It was a cold Saturday night, the wind blew strongly but the mood was calm inside Jimin's house. He did not care about the awful weather because he was in the middle of a job. That afternoon he received the visit of a young man whose name was Yoongi. His name was as pretty as him, but his soul was not.
-They told me you were an expert on the subject.
-Well... In this type of jobs there is fifty percent of probabilities that the spell works, but it is not me who decides.
-That's enough for me, I just need to get rid of my problems. I will get to the point, his name is John Cartz, that son of a bitch is making my life miserable, I just want to see him dead.
-Did you bring his hair? - asked Jimin ignoring his explanations, he did not liked to make it personal.
Yoongi reached his open hand and placed a tiny tuft of hair over it. Jimin put it into a small jar with a label that said: John Cartz.
-And the blood? – continued him with the same monotonous tone.
-Here – he took a small bottle out of his coat – you will never imagine how long this duty took me, that motherfucker almost killed one of my men while they were chasing him.
-Sir, I do not want to know the details, it can be dangerous for me.
-Don't worry about that – he responded calmly – what could go wrong?
Yoongi kept talking about John Cartz and his business; the fact that he ignored EdgarJimin's words made him angry and a little bit uncomfortable. He realized that Yoongi was not going to stop so he decided to interrupt him abruptly.
-Um... Well... I think that's it for today.
Yoongi showed him a big smile, but this time it was different from the last ones. His mouth deformed into a monstrous grimace. His white perfect teeth now seemed dirty and crooked and his beautiful and big eyes converted into two giant holes. This image appeared in front of him just a few seconds, when he blinked he was again a pretty young man. Jimin was terrified, his palms were sweating; Yoongi kept looking at him, with her smile always present. When he finally decided to goJimin inhaled and exhaled really fast. He was a big fan of horror movies, in fact he loved them and all their genres but the image he saw on Violet shocked him, it was worse than the images he saw in films.
-Maybe I am hallucinating – Jimin talked to himself – It would be better if I finish the ritual before midnight.
It was not the first time Jimin did a voodoo ritual, he used that practice to earn some extra money. He started playing Ouija with his friends until he started doing it by himself. He liked playing with ghost, spirits, demons or whatever they were. The feeling of being chased and scared made him feel alive. What came next were the invocation games; names like Baby Blue, Bloody Mary, Hitori Kakurembo and even the ridiculous Charly Charly figured out in his list. But what it finally caught his attention was voodoo, he was so into it that people began to identify him. Although it was not a good idea at all, once people started knowing him it was very hard for him to let it go.
Jimin put an old brown briefcase above his bed, it contained a lot of devices like needles, black thick threads, and little bottles with people's hair, nails, blood and many other stuff. He placed a doll in the middle of a desk, at first sight it looked like a common one with little button eyes, a large red smile and a tiny heart down its chest. He enjoyed the silence of his room one last time before starting the ritual, the timed drip emerging from his sink created a calm atmosphere around him. He managed to ignore the awful sound of the branches crashing against the thick glass of the window. It was time to start the ritual.
With a sharp knife, Jimin opened the doll's stomach, grabbed three thin hairs from the jar and placed them carefully inside of it. With a precise pulse he added some drops of blood over the doll. The first one landed directly into its head, right between the eyes; the second one landed into the cotton filling and the last one went directly into its heart. After the doll was sewed again, Jimin grabbed one big needle and started to cover slowly all of its body.
-John Cartz... That's your name right? – Jimin whispered quietly over its face – Tonight you are going to be mine, no matter how much you scream or beg nobody will help you.
He stabbed the doll's body a couple times, six times in the head, six times in its stomach and the last six in its heart. He continued stabbing strongly, the sound of his bed cracking and crunching with force became stronger until he finally collapsed. Jimin's nose was bleeding, a bunch of tears fell through his eyes and his body was completely paralyzed. The only thing he could think of was death and he was totally afraid to die. His lungs stopped working, his vision got worse within each second and his thoughts were incoherent. Jimin spent five minutes like that until his body finally responded; the first thing that came out of his mouth was a loud scream.
-Hello, Jimin – a deep voice spoke from one of the dark spots of his room.
-Who... who... - Jimin tried to talk but nothing came out of his mouth.
Jimin's eyes were wide open, his pupils moved fast and big drops of sweat started to cover his face. A naked body walked across the room, his shoulders were broad, covered with red and purple spots, and his face was the most terrifying thing he had ever saw. That human-like creature had two rows of sharp teeth, his hands were big claws and his way of walking was unsure, as if it was the first time he was doing it.
-Come here and play, Jimin. Didn't you said we would have a good time? – His horrid laugh overwhelmed him. In a sudden move, that creature jumped over him, pressing his lower and upper limbs, he licked Jimin's face slowly, tasting his sweat – I love the taste of your fear, you'll be a good sacrifice for our lord.
The door of his bedroom opened slowly, and six hooded people entered without hesitation. They gathered around him while one of them started to talk in an old language. The one who was talking showed Jimin a big knife and continued taking off the hood. Jimin's face contracted when he saw him, how could he forgot that wretched smile. Yoongi got closer, he touched his arm and received complaints in exchange. His servants tied him and he positioned over him, scrubbing his naked body.
-Why!? – His face, covered with fluids, looked gross.
-The only thing we needed was him – he pointed to the human-like creature – in order to revive our lord. Your blood will serve as nourishment for him, your job here is done.
Yoongi licked Jimin's tears while his body convulsed, his eyes started closing and a bright light appeared in front of him.
