I struck a bargain with the winter man.
“I agree. I have no choice. It calls to me. Compels me.”
“You should not be here. It’s too strong for you. I hate to see this kind of thing happen to a good man like you, but, there you are.”
“So once I do it…”
“That’s right. You get what you came for.”
I had a hard, difficult, terrible job to do. So I stalked my prey, quietly and efficiently, like I’ve done many times before.
He was a gambling man, but he was unlucky. Obviously, or else he wouldn’t have me to contend with. Though, if things went well, he would never know of me, of my kind. I walked in his footsteps, unbeknownst to him.
He window-shopped with his woman – whether she was a mistress, a daughter, a wife, a girlfriend, I did not know, and did not care. My skills were such that she would discover his body, but never know of my existence.
I changed disguises 7 times during my tracking of this man. Eventually, as expected, he entered a nondescript door in a nondescript and unlit doorway, woman in tow. And I entered the same door, slipping by the guard with ease. The breath powder helped, of course.
I waited patiently at the door, having taken the place of the doorman for the time being. Eventually, the target had to relieve himself. I went in behind, using more powder, and finished the job with some pills that he was known to have prescriptions for. It would officially be a suicide. Just as I expected.
I went back to the winter man.
“I’ve done it. Just like I always do. It’s in my blood. I can never recover, never break away. I must always do what is necessary to get what I want, to satisfy my addiction, to be a slave to that which compels me.”
“You are indeed a slave. But you are a useful one. Here is the prize you seek. I will not say goodbye, because I know you will return soon enough.”
The man handed me the one thing that I needed, that I craved. The one thing I could not resist. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for it.
The chocolatey goodness, the vanilla cold sweet creaminess of the Klondike bar was the beginning of my madness.