A New Me

My current one was getting a little too popular. I had just gotten comfortable with it too. Finally, it didn't take people calling my name two or three times because I didn't realize they were talking to me. Luckily, they just thought I was deaf or deep in thought. But now everyone knew my name, and I do mean everyone. That's what happens when your name is broadcasted in the evening news with the tagline "Wanted for Murder. Considered armed and dangerous. If seen, please call your local law enforcement or the FBI hot-line listed below. Do not confront or antagonize." They didn't have a photo yet, but they would soon. The fix for that was easy. A little shave and some dye and I'd be a "new" man. I also kept a stash of colored contacts for times like this. My name however, that would be harder to change. Not just on paper, but in my head. Once again, I would have to train my self to answer to a new name. One of these days, I am going to forget what name I started out with. Further more, the next time a strange body appears in my living room I will get rid of it and disappear immediately. No trying to figure out who it is or why they're dead. Once the body's gone, I'm gone.

Magic Butterflies

Devlyn chuckled softly to himself as the children giggled in delight. Behind him, he heard his friend Argus grumble something about "annoying brats." Devlyn had always been intrigued by human children; and not in a demented or perverted way, as some would assume. It was simply curiosity and amazement. They were so resilient. They were fascinated by the smallest of things, like the blue butterflies he was creating now. The magic was simple, but that didn't matter. The children stared at the magic butterflies, all wide eyed and amazed. A few chased them as they flew away; returning to as the magic and butterflies faded, begging him to create more. Even in the poorest of situations they were always full of hope, often seeing the best when an adult could not.