Deal with a demon prolog

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Deal With a Demon

Book 1: The deal

….Who Are You?

Fire.

That’s all I can see right now.

Vibrant yet angry red and orange flames danced before my eyes. I should be trying to run, but I can’t. A Pitchfork has me pinned to a wall, sticking straight out of my chest. I believe it pierced both my heart and lungs, yet I can still see a little. Why is that when I should be dead?

…the brain stays alive for five minuets after death…

Where did I hear that again? I think it was some action flick.

“Let me go!”

Who said that?

In between the flickering flames, I could see Carla getting dragged away by Deadlok and Takedown; at least, that’s what I thought. The transformation that they took made them look like they weren’t human anymore. Deadlok went from fat and greasy to fat, green, and scaly; bullhorns protruded from his temples, his jaw stretched out, giving him an alligator like visage, complete with hundreds of sharp teeth. Takedown grew 2 inches taller, and his face resembled that of a gargoyle that you see guarding a catholic church. The normally short fingernails on his hands extended into sharp blue talons that match his scales. He had to keep an iron grip on her wrist as he dragged her along.

As she struggled to free herself form Takedown’s grip, cursing them, our eyes met (if I was still alive). Those soft, warm brown eyes which quelled my anger countless times, were now begging for help. They screamed ‘save me please’, or she did. It was impossible to tell. Deadlok whipped around and backhanded her, breaking our eye contact. He grabbed her by the cheeks and started screaming in her face. She retaliated by kicking him in him in the groin (another reason why I kept my anger under wraps around her. She has strong legs). Takedown watched his accomplice fall to the gravel road. He punched her in the jaw, and then whispered something in her ear. She became terrified, as he began to grin like a hyena. I knew that grin. I always hated it.

She tried to fight out of his grip even harder now, her voice pleading for forgiveness.
Takedown just laughed and threw her to the ground. Carla tried to crawl away, but he just walked up beside her and kicked her in the ribs. While she rolled around in pain, Takedown walked over to his fallen comrade. He pulled Deadlok up to his feet then whispered something in his ear.

Deadlok stood still and looked at Takedown. Then at Carla; his eyes began to light up like a child at Christmas time. He and Takedown walked back to where Carla was, still holding her stomach in pain. Deadlok ripped her hands away and pinned them to the ground, meanwhile Takedown began started chanted in an unknown language. Red chains appeared out of fissures in the ground that spread her legs apart and then bound them to the ground. He then used one of his claws to tear open her shirt.

Now I realized what they were planning, and now I noticed the shadows closing in.

I tried to summon the last of my strength, forcing myself to try and move to try and stop what I knew was going to happen. Nothing happened. All I could do now was watch as the toyed with her body.

Stop IT! I shouted (or seemed to shout) towards them, knowing that it wouldn’t help Carla, but then something weird happened. Takedown paused from playing with his victim, and made eye-contact with me, this time, I was sure of it. He smiled, revealing the seemingly endless rows of gleaming white teeth.

My gift to you on your trip to hell.

Takedown’s voice echoed clearly in my head. He turned around and pulled his zipper down on his pants. The darkness swallowed everything, leaving me with only that last scene constantly replaying in my head. NO! I shouted (thought, take it however you want to). I will not die here. I’m not gonna die here. I CAN’T DIE HERE! I have to fight. I’ll tear their arms off! I’ll do anything to kill them!

“That’s what they all say.”

This new voice caught me off-guard. It didn’t even sound human. Slow patience footsteps were all I could hear now. Out of the shadows, a figure materialized into view. The only parts I could see were his (I guess it was a he or a chick with a really deep voice, or a transvestite) red and black pants and shoes. Everything else became hazy. He now stood before me, a lit cigarette dangling in his left hand. He took a long drag off of it, and then exhaled. I guess he was examining me ‘cause we both said nothing.

“You look like shit kid,” he said, finally breaking the silence. “Dunno how you let those two work you over like that. Filthy little bastards if you ask me,” he spat. He took another long drag off the cigarette, reducing it to just the filter. Walking in the same pace he did before, he came and sat down beside me. “Then again,” he said, “you’re only a human. Those two aren’t anymore.” He started snickering. “Poor fucks, they don’t even know what they are doing to themselves.”

Who are you? I asked. He looked at me (I think) and sat quiet for a moment. He let out a short laugh (or a bark) and said, “Well, look at this,” he said with a smile on his voice. “I thought I was talking to the soul of a deaf person. Guess you’re a fighter.”

That didn’t answer my question, I responded with a hint of anger and annoyance in my voice (I give up on calling it thinking), who are you?

I guess he got the point, because right after I said that, he got up and stood in front of me again, but this time, he squatted down so that I could see his face clearly. He (this time I could confirm it was a he) looked human. An angel possibly?

“Make no mistake,” he said with a cold tone, “just because I look human, doesn’t mean I am. This face is only a mask so that way you don’t crap yourself while I’m talking to you. I am not as weak as you may think I am. I am stronger than you could ever imagine.” If I could, I think I would have swallowed. What are you? I asked, trying not to sound like I was afraid. He stared me dead in the eyes for a moment. Then he smiled.

“If you really must know,” he stated, and for the rest of my life, I will never forget his words.

“I am a DEMON.”