Torn

Ch. 13 Deal

Alastor's POV

That did me some good. I look around at the carnage I created. When I appeared in Hell, I grabbed the closest demon to me, tore him in half, and then ate him. This caused demons to start running in fear away from me. Oh, the chase was fun, too.

Feeling more like myself, I start walking towards my home, humming a little tune.

"Well, you sure did leave a mess." a low static voice says behind me.

I turn to see a demon in a blue suit with a TV for a head, Vox.

I shrug.

"Who cares. It's Hell. Plus, it's the food chain down here. Less powerful demons will enjoy my mess."

"You seem to be in a good mood. Have you reconsidered my offer?" Vox asks curiously.

"The one to join your team," I say in an amused tone.

Vox nods.

"Of course not! My first answer was my only answer,"I say This time in a serious voice.

I turn and start walking away when some electricity goes by ear and singed my hair.

I turn around, going into my more frightening demon form. I am emitting lots of loud radio static.

"That's bad form to attack your enemy while their back is turned," I say with so much static it was hard to understand what I said.

I tap my cane on the ground, and my tentacles appear. The tentacles lunge at Vox, trying to grab him. Vox's wires appear from behind his back. He moves like a spider to dodge my tentacles.

"You are having such a tantrum for me saying no to your offer," I spat at him.

"Several years ago, you and I were considering teaming up. We would have been unstoppable," Vox yells out angrily.

"That was before you teamed up with that no count moth demon. I have standards on how I treat those souls I own. The way he abuses the souls he owns turns my stomach. I would never consider being a business partner with someone like that," I say has I dodge his wires.

"Oh, I think you're just jealous of what my souls do for me. If you team up with us, you can join in on the fun to," Valentino says as in flies in firing his guns at me.

"I have no interest, thank you very much," I say as I send my tentacles at him.

The battle lasts for an hour. I hold my own even with fighting the two of them. I know it's Hell, but there should be some decorum when in battle. Finally, I feel myself losing strength. I take several bad hits. They broke decorum of two against one so I don't care if I do. I teleport away but I am so weak that I can only go two blocks away.

"Look around! He has to be near by the coward. He looked like he was badly injured," Vox shouts.

I am hiding in an alley way, barely keeping conscious. This is it. There is no way out of this.

I hear someone approaching me. I close my eyes excepting my fate.

"Do you want to live?" a voice asks.

It's not Vox or Valentino. I can't tell if it is male or female. I decide to take a chance.

"Yes," my voice barely a whisper.

"Then let's make a soul deal. I will get you out of this situation, get you healed up, give you some place for you to rest, and to regain your powers. In return you will have to be at my beck and call until I say otherwise."

How did it come to this. The great Alastor having to make a deal to save his skin. I have no other choice.

"Deal," I say as raise my right hand.

The unknown deal maker grabs my hand. A white light surrounds our hands. I feel the collar go around my neck. The next thing I know is I am being teleported somewhere. I barely registered that I am on a bed. Someone puts their hand on my forehead and I feel a small tangling sensation. I feel a little better then I go unconscious.

I wake up feeling groggy. I open my eyes by my vision is blurry. I stay lying down until my vision clears. I state to sit up but only to meet with pain. I look down at my chest and see where my wounds were batched up. There are bruises all over my body. I reach up to my head and my head is wrapped in bandages as well.

I look around the room I am in. It's not a hospital room. There are paintings of different landscapes, the curtains are dark red, and the walls are cream color. The bed is a four post king-size bed. On my right is a nightstand that has medical supplies on it.

I try to sit up again but end up laying back down because a wave of dizziness. I, too, weak to do anything else. I lay my head back down and go to sleep.

When I wake up again, I feel someone changing my bandages. I open my eyes and turn my head to the right. I can't believe who I see.

"Niffty. What are you doing here?" I ask her.

"Oh, Alastor. You are awake. I am taking care of you," she replies.

"Where are we?"

"I don't know. All I know is that I was cleaning your house then I am teleported here. You were on the bed barely alive but stable. There were medical supplies and instructions on how to help you."

"How long was I out for?" I ask.

"It's hard to tell time here but I would guess maybe 3 months."

3 months! I have been out of it for 3 months!

I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I am happy to see I have shorts on.

"Alastor, I am not sure if you should try to stand yet," Nuffy says in a concerned voice.

I try to stand but I am too weak. I get back in bed.

"You need to get your strength back up. Do you want something to eat?"

"Yes."

"Ok. Whoever stocks the refrigerator puts venison in there for you. I will go cook you some."

"Thank you, Nuffy."

It's another month before I am strong enough to walk around my room.

Another month before I can explore the house. Or should I say prison.

I discover there is no way out. There is door to a garden but it has a cage around it. I found a game room, library, and entertainment room. The kitchen is huge and is always fully stocked with food. Whoever is keeping us here does go to the trouble of stocking our favorite foods. The library has just about any title I can think of to read.

In the 8th month, I try to use my powers. I can summon my shadows and tentacles but it takes a lot of my strength. I try to teleport to Hell but I can not find a connection. I try to teleport to the living world. I do find my connection through Abigail but I am still too weak to fully teleport. I don't know who my captor is but they were able to cut me off from Hell. My guess is that they didn't know I could travel to the living world to cut that connection.

By the 12th month, I am starting to get stir crazy. I am tired of reading. I do try to watch TV with Nuffy but I can only handle small amounts of that. I have played so many games of pool by myself that I have learned how to make the most difficult shots. One day I leave a note on the refrigerator saying I need something new.

To my surprise our host provides something entertaining. The outside area is expended to include a forest with game. A hunting rifle is all so provided.

I decide to try to see if I could teleport to the living world. I feel my magic is strong enough for travel. Yes! I can get out of here for a while. I snap my fingers and go to the living world.