"Fate - The Darkest" by Kelsey Lynn Reed

The man sat in the bar, a cold spirit in his hand. His dark hair fell over his face, obscuring his eyes. A long black jacket covered him from his neck down to his knees, dark blue cargo pants taking care of the rest. His black boots were nothing special. The man didn't care as long as no one else knew his secrets. Every inch of his clothing was enforced with thin sheets of diamond that had been changed by the man's magic. Now the diamond shifted and changed shape just like the cotton cloth covering it. The protection was still there though. If the diamond-magic is hit by a certain amount of force it instantly returns to it's hardened state and deflects the attack. Although any normal human couldn't see it, the man wore more than just armor. A long straight sword was belted on his hip, a dagger on the opposite side, and an elegant bow was slung across his back. No one could see them, no one could touch them but the man himself for they were all completely hidden by his own magic. Only his brother and sister could match the man's magic and they were also the only other people who could see his weapons.

I have never understood why people don't listen when given a warning. Are they just that stupid or do they think that because they can invent anything to meet their needs that they are invincible?

The man knew that the world was becoming more and more advanced in terms of technology. To most people the weapons he carried would seem useless compared to a gun or the weapons the military used. Unfortunately the man really didn't care what people thought of him. He just had places to be and things to do.

"Hey," another man yelled. "You, over there. Where ya from?"

The man turned and looked at the person who was talking to him. The person's appearance didn't impress the man. His comfortable expression spoke of too many years in the bar for one who appeared so young.

"Nowhere you've ever heard of," the man replied. "What's your name?"

"Matt," the other man replied. ""What're you doin' here? We don't see many strangers around anymore."

"None of your business," the man replied. He took a sip of the spirit and looked at the liquid in disgust. He had never tasted such weak liquor before.

"It is my business," Matt drawled from across the room. "Ya see, I'm the owner of this place and if I don't like ya then I can throw you out."

"You don't want to even try," the man muttered. He was almost done with his drink and getting bored. "It won't end well for you. You would be better off just taking my money and leaving me alone."

Matt left his seat and walked around the bar to look into the man's eyes. He jumped back as if stung. The man smiled and shook his head slowly. He knew his deep purple eyes were strange to humans and this reaction was common.

If humans could ever do something somewhat intelligent I would be amazed. Of course, that would make things much more difficult for me. The stupider they are the easier they are to kill and I don't have to feel as guilty. I don't know why I feel guilt at all anymore. Perhaps it is because I can see their souls right before I kill them, right before they disappear into whatever world they're sent to next.

The man finished his drink and set the appropriate amount of money on the counter. As he stood up he slid his hand into his coat and pulled out his dagger. Matt was still watching him, clearly trying to decide what to say or do. Finally he acted.

"Look, man," Matt drawled as he blocked the man's only exit. "I dunno who you think you are but you should drop that attitude of yours or it's gonna get you killed."

"By you, perhaps?" The man took a step forward but Matt didn't move. "I'll fight you if I must but I warn you, it will not turn out well."

Matt looked to the men he had been sitting with earlier and smiled.

"You wanna fight?" Matt took out a gun and leveled it with the man's face. "Then let's fight."

The man sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Perhaps when you are lying on the ground and dying from the inside out you will feel like Fate has smiled on you," the man muttered. "Because you won't feel the pain, only the slow and creeping coldness of death."

Matt's eyes grew a little wider and the man saw his trigger finger twitch. The man gripped his dagger and summoned the magic he needed to make him faster than normal. He didn't need to use much magic, just enough to avoid the humans realizing that he had even moved an inch. Then he plunged the dagger into the man's chest with calculated coldness. He knew exactly what his dagger did. Each of his weapons had their own purpose. If a death was to be bloody then he would use his sword. If someone was to be shot then he would use his bow and arrows. If someone was to die of a closer-to-natural cause then he used his dagger. To the bystanders in the bar it looked like Matt was having a heart attack. In all actuality the man had stabbed Matt with a poisonous dagger that would accelerate Matt's imminent death. There would be no stab wound, nothing to show that he had been stabbed at all. The poison couldn't be detected by humans because it was one of the purest forms of magic in existence. Only three people had it; the man, his brother, and his sister.

The man watched Matt fall to the ground, gasping and clutching at his chest. The man waited until Matt looked up and met his eyes. Then he smiled and stepped around the dying man. As he walked through the door and out into the dark streets he returned his dagger to his belt. As he walked through the streets a light mist fell from the sky, soaking into his clothes. Then he saw the soul.

It's silvery shape passed him, showering the man with every memory Matt had ever had. The man closed his eyes and hardened his heart. Then the soul passed and dispersed, leaving this world and going towards another life. The man let out a heavy sigh and looked up at the black sky, wondering what his brother and sister were doing.

Some say that when Fate smiles on you it is your lucky day. I disagree. When Fate smiles on you it generally means you're going to die. I am very sure of this because it happens every day of my life. I can tell you these things because I understand Fate better than anyone else. I have known Fate longer than anyone else. My brother and sister are Chance and Destiny. I am Fate.