Turning Saints To Sinners

Chapter 23: Do We Have A Deal?

Adam stood there in the dead of night. He knew exactly where the old railway was, considering Mary was Greendale's unofficial historian. Mary had rambled on about the place, especially the dreadfulness of being there. It's said that if you go there at 12:00 am, you'll never be seen from again. This scared Adam. He didn't know the man or where he had come from. Adam lived in Greendale for many years and has never seen the man before. The vampiric looking man gave Adam the shivers. He had no clue what he wanted or who he wanted. 

Adam had a clue that the man knew Ms. Spellman. Maybe that's why he was there? For Ms. Spellman...and not Mary. 

He stood under the dim street light, that was surrounded by moths, as he waited for the unknown man. 

Adam looked down the long forgotten railway and a figure stepped into few. Him. He was here. Adam didn't know for how long but he was here. Possibly watching Adam for awhile. But how could he see in the dark? Adam thought of the wilting flowers. He wasn't human, well not entirely. 

The man turned to him and started coming closer. A lump formed in Adam's throat as the man's shadow grew larger. He could now see the top hat the man wore and the cane. 

"Mr. Masters. You made it." Adam nodded, unsure of what to say. 
"I'm glad. Not many would come to a place like this...at this hour." 

"What do you want?" Adam didn't want to be rude but the man terrified him and he wanted this over as soon as possible. 

Faustus' white, sharp teeth sparkled even in the dim light. 
"Tell me, Mr. Masters, do you know Ms. Spellman?" Adam shook his head. 

"Not really. I only know rumors." Faustus frowned. 

"Rumors? What is a good Christian man like you listening to rumors?" Adam hesitated. 

"Talk of the town. Everyone knows the Spellmans. The only time you go there is if you've lost a loved one. Even then I wouldn't." 

"Because of the rumors?" Faustus' tone was mocking. 
Adam hesitated again but nodded. 
They walked along the railway together. 

"Tell me then, do you want to get rid of Ms. Spellman?" Adam, again, hesitated. 

"How do you mean? As in get. rid. of her?" Faustus shrugged. 

"No. But I wouldn't mind getting rid of Mary Wardwell. But it seems you are still in love with her. So that won't do, will it? Considering we are now partners." Adam stopped. 

"Partners?" 

"Yes. You don't like their relationship and neither do I." Adam looked at the man. And really looked at him. 

"Who are you?" 

"I'm a man of great power, Mr. Masters. I can make all your wildest nightmares come true. I'm the devil's right hand. And you are mine." 
Adam thought about it. This man had to have a plan. Adam didn't want to hurt anybody but Ms. Spellman wasn't of any importance to him. 

"Is Ms. Spellman of any importance to you?" Faustus thought for a moment. 

"A long time ago...and I mean, I very very long time ago, I asked her brother if I could marry her. He banned it. Refused to let his sister marry me. Ms. Spellman didn't care either, even though she always had had her eye for me. The Spellman woman is a slut, Mr. Masters. She doesn't stick around long. You don't want Mary getting hurt, then work with me. Be my partner. We can put an end to that relationship of theirs, hm?" Without looking at him, Faustus gave him his hand. "Do we have a deal?" 

Adam smiled and took it. 
"Deal."