Money n weapons.

Pulling the little door open you find a long thin box jammed into the box that fills it completely. It takes a bit of doing to get it out, but you do without breaking a nail. Knocking some junk off of a dusty counter you swipe the area as clean as you can and set down the box. Pulling it open the first thing you see is a small stack of money. Quickly you count it and find it is $285 dollars in twenties and ones. “Ok.” You say thinking it is a rather odd amount, and set it down. Under the money you find something surprising, a white plastic card, as you pick it up however it changes before your eyes into an Illinois state drivers license with your name, which is apparently now Alex Hayden, picture, and other information you didn't even know. According to the card you are 20, your birthday being October 30th, the very day you changed. It also says you are 5'5” and 125lbs. You are listed as having blond hair and green eyes, but even in the picture you have pink hair. Looking down the box you see something unnerving, a small 9mm semi auto pistol, loaded by the look of it. The only other thing in the box are a pair of pieces of paper, both notes.

The first says, “The gun is to get you out of here. They are probably coming for you right now. The money is to get you a bus or something. The only thing that can't be traced in this box is the card, the magic that made it makes it so it can't be used to find you. Blue magic is the magic of man, but as men are assholes don't trust em, ya will live longer. All others colors of magic are of creatures, witches, or other evil sources. They will kill you the second they have you alone. Red magic if ya get lucky can sometimes be bargained with as they generally don't lie. Still evil as hell, just honest. If you deal with them watch what you say and watch your ass. Ya got 12 bullets in that gun, if you need it, use it, don't hesitate or you are dead. But don't keep the gun, it, and the money is tainted and can be traced. Especially the money, anything you buy with it will inherit the taint of our help. So what you need to do immediately is find a slot machine, best taint launderer in the world. Stuff in the cash, then cash out and get the fuck out of there. Remember ya got a day at best before they find you if you are still carrying all of this shit. Loose it all. Now as for the other piece of paper. It is a spell, you are one of the cursed so you can cast it, trust me. All you do is read it word for word, don't fuck up. What it does is make whatever the next thing you do, no matter how unlucky, work. Don't go so crazy that you draw attention to yourself, and once you use it run like a fucking horse. If anyone that can use magic is around they will see the casting and kill you for sure. Don't waste it either, if you cast the spell and place a bet on a horse it will win, but if you cast the spell, and place two bets, ya are fucked, the magic will unleash all kinds of shit to try to make both work, but the confusion usually makes both fail. Or if you cast it and jump, same thing, you will make the jump and loose the bet. Hope you have good luck, you'll need it. This was the best I could do. Now when you leave here don't look back, don't come back, just drive away, hell go wherever, just don't stay here, remember ya got one day, then you have to ditch everything you got from us. I made that mistake, thinking I was safe being teleported across the damned country, but you aren't the spells that brought you these things will bring the others. You can stop running eventually, but not now. Go they may already be here.”

“Umm, kinda scary.” You say holding the wad of cash and the license. “Why don't I have pockets.” You scoop up the money, note, and apparently the spell, in your left hand. Then simply stare at the gun not sure if you really want to pick it up. “Awe fuck.” You say and scoop it up into your right hand, and make your way out of the building. Looking around you are suddenly not sure which way to go to get back to the apartment. “Where am I going to go now?” You ask the air.

“I think you are going to die.” A raspy voice calls out from the darkness.