Could you make a deal with the Devil? Probably
not. Though the contract was sitting right in front of you, you still decided to
push it back to her. “I’m against this.”
“Are you sure?” The Devil said with a flame licked smile.
“I’m 100% sure,” You say back. The people in your line
clapped and cheered you on. The walls fell away, leaving you standing on a
register set in a much larger hanger.
Sitting in a chair holding a megaphone, was another
version o f you. The version of you winked, and then vanished into shimmering
dust. “Cut!” Someone yelled. A short man waddled towards you with a cigar in
one corner of his mouth and a sucker in the other corner.
“see, yar spose ta take de deal. It’s sorta the whole
pointa dealin’ wit the Devil. Wer makin’a movie, so itsa portant dat we catch
ya choosing ah deal.” The flicked his fingers, nd the walls leapt back into position.
“Ya got it? Make daedal.” The man smiled.
With one hand, he pointed a shiny gem into your face, and
you instantly forgot what had transpired. You rubbed your eyes, trying to get
your composure. You vaguely heard
someone breathing in front of you.
“Ahem,” you hear someone cough. Once you regain your
sight, you seethat the Devil is standing before you. She was offering you a
contract. Could you make a deal with the Devil? Probably not.
“I’m against this,” you say to the Devil.
“Are you sure?” She asked
“I’m 100% sure,” you say.
“I strongly suggest that you take the deal.”
You shake your head, and in one final glance, you catch a
glare from a silver gem. It hits you scare in the chest, and you begin to burn
away. “This one is defective,” someone said.
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