I wanted to try a Supernatural story for a bit, again not seriously but for funsies in between my Original work

One year before Season Six Starts

Running, running, running. Mark flew through the nearby small patch of trees and bushes outlining the properties he lived near, bruises covering his body making the movements something irritating. The irritation only bolstered his passion, moving him faster and faster as he hurried by. As he ran, he chanted. "Help me, help me, help me."

"MARK!" He heard his father bellow. " GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" The sound was beyond terrifying, a reminder of his desires to get the hell out of dodge.

"Please, help me." He whimpered... trying and failing to run faster. "I'll do anything, just help me." He made it maybe a hundred more feet before he heard his father behind him. "Please." He chattered, throwing himself over the small brick wall hiding the creek, hoping to get up the nearest hill and to a safe house, or what he assumed was a safe house.

"I heard you need help?" A girl's voice said by him, making him jump and almost scream. There, standing near him was a tall girl with blonde hair and blood red eyes. They were not contacts, that much was clear. "I can help you, if you are willing to make the leap."

"What leap?" He asked, startled and afraid.

"I will help you, with whatever you need... and in return, you'll owe me. Sound great? We will make a full contract out of it."

He stopped, nodding slowly. "Prove it... kill my father."

The girl smirked and turned, flicking her fingers towards his father the moment he leaped over the wall, snapping his neck loudly. Mark gaped, shocked and afraid, but deeply pleased. " So, about that deal?"

"What are you offering?"

"I will make you a witch, with real magic and power, so you can make your own life, but in return you owe me your soul when you die."

He frowned. "No, no soul... but I could work for you, a witch has to be a helpful commodity right?I mean, I may be fourteen, but I am far from dumb, my soul is worth too much."

The being laughed. "Hmm... okay, new deal. Instead of just giving you power and knowledge, I will give you the books you need to learn, you have to learn on your own to become a Student witch, and in return after a year or so, I will call your debt due. You will owe me favors for... ten years? Deal?"

"I am going to be homeless after this, but even so there is no way I won't be blamed for my father's death... can you fix that, so I actually have a chance?"

The thing nodded. "That is a good point...I will make it so no one blames you, that way you can be free to do as you please. My final offer. Now, if you wish, kiss me and make this deal a reality." Gulping, he kissed her, softly, and before he knew it, his soul burned in his chest, binding him to his word. "It is done. Now, for your books..." She snapped her fingers, and a satchel formed in her hand. "There are three books, on the basics of magic and some more advance things, spelled to ensure people won't just steal them. I added some supplies, since you have no magic to speak of yet, free of charge. Now, you if you plan on making your own way, I would run off, people are going to find him soon.:"

"Thank you..."

"Oh and there is a book on the creepy crawlies, myself included, just to make sure you stand a chance of surviving. Don't want you dying before you prove you're worth the investment." She vanished then, leaving him to run off into the night, ignoring his father's corpse, having just made a deal with what he was sure was the devil...

He was Mark Campbell, and this was his story, starting then, he was free.

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was a joy to write.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.