So my friend needed help with an essay and the bolded line is what she had to start with. So I helped her out. There was a word limit so it’s not long but yeah, decided to post it.
It was almost midnight and I was about to go to sleep when i heard a loud knock on the door.It was nothing new. There was always a loud, impatient knock on the door at this time now. And that was on good days. Normally there was a loud banging before it was thrown open to reveal an impatient – sometimes furious – looking Aesha in the door way. Sometimes he didn’t even knock, just barged in without permission to sit at the edge of my bed and judge me in my ways of doing whatever I was doing.
“Come in,” I called, and the door opened. He floated in, looking as graceful as an angel – oh, the irony – and did exactly what I’d expected him to do: sat down on my bed.
“Just because you’re like, my Devil now doesn’t mean you can just come here whenever you like, you know,” I told him. “What if my mom was here?”
“No worries,” he said. “You’re my Contractor. Your mom can’t see me.”
“I asked you to help me with revenge, not invasion of privacy. MY privacy.”
Aesha grinned, showing off his perfect white teeth. “Maybe you didn’t read the fine print.”
I rolled my eyes and turned back to my homework. Ever since I’d decided that I wanted revenge for my father’s murder, and did what my mom would classify as number one on the list of Unthinkable Acts of Stupidity – selling my soul to the Devil, to be precise – I had not known peace. I mean, of course, technically it was peaceful, but for me, it was hell – which is funny, because Devils are supposed to live in hell, so maybe it all makes sense. Either way, it’s annoying.
I sneaked a peek at Aesha, who was now playing Flappy Bird on my phone, and stared at the Devils’ Insignia carved into the flesh on his collarbone. It was strange to think of Devils as so humane looking. Aesha was just a normal guy, like everyone else I knew. There was nothing that could allow you to differentiate between him and any other guy you saw on the streets. The Insignia was never visible, and even if it was, tattoos were too common for it to be anything outside the norm.
I touched my own Mark, on the same spot as his. I’d made the Contract with him almost twenty days ago. I’d sold him my soul in return for help with my revenge. The Mark would disappear when the Contract conditions were fulfilled. Then he’d move on and find a new person to help; a new soul in exchange for a wish. I wondered how many he’d made before me. How many souls he’d collected; how many Contractors he’d made bonds with. And me, well, after this was over, I would die. I’d die painfully and in the most gruesome way possible. Old Man Grim next door told me about his brother, who’d Contracted with the Devil and died – paralysis while crossing the street, and run over by an oncoming car. I didn’t know what to expect for myself.
“I’m hungry,” Aesha said, getting up and leaving the room. I stared at his retreating figure before shaking my head to clear my mind of gruesome thoughts. Better to focus on the present, and maybe deal with the homework first.
I might have liked to write a longer thing on this but I’m too lazy..