Deliver Us To Evil, Forever And Ever (or until you've paid for your sins)

The headlights burnt into my eyes. I blinked. This road to nowhere was clearly a road to somewhere, but, I wasn't going further. 

The silhouette of the driver permeated that sense without even moving. 

The lights flashed, then he was next to me, standing as I was. My brief doppelganger. My imitator. 

He turned his head. 

I saw who he really was. His skin scarred, his deadpan expression enticing me to stare, not out of intrigue or rudeness, I was being forced. He wanted me to know him. This man had not one ounce of empathy, not one glimmer of hope in his body.

"You have the package?' he said.

He snatched it impatiently, opened it and sniffed, long and deep, his eyes closing like a cocaine addict on a high. He held onto that breath before exhaling in satisfaction. 

'Did they resist? It felt like they resisted.'

'They put up a fight but...' I bowed my head.

He leaned in. Close enough to realise there was no breath. Close enough to see through his opaque skin. 

'Don't ever look regretful in front of me.'

He grasped my wrist forcefully, wrenching my arm straight, etched a line deep into my skin. 

I grimaced.

He pushed. 

I fell.

I woke with a start in my van. It was daytime in my Hometown. I got out, headed to the nearest house and knocked. 

'Delivery. Sign here', I said to the owner holding out a clipboard.

'Odd tattoo', he frowned, looking at my forearm with a single perfectly drawn line on it.

'It's a tally.' I replied. 'It's not finished yet.'

He shrugged looking at me, suddenly realising he couldn't avert his gaze.

'But it will be.'

I stepped into the house as he backed away, closing the door behind me. 

For @microcosmsfic prompt.

Delivery driver/ Another time/Horror