Devil's Contract

4

Rainy days can be something a person cherishes.

The water falling on one could also be considered refreshing.

But not when the droplets land in the middle of your eye the second you wake up. The aesthetic of rain in your mind breaks into a miserable reality when the house you're in is in shambles.

Sitting up on the stone-hard mattress, my blanket rubbed on me with a straw-like texture. Looking around I already spotted two no- three leaks on the roof: the first one located right on top of where I slept, the second being in the middle of the room, the third one dripping onto a table full of paper.

The more I observed, the worse the room looked. The beige walls were peeling off, one small window across the room with cracks on it, a half-assed chimney with water coming out of it. The whole floor was wet at this point.

Everything looked dull and dead unless you counted the mushroom growing on the broom in one corner. There was no equipment other than a plate and some utensils near the chimney.

Lightning struck once I set my foot on the floor, the whole room lit up purple for a mere second before raining harder than before.

The scent of rain would be reasonable when breathing in yet I kept sniffing up something burnt. The smell of something burning getting stronger and stronger until the window shattered into a million pieces. I watched the grand entrance of a peach haired boy flying into the room, slamming to the wall in front of me. The beige wall took more damage than the boy did, I almost felt bad for whoever owned this house.

I stood up and walked toward the boy in worry, his body looked unconscious while he was facing the floor.

Then he twitched, I flinched back in return.

Another twitch followed his head tilting up, a blood trailing down from his head.

"Don't worry civilian... I will protect you," He tried growling it out for some reason.

I stared at him as he continued to show me a smirk.

This man had cuts and injuries everywhere, a complete mess.

He jumped up in an attempt to stand, he was successful after two tries.

Peach hair then raised his sword up in the air, turned to the side and jumped out of the broken window while screaming his heart out. I had no idea what he was doing but I respect his dedication. I watched him through the window, running over in the distance before disappearing in the rain with his war cry. The only thing he left was the house in pieces and the burnt smell.

It was almost like someone played a rewind button, I looked away for one second from the window and I saw him running towards me screaming. Any normal person would feel threatened by a man running towards you with a huge sword, so did I. I paced myself to run away, turning around to reach the door.

However, sometimes what you try to get, you do not always achieve.

In arms reach was not a wooden door, but was air and water. My upper body was drenched and continued to be drenched.

And how? Because a giant lizard grabbed onto me and is now riding the winds.

I looked up at the sky, offering a smile to whoever was watching me from above.

I should've chosen hell.