Written by R. J. Davies Mornix
The elders had whispered about it … It took forever to find. Every country, every state or province (depending on which country you were talking about) had one. It was just never talked about. The subject was forbidden. He had to do this–it was the right thing to do. There was a heavy dew that clung to the air which shrouded everything in a light mist. His car lights were on and it was the only light he had to see by. Why was midnight so damn important? Chills crawled up his sensitive skin.
Closing his eyes tightly he took a deep breath. This was the same road he came out to in the day to check. It was the right place.
This was the right thing to do.
Self doubt began to creep into the back of his mind … Listening hard he ensured that there was no traffic around; this stretch of road there never saw much much traffic during the day. He wasn’t surprised.
Pacing up and down, not stepping onto the center of the cross road … Biting his bottom lip hard, he could taste his bitter sweet blood. Licking his wounded lip nervously, he looked over his shoulder.
“Forgive me grams for what I’m about to do.”
Holding his breath he rushed to the centre of the cross road and pulled the spade out of his back pocket. Digging feverishly, he hacked away at the soil … The hard clay in the middle of the road meant he had to fight hard towards his goal.
Then the hole was big enough. He took the metal box from his backpack. With shaking hands he gave it a kiss before placing it in the hole. Then he quickly covered up the box with the rich brownish-red clay.
Sitting back on his heels, he frowned and stood up quickly. Forcing himself to take a couple steps back, he resisted the urge to dig it up.
“What have I done?” he whispered to himself. Clapping his hand over his mouth he spun around to find just himself in the middle of the road.
Something came over him, he took a couple steps back to the mound and stomped on it, pressing the dirt down, then hurried over to his car. Pausing, he looked down at his watch. One minute to midnight.
One minute to get the box back! One minute to get the box out of the ground and stop this foolishness. One minute to stop the madness …
One minute to save his soul.
“Time’s up,” a soft, sultry voice whispered.
He almost jumped out of his skin. Spinning around he saw the most beautiful raven haired woman standing in front of him. Her blue eyes were so blue they looked like they shone. Her red lips curved into a devilish grin.
“Who are you?”
She chuckled, “Who do you want me to be?”
“I thought … I thought …” his voice trailed off.
She stepped closer and caressed his cheek with her long, cold fingers. “That I would be what? A male? With cloven hooves, bearing horns on my head?” Tossing her head back she laughed; much like her voice it was hypnotic like a drug.
He blinked and the image of the devil barring hooves and horns appeared before him.
“Is this what you thought I would look like?” a deep raspy voice asked.
He nodded slightly not taking his eyes off her or him. The monster changed back to the gorgeous woman who first greeted him.
“Isn’t this much better?” the deeply raspy voice chuckled.
She cleared her throat. “Well, you summoned me,” her soft sultry voice was back. “I know why but you have to ask for it. Those are the rules.”
“Who are you?” he stammered.
She laughed … Paused, tilted her head to the side and grinned.
“They were just stories,” he gasped.
“Were they?” she whispered.
“You can’t be real.”
“I don’t have all night kid. I’m the devil, and even I have a schedule to maintain.”
“But …. But … But …”
“Say it,” She whispered inside his mind. “Say the words.”
“I need my …,” he words trailed off as he heard his grandmother’s words warning him.
“SAY it,” she stood just inches from him. he could smell fresh baked cookies on her breath. She looked like an angel.
“I need my brother back. I want him back alive and healthy like he was before this accident; I want him to be alive and to live a long happy life.”
Stepping back, she had a big grin on her face. “You know the price?”
Swallowing hard he dared not to blink, but only nodded stupidly.
“Good, Jason Mathew Smith, we have a deal. I’ll see you in two years.”
“Two years?” that didn’t sound like enough time.
“Yes those are the terms. Enjoy your life,” she laughed and disappeared.
“Hello?” he heard his brother’s voice calling as he came up the street. “Hello?”
“Joey?” Jason spun around.
His twelve year old brother came running over to him. “Jay!”
Hugging his brother, he just couldn’t believe his eyes. His brother was alive and hugging him. In two years when the hell hounds came, he would remember this moment for the rest of eternity.