Deal With The Devil || OS
“Hello?” I call out half expecting the assailant to reply. “Whoever is out there needs to quit fucking around and just come out. I’m sick of this shit.”
Instantly a shadowy figure appears out of thin air, hovering inches above the ground. My eyes widen in shock for it looks like I’m staring at something without a body… A ghost…? My grip loosens, sending the mace to the ground. Covering my mouth, I begin to back away in horror, wondering how the hell I’m going to get out of this. How do I battle? There is no way this is actually happening; it doesn’t have any legs!
“W-w-what are you…?” I quiver, blankly staring back.
Instead of answering the dark figure appears emotionless, moving forward to match my gaze. It floats inches away, revealing itself and the intimate details. I can’t help but notice that it’s actually not faceless, there seems to be some kind of mask, an expressionless one with purple highlights. I’m guessing it’s there so people know where to look when speaking?
“What do you want?” I let out furrowing my brow.
“I’m-hungry.” The figure says still resting near my face. The voice is barely louder than a whisper but yet somehow I still manage to understand what he’s saying.
“Well In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t have anything to eat!”
“Oh you have plenty.” Slowly and ominously this things head, or what I assume is his head, starts to lift. The masks painted on eyes stare at me, or rather through me. It’s as if he can see right through me and into my soul…
Without warning the figure forms a pair of hands, grabbing my left arm and ripping off my pinky finger in one clean sweep. I wail out in pain as the blood pours out of the injury. I release my bloody hand from its grip, pinching the wound and cowering backwards. The figure opens a hidden mouth beneath the mask and begins to chow down.
“Why?!” I scream, “Why did you do that?!”
“Like I said, I’m-hungry.” Something is different. He’s speaking louder now… almost as if he’s gained confidence. He talked like a frightened child before, but now it seems that’s all changed. “And you, my boy…” The hidden mouth suddenly appears once again and his largely grotesque tongue falls out and the creature begins to lick his lips. “... are delicious!”
The figure moves in, closing the distance I created between us. I try to turn around and run but as soon as I take off the figure instantly appears in front of me. There is no way I’m getting away from this thing that easy, I must think of something else.
“Wait wait wait. What if I said I can find you some food, then would you not eat me?”
This seems to stop him, or at least cause his curiosity to peak. The mask tilts to the side, as if it were a human being suffered from a bout of confusion. “You bring up an interesting proposition, human boy… Perhaps I won’t… But how do I know you if you are lying to me?”
“Because I have to kill these other fuckers if I want live anyways, might as well help you out in the process.”
I breathe a sigh of relief, somehow coming up with a plan on the fly. “Ok so lets say I go out and hunt other tributes down, if I win you can eat them. If I loose you can eat me anyways? Deal?”
The figure continues to float, still not giving away a hint of emotions, I assume contemplating my plan. “I accept your offer, human boy. But you must go now. I’m very hungry.”
Even though he said deal I still feel a bit uneasy, I just made a deal with a spirit. Not only that, I just promised that I would feed it. What have I done now? I guess I’ll never truly feel okay with what I did but maybe I can use it to my advantage. Somehow, someway, I’ll find a way to come out on top. I have to; there literally is no other choice.
“Amazing,” I say sarcastically, “My name is Alastair by the way”
“You can call me No-Face. I doubt you’ll be able to repeat my true name so lets skip the embarrassment.”
“My kind of guy…” After the words left my mouth I tilt my head and scrunch my nose in confusion. Is it a male? I can’t assume like that it’s incredibly rude. Trying to be careful as possible I pick up my mace and whip, focusing my attention to the nearby surroundings. “Wait, are you a guy?”
“I transcend gender, human boy, but for the sake of your feeble mind, sure. You may refer to me as a male.”
Holding my hand over my eyes to shield the sun, I look west across the river, trying to block out the pain from the missing finger and setting my sights on the giant windmill in the process. Last night I saw a parachute head drop there so I know someone is holding up inside. I’m sorry whoever you are, but No-Face is hungry and it’s either you or me who lives. I choose me every single time.
Pointing to the windmill, I let out a smile, “Cool beans. What do you say we find us some food, I think there is someone over there?”
“Then take us there. Be warned, if this is but a trap, I shall tear you limb from limb.”
I bring my whip to my waist and quickly tie it around like a belt, securing it for the journey through the river. I begin making my way to the water, still having no thoughts for what I’m about to do. As I reach the waters edge I somehow don't have a difficult time as I did yesterday. Maybe it’s because No-Face is literally right here hovering above me? Or maybe it’s because I know what to expect, either way I manage to power through and army crawl out of the water.
After a few minutes of gathering my thoughts, I finally arrive outside the windmill. I hold the mace behind me like a baseball bat, eager to see who rests in this windmill. With one mighty swing I blast a hole in the wooden door, making my presence known.
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