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---And so it begins---
This story started on a simple sunny afternoon during that time between dusk and darkness. Travis Flynn trudged home from the school library after a study session where he seemed to get nothing accomplished he hoped to. While Travis was escaping the end of his quite disappointing day, his going about this was immersing himself in the sounds of the song "Night Flight" by the J-pop band Perfume on his quiet walk home. During this walk back Travis replayed his day in his mind. He thought over the events of his disastrous day. He learned that due to his academic advisors mistake he would have to take another semester of college, one he could hopefully afford maybe by begging his old man for cash. He also thought about the other rather depressed moments of his rather wonderfully depressing day. Travis mulled this over the day's moments in disappointment and depression.
"Why me?" he groaned to himself.
"What did I ever do to deserve this?" "All I wanted was to have a cute girl to love, graduate, and be happy!….."
Travis had quite a rough day but who could blame him for being upset. He asked out a girl he had a crush on just to get rejected by the the same girl in artistic fashion. The girl Travis has mustered up the courage to ask, Cassy, quite enjoyed making a mockery out of the poor attempt Travis's put up at asking her out, due to lack of faith and nerves. Cassy also enjoyed the torment it caused Travis and enjoyed watching him squirm in the hallway as she played out and exaggerated on his excuse of an attempt to ask her out for a date. He then was later in the day late for his advising appointment where he learned he had to do another semester of school and then again screwed up by messing up on his presentation for marketing, not too bad, but just enough that it messes with you and makes you wish you could have a redo.
Looking both ways lazily and while crossing the street Travis heard the familiar ringing of his cell phone and pulled out his right earphone to answer the call. He looked at the name on the screen and frowned before answering….
"Wonder what he wants?" Travis wondered as he flipped over the phone.
"Travis! Dude heard the story from Rick!" Ben exclaimed
"Just want I need a play by play of my day of denial." Travis sighed as he thought to himself
"Yea, yea I know, no need to replay it for me." Travis claimed to Ben
"Well I was thinking we should head down to Water Street for a few pitchers and get those blues off your mind Casanova!" Ben commented at Travis
Travis pondered if it was worth the trouble. All he needed was to run into Cassy or some of her friends downtown and they, he knew, would have a blast rubbing in the earlier rejection from earlier morning.
"You there man?" Ben said on the other end of the phone
" Yea, sorry man, I was just thinking" Travis said "I'll be down in a few, just let me change my clothes and I'll give you call back."
"All right man I'll see you down at The Bodega" Ben exclaimed as he hung up.
Travis then proceeded to put back in his headphones as he continued his walk home. It was about 15 minutes later as Travis clamored through the door to his small, cluttered apartment.
"Home sweet home" Travis moaned to himself as he walked into his living residence. The place was a simple two story building in the run down part of his college town. Paint chipping of the siding and weeds in the grass but that's what you would expect from a place with rent going for under $200 in this town. It was a dive but hey, it had a nice cable package with the NFL network so he could at least deal with it for the season. The other months were a whole separate story.
Travis had finally changed and was lying on his bed looking at the crack in the ceiling and wondering if it has grown since the last time that he looked at it. He was at the current time contemplating if it was worth his time to go downtown or just spend the night surfing the internet.
"Well it might do me some good to go" Travis lectured to himself. "I can always surf the net when I get back"
Travis then grabbed his keys off the coffee table by the door and the hit the lights off as he headed out the door for the chilly walk downtown to the Bodega.
Around 2am that morning Travis walked into the dusty one room apartment of his possession. He was about $35 dollars poorer and $65 dollars drunker thanks to the donations of those friends who tried to drown his sorrows.
"I knew I should not have had that last shot of Baileys" Travis Laughed as he talked to himself as he fumbled with the task of inserting the key into the door.
Travis then proceeded to stumble into his room and closed the door. He walked over to his computer in the dark feeling for his chair. As he found it he slumped into it. He then opened his computer and booted up his internet browser. He did the usual rounds of checking ESPN, Facebook, and E-mail.
Much to his dismay his team lost to the Yankees 8 to 1, he had no new messages on facebook, and last but not least no new e-mails except a few spam messages and a couple of political e-mails.
Travis then flicked through a few pages and not really paying attention to what he was doing and began thinking to himself as he stared into space clicking links and scrolling pages.
"Just had to go downtown…hic…..what was I thinking? Stupid, stupid!" Travis yelled at himself
Travis it had seemed had ran into Cassy and her posse downtown and this did not sit well with Travis. He decided to drink beer after beer and later shot after beer hoping to quiet down the sneers and comments coming from the crowd of Cassy's posse across the bar while hoping to make the day a forgotten memory.
Travis while staring into space thought how good it would be to have a girlfriend that would could one up Cassy so bad she would turn green with envy and be jealous beyond rage. Ah, to be able to laugh at her and her posse as he drove by in a fancy car as they dropped their jaws in shock at his turned fortune.
"Pssh yea that'll be the day" he noted to himself as he closed his eyes and dropped his head back onto the back of the chair.
"I'd even make a deal with the devil to just to even have the chance to…" Travis whispered to himself..."What I would do to just get the chance to show them I'm not just some nobody.."
Unknown to Travis, at this point in time a star twinkled in the sky. Most would think this would be a great turn in his fortune and a sign from the gods, they would rain blessings down from the heavens upon the poor Travis and make hs wish come true. Too bad it wasn't the gods smiling…….
Travis trailed off his train of thought and went to turn on the fan. He then proceeded to head to sleep and call it a night. Travis then went through his usual routine of brushing teeth, gargle, floss, etc. As Travis laid down to go to bed he was bugged by a light that would not go away. He opened his eyes and noticed his computer was still on, it's white auroa cutting into the darkness of the room. Travis grunted as he rose out of bed and stumbled over to his computer. Travis moved the mouse to click out of his browser and shut down the computer but accidently clicked an ad for "The Dark Underground" The computer whirred and brought up a page and the designs on the page started to move and swirl. "Well at least the satan worshipers can do Java" Travis smirked to himself. The images and symbols continued to swirl around till they stopped.
Travis squinted his eyes at the page and stared to make out the writing.
" You have been accepted." The letter started on the screen.
"To what? Travis replied to himself out loud quietly.
Travis was cut short in his thought process however as the wind started to howl and twist outside his window. It's gusts fluttering the window shade and blowing into the room scattering papers around.
"Really? You have got to be kidding me!" Travis cried as he ran to shut the window taking notice of the dark red tint of the night sky and lighting striking down in the distance followed by an enormous crack of thunder of the night sky.
"Man looks like it's going to a bad storm tonight" He expressed to himself.
Shutting the shade and moving back to the warmth of his bed, Travis laid down thinking of the work he was going to have to do tomorrow to put his room back in order after the mini tornado swept through.
Travis was on the edge of sleep but was however brought back to reality by three knocks on his door.
"Who could that be at this hour?"? Travis pondered to himself staring over at his clock which read 3:37 am.
"I bet Ben forgot his keys to his house again" Travis sighed to himself as he stumbled to the door, still drunk, as he felt his way to the door.
" Yea I'll be there in a sec man" Travis complained to the Ben he figured was drunk, and puked stained on the other side of the door. Travis reached for his coat and swung it onto his shoulders and he unlocked the door and swung it open as he claimed, "Dude you really have got to learn to jiffy that basement window….." Travis trailed off as he stared at the figure in front of him.
"Expecting somebody else?" The woman questioned as she looked at Travis.
" I have got to lay off the Baileys" Travis commented to himself as he rubbed his eyes.
The woman who stood in front of Travis was like no other. She was as far as Travis could tell naturally tan. She has White hair that sparked like pure silver in the dim light from the hallway. She was wearing a pink and black outfit that covered most of her body that he swore was painted on but it sitll left nothing to imagination as it cut down the middle to her mid section. He was puzzled at her eyes as they were a light purple but Travis in all his knowledge at the moment figured she was into that fad where girls had those contacts that change eye color. Upon her face were two stars under her eyes and a six pointed star on her forehead. I simple terms two words could describe this woman but still didn't do he justice. Total, Knockout. I mean One hit KO, ring the bell after the first round. If looks could kill Travis would have been dead 1000 times in a mear second. Need I say more? Moving on……
"Jesus I thought I gave off signs of depression today but the guys must think I'm suicidal." Travis proclaimed to his mind as he looked the woman up and down. I mean to send me a girl for the night just puts the nail in the coffin. She was quite the woman as well coming to conclusion in his head. "She has a body that models would kill for" he smirked to himself.
"They only wish they could kill for this" the woman answered.
"What?" Travis expressed answering the lady who stood in his door. Thinking he must be drunk for believing she just read his mind…..Shaking his head of this thought,
"Listen lady I don't know what they told you but I don't need this right now" Travis announced to the lady grabbing for his wallet.
Travis grabbed his wallet and fished around for a twenty hoping this would get rid of the woman from his doorway and also thought in the back of his mind that the lady was psychic. After looking for a minute found a crinkled twenty in between a couple of one's and turned to hand it to the woman.
"Here you go for the……trouble…?" Travis began but the sentence trailed off into a mumble as Travis stared at an empty doorway. He poked his head out and looked both ways down the hallway. After questioning his sight and a shake of the head Travis backed into the room and closed the door thinking to himself, " I REALLY need to stop drinking like an Irishman on holiday at Oktoberfest."
Travis turned to the table by the door and threw the twenty onto the small coffee table and turned to return to his bed only to jump at the sight of the woman sitting on the end of it looked at her fingernails uninterested.
" Jesus! What are you trying to do give me a heart attack?" Travis proclaimed as he stumbled backward and ran into the door with a crack.
" I don't know how you did that but Christ lady what do you want from me?" Travis announced to the woman.
" No need to be some jumpy Travis, I'm here to help you. No need to be afraid of such a goddess as myself." The woman laughed to herself obviously amused at her own humor.
"How do you know me…?" Travis ordered questionably, still against the door.
" The name is HIld Mr. Flynn, and I'm here to help you out, You just happened to catch my attention is all and you're quite very lucky I have a soft spot for a man with your…..assets…….she replied as her eyes locked on Travis's and she gave him a devilish smile. They purple eyes Travis swore looked through him into the depths of his soul.
Now, I may not be an A+ 100% grade A USDA certified beef cake but I do work out during the week but I never have the confidence to show off myself to a girl in fear of the ridicule I might receive. I was built but by no means an All American linebacker.
" Hild, if I remember right, I don't know what Ben or those bunch of hooligans asked you but listen, I just want to go to bed and hopefully not wake hung over tomorrow, I've had a long day and If I'm real lucky I'll have drank it out of my memory when I wake up tomorrow hopefully by the grace of God without a hangover the size of Mongolia" Travis spoke as he zipped up his jacket which was not helping deflect the dark and mysterious piercing gaze of her purple eyes.
"Alright here's the deal," Hild said as she rose from the end of the bed and stood up. "And listen closely because I don't want to have to repeat myself".
Seeing that she had my attention she proceeded to explain.
"I am a devil and I am here to grant you ..ONE..wish" she said.
Travis sat on the floor and laughed to himself.
The woman (devil) raised an eyebrow and said coldly, " Something funny ?"
" I have a name you know, Travis will do just fine." Travis stated.
Travis then took a deep breath and let in out in a rush.
" So you're telling me, correct me if I'm wrong here, Travis paused, "You are going to grant me a wish, anything at all and just like that, bam, wish granted." Travis questioned.
"Yep that's it" She proclaimed, " So what's it going to be…Travis" She ended her sentence with a smile.
"Could you by chance give me a minute to think it over?" Travis requested.
Hild then nodded, "Fine but hurry it up, I don't have all night here, I have places to be" she said.
Hild then yawned and proceeded to walk over to the computer and the desk it sat on to sit herself in the office chair in front of it and look over the books on the desk I had strewn about. She then turned and looked at me expectantly.
"Well…." She urged me.
"Oh yea sorry" I said as I pushed myself up to my feet. I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it to the top with water. I drank the glass with the thirst of a man who had wondered the desert for the last week and then braced myself over the sink staring at the drain. I was thinking to myself numerous thoughts.
"What if this is real? I can't think of anything cool or good to wish for! Jesus how much did I really drink tonight to actually think this may be real?" I spoke to myself.
"Well first of all this has to be set up by those bastards of friends I have" I told myself in conclusion. " I bet they have some camera around here waiting to see me get lured into this so they can keep the Travis torture train going full steam tomorrow, WOO WOOO!" I replied to myself conscious.
" There is no way a knockout like her would be here for me, there has to be a alternative motive behind this, I mean a wish,….. Man I really, really need to stop drinking so much." Travis noted as her turned and headed back into the room where Hild sat waiting, tapping her fingers on the desk rhythmically.
She broke up her drumming and stated, "Are you trying to delay me? I do have things to do you know."
"Sorry" I admitted.
"I've had a rough day, messed up a project, spent too much money drinking, school says I have to do another depressing year, got my heart shattered, the usual routine" Travis expressed to the Demon who was sitting in his chair as he plopped down onto his bed and sighed looking up to the ceiling and figured that indeed, the crack had grown.
"Love troubles?" Hild asked as she looked toward Travis with heightened interest forgetting all future plans as she asked in a giddy voice, " Oh do tell! I always love a good love story!"
" Ha that's a good one!" Travis laughed depressingly. "I'd rather not go into detail, I've heard enough criticism and remarks for one day, please spare me." Travis sighed as he closed his eyes thinking and mulling over his depressing excuse once again at his attempt he had earlier that day.
Then cracking open one eye he looked over to his desk and saw hild leaning over, head in her hands, arms resting on her legs with open eyes and a playful smile on her face, all while giving Travis a great view of the real estate she had. "Note to self "Travis thought, "D-A-M-N…that doesn't even do her justice either" he smiled to himself at his remark.
"I take it you won't leave and I won't get any sleep till I spill it eh?" Travis smirked at her playfully
"What do you think?" Hild grinned back at the young man.
"No rest for the weary as they say" Travis proclaimed to the devil.
Travis then went into detail about his day, too much detail about it much to his dismay at the questions and prying of the demon who sat in his room. She claimed herself to be quite the match maker and love analyzer. The story of earlier after it was told shifted to Travis rambling off onto his life story and how it all factored into his one pitiful day of all days. After about a half hour of talking, Travis fell silent. The sound of the fan in the corner and whirl of the computer fan where the only sounds heard in the dark room.
"Pathetic I know" Travis replied to the silence. "Feel free to laugh, not like I haven't had enough of that pointed in my direction at my expense today" Travis responded.
There was only silence and Travis rose his head to look over at Hild. She had her eyes closed in what Travis guessed was deep thought. He hoped that's what it was rather then his second guess of his story had put her to sleep but he would not have been surprised. His life was nothing but a boring joke he thought. Growing up alone mostly with one or two friends due to constant moving of his parent's being in the service.
"I'm…so…sorry..Travis" Hild whispered.
"What?" Travis looked at her with a puzzled look on his face. "I thought demons were supposed to be all evil and not care about the feelings of others and eat souls and stuff." Travis replied.
"You would think that but I don't have a hole for a heart" Hild snapped back not in a angry tone but in a tone to prove a point. "I swear we always are made out to be heartless ruthless monsters." She objected.
"I mean the way she responded was too cruel, I mean even *I Wouldn't* have been that mean and that's saying something." Hild expressed to Travis opening her eyes to look at him as she finished her sentence.
" Whatever you say Ms. Demon" Travis commented.
"That would be Ms. Daimakaicho to you." Mr. Flynn.
Travis then laughed with feeling. It felt good and it what was he really needed after his long depressing day. Travis then grinned as he looked back to the ceiling and murmured to himself aloud, "I wish I had a woman like you Hild" Travis said. "That would show them! Having a knockout as my girlfriend that they would all be envious of me! Leave them all speechless, but who am I trying to joke here?" Travis spoke as his sentence trailed off as he felt wind swirl around him.
"Thought I closed that window earlier" He to himself as he opened his eyes to get up to shut the window but was distracted by what he saw out of the corner of his eyes. Travis's eyes grew to fill edge of their sockets as he took in the scene in front of him. There was Hild raised, floating in the air. She was glowing with a red light around her and then a beam shot from the star on her forehead toward the ground and through the floor. An eerie voice came from Hild's lips, almost robotic, as Travis lost all though and the world around him sank into total pitch black darkness…..
"Your wish has been approved……." The voice indicated.
--Author's notes—
If you have any comments let me know or find any mistakes. I have chapter 2 done and I'm done with chapter 3 but I keep going back and forth on if I like how it plays out or not…
Anyhow let me know what you think, this being my first writing and all.