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"Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged." - Samuel Johnson
If someone were to ask you if there was something about your past that you wanted to change, would you? A single moment in your life that you'd wanted to make better, or completely erase indefinitely?
No one truely understands the gravity of such a question, some say that any and all mistakes some one makes helps form them into the people they become. All experiences forming a blueprint to one's personality and future.
Yet there are some events that people will forever wish to forget. Committing a crime, cheating on a loved one, or something far worse than that. Those same people willing to pay any price to make it happen.
Everything in life comes with a price, money, power, love, most not caring about the cost it would take. It all comes down to if you're willing to make a deal for it.
I made a deal once, and I did pay the price that came with it. Not for selfish gain, but for someone I loved. At the time I was willing to do whatever it took, not knowing the full concequences of what would follow.
If someone where to ask me if there was something about my past that I wanted to change, would I? My answer would be that I would...but such things are impossible.
I already made a deal once, and in the end it cost me everything...including my soul.
X
An old, rundown motel room on the side of the road wasn't what many would consider an ideal spot to spend the night. But for those who didn't want to be found, it was the perfect place.
There wasn't much. Just two small beds, a small dresser between them, a broken tv on a stand at the other end of the room, and a bathroom small enough to be considered a stall with just a shower and a toilet.
Even if the place smelled like mildew and old wood and had the feel that one of more people had died there, it was the best that there was at the moment.
On one of the beds, a young man sat hunched over with his arms resting on his knees. Wearing only faded jeans with rips in the knees and a pair worn steel toed boots, his upper-half exposed showing hard muscles. His face was thin and angular with a buzzed down head of hair connected to a five'o clock stubble.
His eyes were closed, taking in slow and deep breaths while his fists opened and closed almost robotically. Muscles tense as he did all in his power to relax.
He'd been doing all in his power to supress it. And for the most part he had been successful for about a week, but the urges were becoming too hard to ignore. Every inch of his body tingled, feeling like he'd been out on a hot summer day for too long, his scalp being the worst.
Sweat trickled down from his forehead, the inferno beneath his skin pulsing almost to the same tempo as his heart beat and steadily getting worse. A shuttering breath escaped his nearly clenched teeth, fists in tight balls as his body started to shake.
"Fuck!" he seethed. Standing straight up and starting to pace the length of the room, stopping infront of a cracked mirror hanging on the wall beside the bathroom door and glare into it. His dark-brown eyes piercing into the reflection that looked back at him...only for a sinister orange glow to emit from within the depths of his gaze.
Clenching his eyes shut, he rest his forehead against the mirror. The cool glass doing nothing to quell the burning that threatened to tear the flesh of his bones from the inside out.
So lost in his growing termoil, he didn't notice the door to the room opening and closing until the one that came in was right next to him putting a hand on his shoulder;
"Seth? Seth!" his head whipped around so quickly a series of loud cracks could be heard from his neck. The movement startling the girl who had gotten his attention.
She was at least a full head shorter than him with long, straight black hair dressed in gothic-like clothing complete with a black corset that accented her figure to an hourglass. Her face was pretty, heart-shaped with creamy white skin and a pair of crystal-blue eyes that looked at him startled but with a good deal of concern.
"You okay?" she asked.
Seth shook his head, forcing down everything with the full might of his will alone. "F-Fine...I'm fine." he managed to rasp out. Blinking when she handed him a large bottle of water that he quickly accepted, tearing off the lid and drinking all of the contents with a handful of large gulps.
"Don't give me any of that BS." the young woman said, stepping close to him again. "Is it...?" she trailed off, making Seth sigh and nod, knowing that she would see through any lie he tried to cook up.
"He's getting rowdy. I don't think I can keep a lid on it much longer." Seth said before hissing as another pulse of heat raced through his veins. "D-Definitely can't hold it much longer."
A loud scream suddenly echoed through the room from one of the adjacent ones nearby. Seth grabbed his head as he struggled feebily with what was trying to escape, light trails of smoke seeping between his fingers.
Another scream was heard, followed by the sound of something breaking which took out what little restraint he had left.
Dropping his hands to his sides, Seth stomped toward the door and threw it open, storming out into the night and making his way to where all the noises were coming from. Kicking the door open without hesitation to see the room beyond in shambles and an overweight, trucker-looking man attempting to tear off what little clothes were still on a woman he had pinned to the wall.
"What the...HEY! GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" the large man bellowed, taking his attention of the sobbing woman who was nursing a large bruise on her face.
Seth didn't say a word as he crossed the room, grabbing the man by his shirt and throwing him across the room with a surprising amount of strength. "Get out of here." he said to the terrified woman, his eyes flaring like bright embers.
The woman scrambled to her feet and fled as Seth turned to the trucker who had managed to get back to his own feet. "You just made a mistake pal." the man growled.
A chuckle devoid of emotion came from Seth, "No...you did..." The fires in his eyes flared brighter, making the would-be rapist stumble back in fear.
Another scream ripped through the night, this from a terrified male just before the motel room had bright flames exploding out of the window and doorway.
X
Back in the previous room, the raven haired young woman was already in the process of packing all of her's and her companion's belongings into two duffel bags. When she heard the scream and the sound of fire erupting she moved a little faster.
By the time she finished, Seth had come back. The glow in his eyes fading while smoke trailed off his body. "We gotta go." he said bluntly.
"Way ahead of you." came the reply as she tossed him a t-shirt that he quickly slipped on before grabbing the leather bomber jacket he had hanging on the back of the door along with his bag.
The two of them left the room and made a b-line for a black 2012 Yamaha VMAX/VMX17 that was parked just outside. They quickly stowed their light luggage into the saddle bags attached to the bike before climbing on.
"I'm sorry, Kenzi. I couldn't stop it no matter how hard I tried." Seth said as he started his ride and revved the engine.
The girl, Kenzi, wrapped her arms around his torso and held on tight. "Just promise me some good grub at our next stop and I'll call it square!" she exclaimed over the bike's motor before they peeled out of the parking lot and snot down the road and into the night.
X
Seth Richards had once considered himself a private person. Growing up in Phoenix, Arizona with his mom and little sister, he always aspired to simply live day by day and enjoy it to the fullest.
The only thing he cared for in life more than his love for motorcycles, was his family.
His dad had taken off when his mom was pregnant with his sister. But she always managed to make sure that her children had everything that they could possibly need. It was the same moral backbone that Seth himself came into as he got older and did everything he could to help his family where he could.
This became more pressing when he got a call while he was in college. His mother had been diagnosed with stage four leukemia, and her situation grew more dire with each passing day.
With no other options, and with his mother unable to work due to her condition, he dropped out of college and took a job as a courier back in his hometown to help pay the bills. Spending every moment he could with his family while he still had the chance.
But in the end, all he could do was watch helplessly as his mother got worse and worse. Until the day came that she could no longer fight the disease ravaging her body.
On that day, Seth prayed. To God, to the universe itself. Saying that he would give anything to save his mother from death's grasp...
He had no way of knowing that someone had heard him, and offered him a chance to do just that;
X
Seth paced back and forth outside one of the hospital's side entrances. A cigarette between his lips that he smoked excessively in a vein attempt to calm his badly frayed nerves. But nothing would help with what was happening.
His mother was dying, his 19 year old sister was a wreck, and worst of all he couldn't do anything about it.
The helplessness that plagued him was boardering on soul crushing, to see one of the people he loved slowly fading away was something he couldn't bare
Dropping the cigarette to the ground and crushing it with his boot, Seth took a deep breath and prepared to go back inside. His fingers about to touch the handle when someone spoke from behind him.
"It's terrible, isn't it?
Seth turned and saw an old man with slicked back silver hair in a black suit with a red tie standing there holding a cane with a diamond in the shape of a skull sitting on the top.
"To watch someone you love being taken away like that? It's a pain that no one should have to endure." the man spoke with a disarmingly calm voice.
"What would you know about it?" Seth shot back, his grief easily detected.
The man smiled, "Everyone has, in some way. It's...horribly unfair. Wouldn't you agree?"
Red flags were going off in the back of Seth's mind, something about this guy didn't sit right and every instinct was screaming at him to get far away...but somehow he just couldn't. Like something was keeping him firmly planted.
"Are you another doctor?" Seth asked.
"Not by any stretch of the imagination. But I am someone in a position to...help you with your problem."
"Meaning?"
"I could make your mother better. Give her back her health. Keep your little family from falling apart." the man said simply.
Seth blinked, unbelieving. "H-How?"
The man shrugged, "The how isn't important. And time is running short for her. Would you be willing to make a deal?"
Looking back at the door, Seth thought about his mother. How frail and weak she looked as she approached her last moments, the emotional devistation that his sister was enduring. He had always been willing to do whatever it took for the sake of the two of them.
Seth had always been there for everything, as a brother, a son, a protector, whatever his family needed. They were all he had, he'd do anything for them.
"What do you want?" he asked after a long moment, not sure if he could fully trust the man's word, but willing to hope for something.
A blade-like smile spread along the man's face, "In exchange for saving your mother...your soul."
The younger man glared at him, "You're fucking crazy. You expect me to believe half the horse-shit your shoveling?"
The man didn't look the least bit offended, "By midnight tonight, your mother's disease will be gone. By sunrise tomorrow, she will be the healthiest she's ever been. You and your sister will have her for the rest of your lives." he reached into his suit and produced a rolled up document. "All you have to do, is sign."
Slowly taking the scroll, Seth unrolled it and indeed saw that it was a contract. Only written in a language that he didn't understand.
A sudden sting had him retracting his hand, a drop of blood slipped from the end of his thumb and landing on the marked line at the bottom.
"That will do." the man said, taking the contract back and rolling it up. "I wish your family the best."
Seth swore that he saw the man's eyes flash yellow before he turned around and walked away. His form seeming to fade into the air when he was out of sight.
Still bewildered about the entire encounter, Seth turned and headed back into the hospital. Not realizing that his whole life was about to change...
A/N: As surprising as it is to believe, I had this story locked away in my archive for a long time. And since a crossover like this hasn't been done before, and I'm all about pushing the envelope and trying out ideas no one's ever tried before. I thought, why the hell not?
If this is worth it for fans out there, drop some reviews and I'll look into getting this thing updated and added to my list. The deck might be stacked against me with what I got going, but that's never stopped me before.