Dealings With The Devil

Chapter Three: Staling

I shoved a donut in my face, savoring the taste. A tap came to my shoulder, and I turned to find lips catching the remainder of my donut. "Lindell!" I yelled. She laughed, mouth full of chocolate. "Sorry boo. I had too." She gave me a goofy smile. "You're lucky I love you." She placed her head on my shoulder, looking up at me. "Enough to give me another donut?"

I reached over, grabbing one. I dangled it in her face, her tongue reaching up for it. I dropped it into my mouth, shutting my teeth on it. "Nooooooo!" She whined. I smiled, bopping her nose. "Sorry boo. I had too." I mocked. Lindell pouted, her lip jutted out. Despite her being 23, she was my best friend. Weird right?

"So. Going to question?" She asked. I nodded. "Yeah. We'll see how much we can get out of him." I walked to ten questioning room, and opened the silver door. The inside had blank, white walls with a huge glass window at the back. A sliver table was in the middle, along with two metal chairs. One had a handcuffed Lucas Gonzales, and the other was empty, a seat for me.

I sat down, looking up at the man. I opened the vanilla folder, calmly taking out photos of dead bodies. I placed them out one by one, Lucas's eyes never leaving me. "52 different murders, that we know of. 26 of them died of unknown causes, such as heart attacks, organ failure, or even the brain going dead." I pointed to the group of 26 photos, all who looked like they died the lucky way. "And these," I pointed to the other group of 26 photos, "were murder."

I picked up a photo of a man's organs flowing out of him, some still on the inside. "Gutting. Car accidents. Stabbed to death. Even some had committed suicide, claiming that the Devil wouldn't be happy. That he's coming for them." I picked up photo after photo, Lucas's face blank the entire time.

"All of these murders were linked. They were all part of drug groups, the Cartel, Mafia, gangs, ISIS. All of them were in illegal affairs." He seemed unfazed. "And your point Officer?" He calmly asked. I pointed to the photo of a man laying face down, a pool of his own blood surrounding him. "Look at this." Tapping the picture, there was a man in the corner, who looked just like Lucas.

Lucas just shrugged, as if it didn't concern him.

"Officer, if you could enlighten me as to why I'm here, I'd appreciate it." I gave him a smile. "Of course." I folded my hands over each other. "You were seen at the scene of a murder. You walked straight past a dead body, and you didn't call the police. You acted as if you see it everyday.

You assaulted me, an FBI agent, which is illegal. It leads to one to two years in jail. And, looking at your file," I threw it at him, "you have some pretty bad situations going on. Such as drug dealing. And...oh!" I pulled out a paper that fell out. "Attempted murder! More than once!" He just sat, as if he was looking for something to be worried about.

"Officer, I didn't do anything wrong." I laughed. "Didn't do anything wrong my ass." He still had the stupid look on his face. What the hell is wrong with this idiot? "Alright. I'll play along." Standing, I gathered the photos, and placed it at my spot. I walked around him, to his back. I placed my hands on his toned shoulders. Damn. He really was fit.

"Picture this Lucas."

I moved my fingers, massaging his shoulders. "A mysterious string of murders happen. No agent can solve it, so they all transfer to a new case." He showed no sign of reaction. Keep going, Ashlyn. "So when it lands on a new FBI's desk, whose solved the supposedly 'impossible' cases, they're determined to solve it.

When they see a man in the photo walking by a dead body without doing anything about it, of course they're going to be looking for that man. So, they have the man. And he isn't complying very well. The only option would be to threaten them. But this man isn't fazed by threats." I dug my fingers into his shoulders a little more. "Now, they don't know what to do.

But, the man has a girl that he really cares about. And let's say, that the officer takes that girl, and puts a gun to her head. If the man tells the agent what they want, then they won't kill her. If they don't..." I leaned down, my mouth at his ear. The stubble on his face scratched my own, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders extremely deep. "Then the girl gets a bullet in her skull."

He winced from the pain.

"So will the man tell the agent what she wants to know? Or will she have to kill the poor girl?" Lucas sat there, still, his eyes straight ahead. After a minute of silence, he opened his mouth. "I don't have any idea what you're talking about." His voice was husky and deep. Then, suddenly, he whipped his head around, hitting my cheek bone with it.

I stumbled back, touching my cheek that was no doubt red. "It's a shame you'll have to look for another person to interrogate, because I'm not the right one." Anger boiled in my blood, a fire set in my spirt. I grab his neck, pulling my gun out, placing it to his head. "I could shoot you right now."

"I call your bluff."

"Don't tempt me, Gonzales."

We stared at each other, and his eyes seemed to swirl like smoke was in them. They melted from a deep, dark brown to coal black. Blinking, I was shocked. As I looked into them, a sequence of photos came into my head. It was Lucas, but he was dressed in white. A bright light was next to him. It was as if I was spectating in a different world.

Lucas turned to the light, as if it was talking to him. When he turned, a pair of pure white wings was placed on his back. It then changed. To war. Lucas was there, fighting against others with wings. Blood covered the what looked like used to be white marble flooring. Everywhere I turned, I saw death. It then changed to Lucas being held up into the air by the light. His wings were then cut off by it.

He was then thrown off, into a reddish Hell color. Many others fell, turning into demonic looking beings. Lucas turned into a red monster with coal black eyes. Horns grew from his head, a pointed tail sprouting from his back. He looked up into the sky, and screamed.

I fell backwards into the wall, falling to the ground. Lucas was sitting in the chair, staring at me with the pure black eyes. Then, as soon as they came, they switched back to the dark brown they were before. "What the hell was that?!" I screeched. He cocked his head. "Was what?" I blinked. You've gone crazy. Nodding at the idea, I stood, brushing myself off. "Never mind." I mumbled.

Getting the folder, I walked to the door. As I placed my hand on the handle, a voice spoke up. "Officer." I turned, Lucas sitting calmly. His eyes looked into mine. "You are nineteen." I stood, confused. His eyes suddenly turned black once more, and a smile spread across his face. "We'll be having lots of fun. I can see it now."

I glared at him. "Like hell we will, psycho." I jerked open the door, walking through. It shut behind me, and I leaned against the wall outside the room. Looking up into the monitor that showed Lucas, he was looking right at it. His perfect features were displayed in the light, his dark hair still slicked back. He lifted his hand...

And waved.