[ WP ] Upon turning 13 1 % of the worlds population have the name of their soul mate appear on their hand . They can then choose whether or not to seek them out .

`` Please!'' I shouted at the bouncer. `` Please let me through the door! You do n't understand- Michael and I are soul mates!'' 
 
 `` You're telling me that you're soul mates with Michael Ferris, one of the most famous musicians of the century? Rightttt, and I'm the queen of England. Get your ass out of here before I throw you out of here.'' He replied gruffly. 
 
 `` No please wait. Look at my hand! See his name?'' The scar was as bright as ever, as bright as it had been since I turned 13. 
 
 `` Give me a knife and I'll write my name on your face. Then you can come see me backstage any time you want girl.'' 
 
 I shuddered. All I wanted was to meet him and see if the rumors were true, if your soul mate's name really could appear on your hand. Some said it happened at thirteen, others said it would happen on your death bed. Some said if you did n't find your soul mate, your soul would never rest in this life. Some even said that when your soul mate died, you would die, but I preferred the rumor that when your soul mate died their name would just disappear from your hand forever. I did n't want to die just because a stranger did. 
 
 Michael Ferris had been a common name. I had tracked down three others with no luck. One was an obese loser living with his parents, one was an octogenarian, and one was in a wheelchair. Losers. I knew I deserved someone better, so when I saw this Michael's name on the news I knew he would be the one. But now this stupid bouncer was standing in the way of my destiny. 
 
 `` I'll give you one more chance. Step aside before I make you.'' I said in my most threatening voice possible. 
 
 `` I'd like to see you try.'' He laughed. 
 
 I gripped the gun in my purse. I was hoping it would n't have to come to this, but I had been prepared. What's one life in the grand scheme of things? Especially one life that was standing in the way of my destiny. I exhaled slowly, drew the gun out of my purse slowly, and leveled it at his head. 
 
 `` Woah, woah, there's no need to shoot anyone,'' He started. `` Please just put the gun away and I'll make sure you get to see Michael.'' 
 
 `` Probably from behind prison bars.'' 
 
 `` Please just give me one second. I'll knock and see if he comes to the door.'' 
 
 `` Too late.'' I replied as I pulled the trigger. 
 
 The bang was louder than I expected, loud enough I knew to bring security here quickly. I had to act fast. I ran to the door and threw it open, finding Michael cowering inside. 
 
 `` Please whatever you want you can have! I'll give you money, I'll buy you anything you want, just do n't hurt me!'' he shouted from the corner. 
 
 `` Shh baby it's ok now. I do n't want your money. I just want us to live happily ever after. We were meant to be together. We're soul mates.'' I said as I held out my hand. `` See? Your name is carved into my hand. We are bound, flesh to flesh.'' 
 
 His eyes widened as he looked between each of my hands. Why did he look so confused? I glanced down. On my right hand where his name used to be, there was nothing. What! His name was right there a minute ago. It had always been there. It would always be there. 
 
 `` You killed Michael,'' he moaned. `` Please I'll give you whatever you want just do n't kill me too.'' 
 
 `` I killed who?'' I asked, with trepidation in my heart. 
 
 `` You killed my bouncer. You killed Michael Ferris.''
