Deception

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He sits down and has no expression on his face. I look at Rob and I raise my eyebrow. I turn my head to him and then I turn my head back to my food.

" What're you in for?" I ask.

" Beating asses that needed to be beaten." He says.

" Oh... why did you have to beat'em?"

" They messed with my gang."

" Little stereotypical don't you think?"

Rob chuckles to himself.

" Why you laughing punk?" He asks aggressively.

He just sits there and stops chuckling. He doesn't respond and I can see the guy get mad. He slams his fist onto the table and Rob just stays quiet. I silently break off the edge of the plastic fork and I stand it up with the point facing towards his hand when he raises his hand off of the table. Rob takes a glance at what I've done and he nods slightly at me. He giggles, and then the guy next to me stands up and slams his fist down onto the plastic and it cuts into his hand. He shouts in pain and looks straight at me.

" You motherfucker!" He yells.

" Launguage!" I say.

He punches me in the face and the pain feels numbing, but I can still feel the pain. He then slams my head into the table and into my plate. Rob stands up and tries to defend me but he's smacked away. He takes his fist and continues to punch me until all I can see is a black void. He then puts his hands on my stomach and chest, and lifts me above his head. He throws me to the ground and I can feel my neck crack. I wake up in some kind of building, but it's snowing inside. I push myself up and walk past a couple doors that are rumbling with screams. I finally meet someone sitting on a throne, but his face is shadowed and he holds a champagne glass in his right hand.

" Where am I?" I ask.

" You're in hell my lightly bearded friend." He says in a British accent.

" Why is it so, snowy?"

" It's whatever you imagine it to be, if you imagined it to be a land full of ponies, you would see horses sprinting around the place, but most people never see the outside. I've brought you out here for one purpose." He continues.

" For what."

" I want to make a deal."

" I assumed."

" I need you to kill some people for me, and in turn I'll give you the abilities to do so, and... you'll live again."

I ponder for a moment. If he wants me to kill someone, that means that they mean something. If I have to kill him to save myself.... Then I'll do it.

" Who first?"

" You just met him, Rob. he's escaped me before and I need him back."

" What are you gonna give me to do it?"

" You'll be able to create matter out of nothing."

" Wait, I can make whatever I want."

" With just a thought."

" That sounds pretty badass."

" Indeed, and you'll have enhanced reflexes and the old run of the mill enhanced strength and speed etc."

" Nice, but... why'd you pick me?"

" Your life was let's be fair, pretty garbage, so I have given you a purpose, serving me."

" What a noble purpose, serving the devil."

" Noble for me."

" Is there any special stuff I need for this?"

" Actually, yes. You need training, the best training. Maze, come here."

I thin but muscular woman walks in with two curved knives held in a reverse grip. She stands in front of the throne and stares me down. One half of her face is beautiful. Her skin is caramel colored and her lips are glowing red. The other half is white and her lips are a darker red. Her hair is black and lays to her shoulders and she grins a devious smile.

" Kill him until he learns how to not be killed."

She starts to walk toward me. She raises her knife.

" WAIT A MINUTE " I scream.

She doesn't listen and she jumps to me, planting her knife deep into my chest, and then ripping down. The world goes black and then I reawaken in front of the stairs that come before the building. I hear her steps and I brace myself, putting my arms in front of my face. I see her through the space between my arms. She jumps from the top of the staircase and plants a different, much longer knife into my stomach. This happens multiple times over and lasts for more than a day. I occasionally get a hit in but I never win.

" I don't think this is gonna work." I say to her.

" Yeah, me neither." She says.

" You should probably train me and not kill me."

" Yeah, maybe. Lucifer!" She yells.

" What Maze?" He responds.

" This isn't gonna work."

" Why?"

" Because he's clearly not gonna learn."

" Well, what do you suggest?"

" What if I actually trained him like normal."

" Interesting, maybe. Try it."

She walks me to a room, and she opens the door to reveal a dojo. Weapons on the wall and robes placed on hooks for wearing or cleaning. She walks in and takes up a black robe. She puts it on over her tank top and leather pants. She looks at me whilst I walk into the the dojo. She grabs a grey robe to me and I catch it.

" You ready?"