Dance With the Devil {An Ian Hecox Fanfiction}

Dance With the Devil {An Ian Hecox Fanfiction}

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Alice Goldmont, a 18 year old girl who is working as a detective and she was about to retire. But before she does, her co-workers invited her to a party just for her retirement. When it was midnight she summoned something without even knowing. She summoned a evil, dark, devious devil. The next day it was the party and as she went in she glanced at the man in the black and red tuxedo. Something felt odd, he always watched her every move, watched the way she talks, and watches what she does every minute. By then he came up to her and asked to dance. While dancing, she heard people screaming in pain and burning. As she wanted to leave she saw everything turn to fire and she knew that there was something new to discuss to her boss before he die too. But something was always on her mind. That man she danced with, he looked really handsome. She felt like she fell in love with him in seconds.
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I sat shaking in the cold, glass box I have spent most my life in. As a child, I would be thrown in here whenever I disobeyed orders or whenever I complained of my head throbbing like the sound of a hammer smashing a wall. As I grew up, I spent more and more time in here learning the lessons - that were close to impossible to figure out - that would cause the walls to dissolve and set myself free. "Maybe if I help you learn your lesson, you can join me at the dance?" He calls out of the darkness once again, my body growing in anticipation to see his face but still he remained hidden. "You might be here for some time then." I sighed and rubbed my arms with a chill, catching some of my wounds that were still healing. I had the urge to scratch at my skin again but I held myself back. "Is that a yes to the dance?" He laughed causing me to laugh again, I took a step back from the glass and into the bright light of the box, that didn't seem to make a difference to the outside. "Well, I am dressed for it and you would be helping me....how could I say no?" I asked rhetorically and I felt a brief movement from behind my see through prison. "Shall I help you learn your lesson then?" A playful tone echoed out towards me and I tilted my head, holding back a smile. I nodded, I had guessed he could see me and by the small sigh of content I had been correct. "Or I could do this?" Before my eyes had caught up to the shift in the dust particles, a man stood behind the glass, now clearly visible to me. His dark hair fell over his eyes, high cheekbones pushed his eyes into slits as he smiled at me and not a flaw on his skin. Dressed in a black suit and tie with a grey shirt, his finger reached up to the glass. He touched it for half a second and it dissolved beneath his pressure and my eyes widened in shock. "Now may I escort you to the dance."

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