Thoughts and Questions

Alan slammed the door unintentionally as he came into the apartment, his emotions having propelled him at full force since leaving the bus.

The sound caused his sister Selena to look over from the couch “Jeeze, could you have been any more obnoxious getting in” Her voice was irritated before noticing his stark white face “Alan are you alright?”

“Yeah no sorry, just wasn’t thinking and rushing to get home it’s fine.” What else could he say? “Sorry just had an encounter with a devil offering me mystical powers”? She’d have him committed

She put down her food and came over putting the back of her hand to his head “You sick? You’re like hella white.”

“Blame genetics for that” Alan tried to smile looking at his sister

Both of them were pale and you could tell they were related, the red hair and freckles were a dead give away. But while Alan looked like a former swimmer with an undercut who had recently discovered fast food, his sister had long hair and had managed to keep her track physique going from high school. Alan wasn’t fat but no one would be mistaking him for in shape these days

“Yeah well,” she said removing her hand “maybe call it in early tonight”

“Yeah I was thinking of that, oh but it’s trash night,” He said moving over to the bins

She slapped his hand and pointed to his room “I’ll take care of it, get to bed, you're not getting me sick!”

“Yeah yeah..you got it Sel” Alan dropped his bag on a chair and then entered his room, collapsing onto the bed

He kept rerunning the conversation he had had with the devil in his head. Power to influence people? He had to admit it sounded…tempting, but also certainly evil right? Robbing people of their free will was the worst thing you could do wasn’t it?

But was it really robbing it if he was only steering it slightly? Like at work, he could avoid so many loops in conversations just if he could get people to listen to him sooner. The result would be the same, he would just be speeding it up right?

He sat up and slapped his cheeks with both hands. “No! It’s still wrong…”

He exhaled bringing his hands to his lap. The person who gave him this was a literal devil, there was no way it could be good.

“It’s settled, just ignore it, it never happened” He leaned back and resolved as his head hit the pillow that if this hallucination truly had happened he would never use that demon’s gift.