Robbie Reyes and his little brother Gabe were currently seated in their uncle Eli's old Mustang, cruising around the neighborhood before the race they had to get to.

They lived in a shitty neighborhood, filled with crime and violence. There was no other way to put it. Robbie wanted to get enough money so they could move into a safer place so he signed up for an illegal race.

"You are not allowed to help me with my homework," Gabe said and Robbie gave him a weird look. "If you tried you would only help me fail."

"See, that's just not right," Robbie smirked. "I'm your brother and you say that?" They both laughed and continued down the street.

As they drove down the street together, joking and teasing on one another as usual, another car pulled up in front of their car, holding members of the Fifth Street Locos who were supposed to race Robbie.

When Robbie honked his horn, trying to get them to move out of his way, he was horrified to witness them throwing a molotov cocktail at them, causing the front of theMustang to be engulfed in flames.

Reyes put the car in reverse and used his driving skills to attempt to escape their attackers. The Mustang roared forward and gained a bit of distance before the Locos caught up with them and drove side by side.

Robbie turned and stared as his little brother. Pure fear and regret was etched into Robbie's face as he gripped the wheel harder, an uneasy feeling running through his body.

Because of him his little brother was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it. He had let him come along, knowing the dangers of it.

Suddenly, a cascade of bullets were fired upon the brothers as the Locos sped away with tires screeching. Robbie's grip on the wheel loosened and it jerked to the side, causing the car to flip rapidly.

Glass and pieces of metal soared through the air along with Robbie's body, screaming in fear. During the flip Robbie was thrown threw the windshield and into the air.

When he was thrown fromthe car he begged God, he begged the universe, he begged anyone who would listen, that Gabe would be spared. He swore that he'd give anything to save him.

Then, Robbie hit the street... and he died. And there was nothing. It was just darkness. Then he heard a voice. It was asking him if he wanted a second chance. Did he want to punishthose who hurt his brother? Did he want to avenge his own death? He answered yes. More than anything, yes.

And he was alive again on the pavement. He heard a motorcycle pull up with a growl. Someone who Robbie couldn't get a good full look at stepped off and pulled Gabe from the hunk of metal that was once the Mustang.

Then, he saw the man from head to toe as the flaming skull dressed in a leather jacket stepped towards him. Robbie knew it wasn't a good Samaritan. It was the devil.

A soulless face with pitch black sockets where eyes should be stared down at him as flames crackled from the crashed Mustang and from he skull of the man.

The man crouched down and place his hand on Robbie's skull and whatever was inside of him, he passed it onto Robbie.