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Jeff Bezos was a billionaire, he was on top of the world and no one could reach him. He had squashed all his competitors and all those in his way, but lately couldn't help feel paranoid. Like someone was lurking in the shadows. Waiting.
Jeff was unsettled by this presence. It was haunting him... stalking him.
It wouldn't leave him alone.
For weeks all Jeff could think about was this thing that seemed to be after him. He wanted answers. This was distracting from his work, but where does one begin finding an invisible stalker?
That question plagued Jeff's mind until one random Tuesday afternoon, Jeff saw a young boy dressed in all black standing in his living room.
The boy couldn't be older than 12. He was fairly short, dressed in all black with a plague doctors mask over his face.
Jeff was shocked at this random child in his living room. He didn't quite know what to do.
"Hello?" He tried.
The boy turned slowly towards him, standing silently and still.
Watching.
Jeff stepped back slightly, but the boy's gaze refused to waver. Jeff pulled out a granola bar from his pocket and tossed it towards him. It landed on the ground by the boy's feet. "If you're hungry you can-"
The boy's mask lifted as a dark shadowy tendril shot out from under it, engulfing the snack. It retreated as quickly as it had appeared, and the boy still watched him. His head tilted to the side in curiosity.
Jeff backed away quicker. "Alright. How about I...go grab you another one." He took off out of the room and made a break for the door. He stopped in his tracks when he found the boy standing in his path. "Shit!."
He took off again, trying door after door, but each time the boy was already there, blocking him. Jeff ducked into a closest, catching his breath as he tried to figure out his next option.
He peeked out the closest. The coast was clear. As he stepped out to make another run, a hand reached out in front of him, holding a single granola bar. He screamed and jumped backwards, crashing into the closet. "AH! DEMON!"
The boy lowered his arm and tilted his head, almost as if conveying sadness. Then a quiet voice spoke. "We're sorry."
"What are you? I mean who are you?"
"I am The Plague, and I have been sent by death herself to fix my mistake." The boy, the Plague said so quietly Jeff almost didn't hear it.
Fear was all Jeff felt as he asked, "What mistake??"
"You were not meant to be here, your families bloodline should have been wiped out centuries ago. I have been sent to take your life to restore order amongst your world."
The boy reached out his hand and suddenly everything went dark for Bezos.
Then suddenly he was surrounded by flames.