Devil's Gift

The Start

"Save him, please, save him." The hooded figure that stands in front of my stay silent. "I'll give you anything! Just save him!" Tears threaten my eyes as I take one glance to my left.

"Anything?" The voice is male, deep and eerie, but not without a hint of amusement.

"Yes, anything." Acid from my stomach rises and burns the back of my throat as a hand appears from below the long dark cloak and pulls back the large leather hood. The clothing is covered in stitches and parts that are of a different material, like parts have been torn off and repaired with many different patches. Making it look like an old doll's unruly dress after to many years in the hands of a small child.

The man under the hood has pitch black, lightly curled hair and black eyes that have no whites or iris and are filled with something, something dark and old and almost, lonely. His cheekbones are high, pale and look as if there is only skin and bone, the skin pulled taught against his face and his thin, cracked lips are pulled upwards in a playful grin.

"How about that, then. Since you are so willing to give me anything, give me that." He point ms to my chest with a single finger. Although I can only see his hand and face, all him is covered in scars. Most are small and white, like snow flakes, but others are larger, deeper but, all of them are terrifying.

How did he manage to get to so many scars?

The question slips away from me as something warm starts to seep into my small white socks. I don't have to look to know what it is. Blood.

"What? What do you want? I'll give it to you, just save him!" Tears spill over my cheeks as I pull on the sleeves of my bloody sweater.

"Save who? That boy over there?" He takes his finger away from my chest and points to a crumpled body a less than three feet away, even more blood pooling around him.

My soulmate. My love. My everything. The reason why I summoned this thing here.

Dexter.

"Yes! Please save him!" My tears drip off of my chin and mix with the crimson blood below me. Making vile rise from my chest.

"Then give me your soul." His finger swings back to me and more tears fall to the ground.

"Okay. Take it." I don't care about the consequences. The only thing that matters is that I get to see him tomorrow, and day after, and the day after that. So I can graduate high school with him. So I can go to college with him. So we can move in together. So we can get married. So we can start a family. So we can retire. So get to grow old together. We have talked for hours about our future together. We are not going to lose it now. I'm not going to lose him now.

He snaps his fingers and an old scroll unrolls form his hand.

"Then sign here." His pearly white teeth show as his grin grows to an enthusiastic smile. He hands me the scroll and I place it on the table next to me.

"With what?" My voice breaks as I look around for a pen or marker or something. Anything to sign this paper.

"That." He points to my hand and inside is a quill with a gold tip and a long black feather. I look at it in astonishment as I bring it up to eye level.

Not questioning how it got there or how I'm going to write with no ink, I sign the paper and the thick black letters form under the tip like magic. The print it uneven and choppy but I got my name down. Kinda.

"Lucy Stone, nice name." He says after scanning my signature. Somehow, he read my chicken scratch.

"There, I signed it! Now save him!" Another snap of his fingers and the paper is gone along with the quill.

"Alright, leave, and tomorrow morning," he gestures to the body next to me, "this would have never happened." He smiled again before pulling his hood back up to cover his face and disappearing behind a cloud of black smoke that smelled like ash and fire.

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Here is the starter chapter. I really hope you read this and vote for it! Next one is coming soon.

-May