Today is his funeral. The funeral of my twin brother, who killed himself after years of being bullied. I'm not actually feeling anything at the moment. It's all so surreal. He couldn't be gone but when they lower his casket in the ground, the hard reality hits me in the face like a ton of bricks. He is gone and it was all their fault. I will make them pay even if it takes my own life.

My parents act like it didn't happen. It is probably their way to deal with it but mine is very different. I start to research ways to torturing people in slow and painful ways. People began to think I was losing my mind. Maybe I was, but I was fine with it. One day, I was surfing on the web and found a weird ad. "A life for a life, make the deal."
I clicked on it and at that moment a handsome men appeared in a cloud of smoke.

'So you wanna make a deal?' He says with a big smirk on his face. I just stare at him. Where did he come from and what does he mean.
'Come up, sweatheart. I'm a busy demon do you want to make a deal with me or not?' He says while tapping his feet repeatedly on the floor. 'Who the hell are you?' I practically scream in his face. He sighs and shakes his head in disappointment. 'And here I thought you were a smart girl, Marissa Beckett.' My eyes grow big while I point at him. 'How do you know my name? Who the fuck are you?' I yell in his face again. A evil glint sparks in his eyes when he smirks at me. ' The devil of course, but you knew that already, didn't you?' I let myself relax and look at him for a moment.

I shrug my shoulders and give him a lazy smirk. 'If you are really the devil than I will make a deal with you, after you tell me all the details of course.' My voice holds a all knowing tone while I speak.
A confused sparkle glints in his eyes but he doesn't really show it other than that. 'Well, like the ad said. A life for a life. You give me one and I will give you one.' He says vague. I snort and roll my eyes at him. Yeah, I rolled my eyes at the freaking devil. 'What's the catch?' I ask him with a smug expression. He blinks and than he does it again and again. 'Didn't expect that question, did you? Well, like you said I am pretty smart.' I reply confident. He breaks out in a full blown laughter. 'You are a funny one. I have to admit that I like it. So I will be honest.' He ends his sentence with a serious tone.

'You can't get the dead back. It won't work like you like it to work but you can take one for yourself if you want. You kill a person and their lifespan will be added to yours.' I nod in disappointment. I would have liked to get my brother back but I will have to settle for revenge.
'How many can I take and what if I get wounded. What would happen to me?' I ask with determination while I stare him right in the eyes. 'Your ambitious. I like that. For you questions; you can take as many as you want and if you get hurt, it will depend on the nature of the wound. If your wound is a fatal one you will lose a life or lose your own but otherwise you should be okay.' He ends his explainsion with a wink. I smirk at him and extend my hand. ' We have a deal than, but no backstabbing or I will come after you.' I tell him with a wink and a faint smile on my face.

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A fun fact about this story?
It has exactly 666 words and that was not done on purpose.

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