Hello everyone, I'd like to start off by saying that this is going to be basically the same story, but only with much greater detail this time. While reading over my previous work, I realized that it was greatly lacking.

There will be a few changes that take place, character names have been switched around, and the story will be rated HARD M this time, not for sexual content, but for scenes of graphic violence and torture, and some pretty strong language.

The sun was just rising on the horizon, painting the morning sky with a beautiful orange glow. It was a calm morning in South America, and the occupants of the small village were just waking up from their sleep. Dew could still be seen on the ground, evidence of last night's rain. The village elder stepped out of his hut and looked around, a slight crease forming on his brow, for as perfect as this morning was, something wasn't quite right. The old man turned to look at the clay jars used to collect rainwater. His frown grew deeper as he saw a slight ripple on the surface of the water. The elder held his breath and listened, and was soon rewarded, as he heard the faintest sound, a slight rumbling, like distant thunder. The rumbling sound began to grow louder, and the man could now feel the subtle vibrations of the ground through his sandals. Many of the villagers were growing concerned, as they too could feel the ground shaking, the rumbling had grown to a loud roar, like the sound of a jet engine. Suddenly a small pickup truck came blasting past the village, the beat up 4x4 was weaving in and out of the trees at a breakneck pace. However, the truck wasn't alone, it was being followed by an abomination of modern technology, a T-55 Soviet tank. Normally, the truck would have easily outrun the steel monster, but the truck had to dodge trees, and the tank could simply plow through them.

Viktor was having a pretty shitty day, he had been shot at, he was betrayed by his employer, and he was being chased through the jungle by a bunch of angry gangsters in a tank.

"Well I suppose it could be worse." Viktor muttered to himself.

Suddenly there was a massive explosion behind him. The tank's main gun spilled smoke and fire, a second explosion followed shortly when the shell landed, only a few feet to the left of the truck. A massive cloud of dirt and dust was thrown into the air and the whole truck shook.

"Oh good...it got worse!" Viktor though. "Next time I'm getting my fucking money up front!" Viktor said under his breath.

The tank was still right on his tail, thick, black exhaust trailing behind the monstrous machine. All the dials were redlined and the huge engine was roaring at full power.

"Ah fuck I can't loose him!" Viktor yelled in anguish. Then he looked ahead and saw something beautiful, a real road. "Yes! I'll be able to outpace them on even ground!"

The driver of the tank saw the road as well, and knew what it meant. He urged the old vehicle to go faster, the road soon loomed just ahead.

Viktor burst out of the jungle and onto the main road, pushed the truck to go as fast as possible, but the tank soon followed, tearing through the trees and throwing up chunks of asphalt as it ground to a halt.

When he looked back in his rear view mirror, Viktor nearly jumped for joy, as he assumed they had given up the chase. "Haha! Free at last!" Viktor screamed in jubilation.

He looked back to the road ahead, and didn't notice when the tank's main gun turned towards him, taking careful aim at the escaping truck.

"I can't believe I escaped those dumb motherfuckers, I'm the luckiest man in the wor-"

Unfortunately, Viktor didn't get to finish his sentence, because at that moment, a high explosive shell hit his truck, completely destroying both the truck and it's passenger, as the vehicle was engulfed in flames.

Viktor sat bolt upright, the events of the past hours coming back slowly.

"Oh fuck...what happened to me?"

"You died" a gravelly voice responded almost immediately.

Viktor jumped to his feet and turned to see who was talking to him. The man Viktor laid eyes on was intimidating to say the least, he was extremely tall and thin, and wore a dark pinstripe suit.

"Just who the hell are you?" Viktor snarled.

"Why my boy, I'm the devil" the thin man responded.

"Oh Yeah? Well I'm the Easter bunny!"

Viktor said back, a smirk on his face.

The tall man stepped aside and Viktor saw something horrific, a twisted wreck of a truck, the vehicle was burning a little, but the worst part was the mangled, blood soaked body that lay among the wreckage. Viktor had seen plenty of corpses during his career, but there was something different about this one, because the body he was looking at was his own.

"Oh shit. Oh fuck.. oh hell...I'm dead"

Viktor said quietly.

"Damn, it sure took you long enough to finally figure it out" the devil said, rolling his eyes heavily.

"W-Well what's going to happen to me now?" Viktor stuttered a little.

Viktor was not easily scared, but this was terrifying. He had always taken great pleasure in killing his enemies, but Viktor had never really contemplated his own demise.

The devil's face lit up. "Oh that's where you're gonna get lucky, my dear boy, for once fate has smiled on you, I'd like to make a deal!"

Viktor gulped hard and stared at the thin figure before him. "What kind of deal?" He inquired nervously.

The devil grinned, snapping his fingers. The scenery changed and they were no longer in South America, they were in an exquisite looking office. The large room had an oak table and a desk lamp. The devil was now sitting in a large leather chair. "Well my child, your demise was unfortunate. Your existence on earth brought me much joy, as you created chaos and killed people all in the name of a paycheck."

"Okay...I still don't see where you're going with this..." Viktor replied.

The wiry man blew out a long sigh, rubbing his temples slowly.

"Alright, let me spell it out for you, Viktor. I have a contract for you."

Viktor nodded slowly. "Well it looks like I don't have much of a choice but to hear your proposal."

The devil was now smiling hugely. "Well allow me to lay out the terms. I am contracting you to plunge a city into chaos, it's simple. If you succeed I'll grant you new life, but if you fail, then I'll torture your soul for all eternity." The man snapped his fingers again and a set of papers appeared on the desk. "All you have to do is sign on the dotted line."

A pen appeared in Viktor's hand, and he looked at the contract nervously.

"Well...I suppose you've got a deal."

With that, Viktor leaned forward and quickly scrawled his name on the paper. When he finished signing his name, the paper burst into flames and an unearthly moaning filled the fire began to spread to Viktor's hand, slowly creeping up his arm. "What the fuck is this?!" Viktor yelled.

The devil was now laughing heartily as he watched Viktor being covered in fire. "Good luck, Viktor. You'll need it."

The fire now completely covered Viktor, and he fell to the ground, desperately trying to put out the fire that was searing his flesh. "FUCK! IT HURTS!" Viktor screamed. Darkness began to close in on his vision, and eventually Viktor lost consciousness.