Chapter 2: Do We Have A Deal?

Corey walked up to the old shack, shaking every step he took. The blonde was kind enough to tell him how he could somehow get out of here, telling him he had to talk to Satan, the ruler of all hell. The closer he got, the more nervous he became. It was like he was about to put his whole life on the line, even though he was already dead. But, the thought of finding Laney and being with her again overruled everything. If he could see her again...

He quickly dismissed the thought, not wanting to start bawling. Yes, men can cry. Manly men do it all the time. The walk was dreadful. There was dirt and mud everywhere. if he could describe it right now, he'd probably say it felt like he was walking through a giant tub of molasses. Yeah, it was that bad. Finally coming to the door, he gently pushed it open, making it creak with anticipation. At the sight in front of him, he froze in shock. The man standing before him was the opposite of what he was expecting. The man looked like a regular human. He had red hair similar to Laney's, and he looked similar to one of those 50's gangsters. He had a black turtleneck on, and a scar went across his left eye. His baggy jeans and black dress shoes accompanied his outfit, as well as multiple gold rings assorted on his fingers. (It's Lenny incase you were wondering :P) The demon was sitting on a desk chair, pulled up to a wooden desk, filling out...paper work? Since when does Satan fill out paper work?

"Yeah, yeah. Excuse me?," Corey started, reaching out his hand to the demon's attention, "A-are you Satan?"

The demon chuckled and motioned for Corey to sit next to him on a chair that only just appeared.

"Please, call me Lenny. And yes, I'm just the guy—er, demon you're looking for."

He smiled as Corey hesitated, considering he was used to it. Every mortal that came onto his 'office' hesitated. Well, if you could even call it that. It was more of a…death chamber. You see, in this small shack he would..get rid of the people who failed to keep their side of the deal he made with them.

Finally sitting down, Corey stated his dilemma. "Well, you see, I don't really know where my girlfriend, Laney Penn, is..?" He said, stating it as more of a question, "We were both shot during dinner last night—or whatever time it happened, I don't exactly know how long it's been—but anyways, if you could tell me where she is or something? Like-" He was suddenly interrupted when Lenny put his finger over Corey's mouth, hushing him in the process.

"Say no more. I know exactly where she is, she was actually about to join you here—but, unfortunately, she was saved, unlike you."

"So…I'll never be able to see her again?" It burned his throat, saying those 9 simple words. Or at least waiting until she died, which—he knew—would be in a long time. Or, at least, too long for him to wait. Plus, what if she moved on? Met someone else? Sure, he wanted her to be happy—not dwelling over him for her whole life—but it felt like a knife to the chest to think about her dedicating her life to someone other than him.

"Well, a deal can be arranged. If you'd like.." Lenny said, filling Corey with excitement.

"Yes! Anything! As long as I get to be with her again, I'll do whatever you'd like!" Corey said, jumping up and down, pleads dripping from his voice.

Lenny cleared his throat, a sly smile appearing across his face. He put his palms upward, making an image appear above them. It showed chaos, guns, and blood. Tons of it.

"You must bring me the souls of a thousand evil men in the span of…two weeks. If you fail, well, that's for me to decide. On the other hand, if you succeed, you'll get to see your precious Laney again…So, do we have a deal?" He stated, his smirk never fading.

Corey pondered his choices for a moment. I mean, all he had to do was kill a few, well 1,000, evil people and he'd be done, right? Then he'd get to see Laney again and propose like he was meant to do. Plus, they were evil. They probably deserve it anyways.

"Deal."

And before Corey knew it, he was in an old, foggy graveyard, a polished gun in his hand and a determined smirk on his face.

OH MY GOD GUYS I'M SO SORRY. I'd started this chapter a few weeks ago, and then I just got caught up and never got the chance to finish it. On another note, I'M REALLY EXCITED FOR THE END IF THIS BOOK AND I MIGHT BE GOING TO WARPED THIS SUMMER WHOO. Love you guys ;D