Disclaimer: Refer to Chapter 1.

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'It's been a few days...' she thought as she slowly walked to class. 'That site was just a hoax...'

Once again, she fell into the clutches of Paulina's subordinates. The Latina herself chuckled lightly as she leaned in closer to the depressed girl.

"Tonight at eight," Paulina commanded as the trio left Yolanda once more.

That night...

Chestnut brown eyes widened. "Hook up? Me?"

Sanchez scoffed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah. The target will have to be nice enough to buy us dinner. It can be an old guy."

Her subordinates chuckled at Yolanda's distress. "But why—?"

"It's your own fault that you didn't bring the money," the Latina flipped her hair over her shoulder. They began walking away when something was caught in Yolanda's peripheral vision.

She looked down the alley they were passing. She could see the silhouette of a boy with two piercing red eyes glowing through the darkness. An annoyed voice brought her out of her ravine.

"What are you doing still standing there?" one of the subordinates shouted. She gasped as she directed her attention to her tormentors.

"That one seems nice," the brunette pointed to a middle-aged man in a suit with glasses. "He'll probably accepted you."

"But..." Before Yolanda could utter another world, she was thrust forward towards the man in question.

"Huh?" the man muttered as he looked down at the freshman girl in front of him.

"Erm...I...Um..." she tried to say as her voice shook.

"I should be the one who does the asking, right?" he asked her. "Well, you are rather cute. How old are you?" He paused as he placed his arm around her quaking shoulders.

"It's fine with me. You alone?" he continued as she looked towards the alley way. However, Paulina and her minions were nowhere in sight.

Before he could utter another word, she pushed herself away from him and ran. Tears began pouring down her face as she ducked into the alley. She squatted against the wall, her legs close to body.

"Someone help me..." she whispered through sobs.

A Spanish accented voice pierced through her ears. "Why did you run away?"

Yolanda looked up to the face of the Latina as the vile girl held out her phone. Chestnut eyes widened in horror as she saw the picture the she-devil took of her and the pedophile man.

"Next time you forget to bring money," she warned. "I'll spread this photo all around Casper High."

They left her in the dark alley, laughing at the misery they were putting the poor girl through.

'I can't take it anymore...' she thought sadly as more tears fell from her eyes.

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Fifteen minutes later found Yolanda Withers on the roof's edge of a building. Closing her eyes, she took a step forward, commencing her fatal descent to the ground below.

As she was falling, a teenage boy appeared at her side.

He would have seemed normal—wearing a white T-shirt with a red oval at his chest along with blue jeans and red sneakers—however his red eyes stood out, boring right into her soul. His stark black hair flapped wildly in the passing wind.

Taking his hand in hers, they continued to fall, her surroundings becoming a crimson red.

Before she knew it, they were on grass with a tree nearby, a gentle breeze from the lake playing with their hair. Everything was bathed in the red light of the setting sun.

"This place..." she breathed, looking right at the strange teenage boy in front of her. "You're Hell Boy, aren't you?"

With a blank stare, he spoke monotonously, "My name is Danny... You summoned me."

"Yes. To take revenge on my behalf..." As she approached him, she saw in his hand a black straw doll. Around its neck was a red string tied in a bow neatly.

"Then take this," he said once again without emotion. Without another word, the peculiar doll was in her hands.

"If you truly wish revenge, pull the red string around his neck. As you pulled the string, you make a covenant with me. The recipient of your revenge will be ferried straightaway into the depths of Hell."

With a slight nod, Yolanda went to pull the string but his voice interrupted. "However...Once the revenge is dealt, you are required to pay the compensation."

"Compensation?" she asked confused.

"Two graves will appear as you cursed a person. So when you die, your soul will also fall into Hell," he paused for what seemed to be a breath. "You will be unable to go to Heaven. Your soul will be plunged into pain and suffering, to wander for all eternity."

Yolanda stumbled backward in shock, falling into azure flames. She screamed as tormented souls swarmed about her and fire licked her delicate flesh. She squeezed her eyes closed, wishing for the nightmare to stop.

When she opened her eyes, she was on the street, safe for the most part. The doll was still in her hand.

The chilly wind blew as Danny's stoic voice entered her ears.

"Now the decision rests with you..."

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