"Elizabeth I know four years ago we made a deal, but now I have another deal" he turned his body away from me. Inside this box is your soul.
My heart sunk.
"Why do you have my soul Lucifer," my voice began to shake. "We made a deal you save him, you can have it," My tone hinted anger and fear. Something …show more content…
He was tall and broad he had the body structure of a football playing teenage boy teenage boy. I think that is what he is. His face was smooth of wrinkles and his eyes were almost a grey they had a slight tint of blue. They were the color of someone 's emotion while dealing with the grief of their loved one. The one thing I found odd is the fact the devil wears glasses. They were rectangular frames large on his face. They only magnified his amazing eyes.
" I don 't want it," I stared into his eyes. They were gorgeous. He staggered back as if I had punched him in the stomach. He looked as if he couldn’t catch his breath. At first he couldn’t form any words.
"Why...but it is your soul. How could someone not want their soul back," he looked like he was going to cry. Does the devil cry? I almost felt bad for him. "Elizabeth, please I need this," in an almost pathetic voice. He looked at me with sad eyes.
"Why don 't you ask someone who actually wants their soul back" I laughed, it was almost mean. It was like I was kicking his pretty body when he was down. " I know what is in that box, I know what is in my soul and I do not want it back, weather I am saved or …show more content…
I very stubborn at the time, and would only do any handwriting in red ballpoint pen. Well needless to say I lost it... again. I was searching when I made my way downstairs and found a strange man loaming in the kitchen, and the rest of my family held at gunpoint. Running all I can remember is running and the gunshots...
Dead, they were all dead. All I did was run, run from my family. I didn 't save them. After hiding under my parents bed for what seemed like hours, I walked I guess you could say walked although I felt like I floated. The bodies oh god there bodies the sight was awful. My parents we holding hands when they died. My brother, Preston, so young he was 17 at the time he was shot. He was not dead, but he was dying and dying fast no car could get here In time to save him.
"Please God, save my brother he is so younger take me please. Please take me." I held my brother sobbing as he gasped for air and blood rushed like a river out of his chest and fell like a slower waterfall onto the floor. Please somebody anybody at this time I was mad at God why would he not help me. Why would he not save one of his children."
A strange boy appeared sitting on my kitchen counter. "I can save your brother." He stated plain and monotone.
"Ple..." He cut me off before I could even get one word