gorden angrier, the albino never dared to glare at him before, what was wrong with him today? The bully raised his foot and that’s when the teachers came to stop him. Pascal’s friends tried to help him to get up, what he rejected. The albino just took a paper and a pen.

“Gorde Houz, so frustrated, gets out of the building while insulting the teachers behind him, but when he crossed the street, he did not see the oncoming car at full speed. The car hit him with a big force, making him fly ten meters away. Blood on the road and on the windshield, every witness screamed with terror, but he survived the accident ...”

Everyone was screaming calling the ambulance and the 911, but Pascal just smiled and said: “I’ll give him the deathblow.”

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That night, Gorde was in a very bad condition after the accident of this morning, he was alone in a hospital room wondering how he could have so much bad luck in some days ... The light was off and no one will come to visit him at this time, so he decided to sleep. But before he could close his eyes, a voice called out.

“Who’s there?” yelled the patient. He then noticed that the windows were open and a hooded man was next to it. Did he entered by the window? But this is impossible! He was in the third floor! “What do you want!? H-How did you get here?” he asked again.

“Well, well. Don’t you recognize me, bitch?” said the hooded guy by removing his hood, his white hair shone under the light of the moon.

“Pascal? W-”

“The shock of seeing the albino was so strong that Gorde remained literally dumb.”

Gorde was trying to talk, to scream, but not a sound was going out of his mouth. Pascal just approaches him with an evil smile upon his face.

“Hehehehehe, look at you… You’re really screwed up. But tell me where it’s hurt… Maybe the LEG!” By saying that, the albino punched the broken leg of his victim. He laught when he saw the suffering face of the asshole that bother him for so long. “Or maybe the ARM!” he did the same.

Gorde was crying, he was suffering and calling for help! But no one was hearing him. The only thing in his mind was why Pascal looked so scary right now? He’s supposed to be a wimp!... Gorde was afraid… The albino was laughting at every punch he did to the bully’s body. He’s eyes were different, this facial expression… It wasn’t human… It was a demon’s face!

“Tss! I’m bored now!” said the demon, he went to a cupboard and pulled out a syringe. He emptied its contents on the floor and sucked the air with. By seeing this, Gorde’s eyes wide open. “It’s says that if air enters in the blood, we die, but I wonder if it hurt or not… Hey, don’t look at me like that! You gonna regret the first day that you bullied me! Now let’s see… where do I stick this? Aha! Here!” he yelled planting the needle into a vein in the patient's neck.

Gorde was fidgeting in all directions and stopped suddenly, he was no breathing anymore, he was dead now.

“Is that all? How boooooooooring!!”

Suddenly, a night watchman opened the door.

“I received the call, what’s going o- What the fuck?” he yelled. Pascal was about to jump through the window, the watchman saw him and his white hair, his face was too young for an old man, “DON’T MOVE!! We’re on the third floor do yo-” Pascal jumped. “WAIT!” he leaned in the window and saw that the young albino was flying. “All security, call the police! We have a young albino to find in the city: he killed a patient! I repeat we have a young albino to find!”

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Pascal was already on the other side of the city, he had decided to leave ... he took a liking to the others suffering... There are so many dreams to destroy neighboring towns, he would love it to see people suffer in that they have no chance to realize their dream ...
That night, Pascal Amity died, he was now a demon… He throw away every IDs he had on him. He grabbed the skin of his face and pulled it, everything detached himself from his face. He felt nothing...

He took his cell phone and took a picture of his new face. He jumped a bit when he saw himself but soon acquired a taste for it. His skin was blue and his hair still white. His right eye was now a white X and the left one is a white spiral. He still had his beard and mustache but what he preferred above all was his smile: a big creepy sharped teeth smile. It makes him remember the demon to which he owed all: these powers, this new face, this new life!

He’s no more Pascal Amity… He was now…


                                                                         …The Author.