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+ Sign On The Dotted Line
Abbots Lane was not a road most people would want to live on. It was surrounded by dead trees that darkened the street and stank like dead animals. However, on this particular night, a man in a business suit appeared on this road. If anybody saw him they would think that he did not belong there, which he did not, however, nobody saw him, because nobody would be caught dead on this street. He would never live here but he needs to find the man that does. Most people would call this man humble and perhaps he was but that does mean he does not have standards. However, he knew he had a job to do even if he did not want to be here. He looked just like an average businessman, however, If anybody looked at this man however they would have been mortified. The man's face kept changing races and genders going from a white female to a Hispanic man till it finally stopped at an African-American male. This was the man’s favorite form. He loved the history of the African-American people. Despite being worked to death and having no way to escape from their evil captors, they still have the resilience and strength to help fight a war and win. So the majority of the time this was the form he took.
The man hurried down the road, gravel crunching under his feet, his long hair waving in the air behind him. He was glad not to be able to feel the temperature because tonight was supposed to be a partially cold night. His favorite type of night. The colder the night is the less likely there are to be people out and about, therefore less likely he will be seen by anybody. As he turned the corner he saw what he was looking for. The house stood however it looked like it could fall at any moment. It was leading at one side and the wood was rotted. This made the businessman sad, for he knew what this man went through to get like to this point, however, his boss needed this man to agree to the deal the businessman was sent to make. What made the man even sadder was that he knew that the man was going to agree to the terms of the contract even if the price was heavy. They always do. Before he knocked on the door he looked around him. He knew that he could have been followed. He knew that he would be followed if he was caught. What he was doing was not allowed and he knew it. Any of the wanderers could find him and take him back if they wanted to. Or more accurately if they had the power to. The man smiled. He was perhaps the most powerful wanderer in decades. Which is exactly why his boss chose him for this job. Deals were his job and when his employer said he needed someone who could make deals he knew he was the person for the job. Especially since this job paid quite well. That was the only reason he wanted this job. The money. He did not care about the ethical concerns or why his boss wants what he wants. He is just being paid to follow orders.
The man knocked on the door. A few minutes later it opened. The person standing before the businessman was a disgusting individual. His beard was unkempt and he had random stains all over his shirt. He was holding a bottle of liquor in one hand and a knife in the other. Believe it or not, his man was once a respected cop who loved not only his job but his wife too. However, soon after he shot a robber he was fired. After he lost his job his wife left him with nothing but this house and soon his house fell apart and he never fixed it. The businessman knew this man’s story which is why he felt bad about making this deal but it must be done. “Are you Alex Blunt?” The businessman asked. Blunt waited for a little before answering. It was pretty clear to the businessman that Blunt was drunk. “WHo aRe yoU?” Blunt asked, “wHat arE yoU dOinG hEre?” The businessman nervously looked over his shoulder. The sooner this deal was over the better he would feel. “Can I come in?” The businessman asked politely putting back on his sinister smile. “Not till you tell me who you are,” Blunt said aggressively.. The businessman smiled. Little did Blunt know that the businessman already worked some of his magic to make Blunt talk like a normal non-drunk person again. The businessman hated slurred speech because it gives him headaches. He also could not stand alcohol. To many people are broken because of alcohol. The man before him was living proof. “Who I am is not important.” The businessman answered. “What is important is that we go inside you… home I guess, if you can call it that and talk” “However you can call me Contract” The businessman added after realizing he was being rude. It might be better if he was polite to Blunt even though he is a little barbaric. “Fine” mumbled Blunt “Wipe off your shoes”. After looking around the house Contract thought a little mud would hurt the house in fact it might make it even look a little better. The house was disgusting. There were beer bottles and pizza boxes coving the couch and tables. All around the house, there were random cigarettes littering the floor. “Watch your step” grunted Blunt. “Don't want ya getting your nice suit dirty” Blunt chuckled. Contract did not think it was very funny. The suit he was wearing cost more than Blunt probably has ever made in his life. “Is there anywhere we can talk that's you know… not covered in trash.” Contract asked. Blunt face darkened. He did not like it when people talked to him like that demanding things in his own home however he decided not to yell at this stranger. Perhaps this man had something that could help him. “Sure” replied Blunt as he knocked all of the trash off the table. “Take a seat.” Contract scowled but sat down. “So…” Blunt said thoughtfully.” what do you want with me. It's quite obvious that people like you would not talk to people like me unless you want something.” After a moment of silence, Contract spoke. “I am here on the behalf of my boss” Contract began. “And who is your boss?” Blunt asked aggressively. “Are you a tax collector?!” “No no no nothing like that’ Contract sighed. This man was starting to annoy him. Of course, Contract could just kill him but killing Blunt does not help with his assignment. Plus then the librarians might notice that something's up and his boss would not like that. Especially if he uses his magic the Jailers might be notified. He would not go back there, never again. “Listen I don't have much time,” said Contract. “I am here to make you a deal.” “What type of deal?” asked Blunt suspiciously. Blunt never trusted making deals. He's seen too many of them broken.“It's simple really” explained Contract. “We will give freedom. We will take you away from here to a place where no one will find. We will give you almost limitless money. You would be able to live an amazing life.” Blunt's eyes widened. Could this man do that? Could Blunt finally have what he wants? An amazing life? “However” Contract continued “there is a catch in exchange for us helping you we need something in return from you.” “What is it?! I’ll do anything?!” Blunt practically yelled. “We only want one thing.” Contract said “Your soul.” There was a silence so quiet you could hear a pin drop. “My soul,” said Blunt quietly. “Could you even do that… Prove it!” “Alright alright, it makes sense that you would be skeptical.” He held out his hand and it caught on fire. “Does that prove it to you?” Blunt was dumbfounded. “Bu-t b-ut if I don't have my soul how could I even live?” Blunt stammerd.“You can live without your soul” explained Contract. “The soul just helps you feel emotions and empathy, you know stuff like that” Blunt was deep in thought. If you took this deal he would have the life he always wanted but for the price of his soul. Could he do that? Contract put a piece of paper on the table. “All you have to do is sign on the dotted line.” Contract said. Blunt picked up the pen. He took a deep breath and signed. Contract and Blunt stood up and they shook hands. After Blunt let go he felt something stirring inside him. The last thing he remembers is seeing the evil look in Contract's eye. Blunt then realized the terrible mistake he made and realized he may never get the chance to reverse it.