I find this story sad, and I made it! Idk, I'm crying right now because of it. Then again, I'm a emotional guy. Anyways, Please let me know how you guys think of this story!

Danny plopped on the bed as he for the first time slept alone. Duke hopped onto the bed with him and found his spot near Danny’s feat. As he yawned, he turned his head left and checked the time. It was 9:41. In about another hour, his wife would be having her transplant; Danny knew he had to rest, but the creeping thoughts welcomed him instead.

“She’ll be okay, right buddy?” Danny glanced at Duke who lay comfortably along him. He replied only with a sneeze.

Danny’s eyes quickly began to sink the more he convinced himself Sarah was going to be alright. After all the things she and Danny went through, she had to be fine. Moreover, the surgeon had a 90 percent success rate, which was reasonably high in Danny’s opinion. He drifted farther and farther into sleep. The front door suddenly knocked.

“Who is it?” Danny demanded as he sat upwards.

“Does Mr. Jenkins live here?”

Danny paused as he heard the familiar voice. He slithered out of bed and put on his slippers. Was it an old friend, he thought. If so, why would he be knocking at the door so late? “Coming.” He replied.

He walked down the steps and through the peep hole. He saw the face of the man and his heart nearly stopped; Danny cracked the door open and met the man’s face, disoriented. “Ah, it is good to see you again Mr. Jenkins,” the man greeted with a slight chuckle. He tipped his hat before continuing. “I should tell you, it wasn’t easy for I to find you. Navigating through such wilderness isn’t a simple task; took me nearly three hours. But never mind about myself, I see that you’re enjoying your end of the bargain, eh?”

With no other reply to think of, Danny openly admitted the truth. “I do like it yes, but…”

“But?” The man shifted his feat waiting for an answer.

Danny paused, and then looked at the man directly into the eyes. “Listen, I don’t want any more deals, alright? It was a mistake, I was a kid, and—”

“Oh, but I am not here for any more deals, I’m here to discuss my current one with you,” the man looked behind Danny. “May I come in? It’ll only take ten minutes.”


“Alright, suit yourself.” He shoved Danny out of the way and began walking to the living room, where he made himself a spot on the leather couch. Only moments later, Duke came charging down the stairs as if knowing what happened and aimed straight for Danny’s, “guardian angel”. But with a snap of a finger, Duke froze literally in midair with his teeth still showing.

Danny scooted into the corner. “Listen I don’t how the hell you found me, but you better get the hell out before I call the sheriff!”

“Oh, no no no no, you and I are gonna sit here and have a little talk,” he told as pulled out a cigar case from his coat. “C’mon, sit down…look, I ain’t gonna bite you alright? Just sit down and hear what I have to tell you.”

Danny stood cautiously up and slowly approached the man. He couldn’t help but shivering as he saw his dog hovering inanimately over the coffee table. “That’s it,” said the man. “Look, I know you’ve had a long rough day so I’m gonna make short ‘n sweet, okay? That’s better. Now that we’ve gotten all cozy, let’s talk business.”

The man snapped his finger again and Duke fell straight to the floor in a hard crash. Danny thought that Duke would jump up again and attack, but after the man flicked his wrist in an odd motion, Duke lay down almost instantly as if it were a command. Duke continued to glare and growl though, as if waiting for the man to make a wrong move.

“What did you just do,” Danny questioned. “Duke’s never lain down for anyone in his whole life.”

“Eh, it’s a universal language that’s been passed down from the family. The boss taught it himself, y’know. Anyways, about the deal.”

“Yes, the deal. What about it?”

“You made the deal with me when you were six—you were a cute fella back then unlike now.”

“Hey,” Danny squinted at the man. “I’m still good-looking.”

“Aah, whatever makes you happy kid,” He took out a cigar from the case and lit it. Danny refused it when the man offered one. “So, when you were little, you had signed a contract with me stating I would grant you a happy life for in return, I take something most valuable to you of my choice. Unfortunately, that contract has expired, and the boss ain’t a patient guy.”

Pausing, Danny glanced at him. “How do I know you aren’t just some crazy man whose trying to rob me?”

“That’s an excellent point. Well, I’m pretty sure no ordinary kook can make Cujo over there fly,” He pointed to the dog, whom let off a warning growl. His hand reached into his coat once more and pulled out a piece of paper, bound by a silky, golden string. “I also wouldn’t have this either if I were lying, now would I?”

Danny snatched the paper from the man and unraveled it. Sure enough, there was is childish signature, all signed and documented on August 15th, 2003. He continued to stare at the paper. “Impossible…What do you want? My money? The house?”

The man grinned. “I’m not here for the riches; money is practically useless where I live. We run more of a ‘bartering’ kind of society. Wealth doesn’t determine our social status there—in fact, there really isn’t any social status. We’re pretty much equals.”

“So what do you want then?” Danny questioned. His heart started to race.

“Your wife.”

Danny couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Oh my god, that’s a good one! My wife! That’s…a good one…”

The man held a serious face. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. I hear she is receiving her transplant, is she not? We are running low on souls, she’ll be perfect in recovering our numbers.”

“What the hell are you even talking about? Souls?! You make sound like as if—” He broke off and looked at the man.

“You’ve finally caught on,” The man said. He took a final puff of smoke and put out the cigar on his own forearm, returning the cigar to the case. “A deal’s a deal. You brought this on yourself.”

Danny stared at the floor in shock. What had he done?! Moreover, why would this man pick on a child so young of an age? Danny began to panick. “There’s gotta be something I can do, anything! Take me instead, but hell,” He pleaded with his soul. “don’ t let my wife pay for this!”

“The contract clearly stated your most valuable possession—and I got to choose,” he remarked. He got up and shrugged. “Well, I chose her. I believe it’s fair trade off, don’t you think?”

“You’re a monster!”

“Eh, a demon, but close enough. Oh, but don’t worry, she’ll make our master very happy, if you know what I mean?” The man evilly chuckled.

Danny clenched his fist and stood up. “You son of a b***h! I’LL KILL YOU!!” The man vanished into the ground just before Danny could make contact to him with his fist, swinging wildly at the air. A cool draft crawled into the room, and all the lights flickered out. Duke began to whimper.

Danny punched the ground as hard as he could until his knuckles started to bleed. He then stopped to grasped his dog tightly and cried loudly and hopelessly. “It’s okay boy, it’s okay.”

He sat right next to Duke for what seemed like ages, weeping in frustration, when he heard that same, irritating voice. Danny spun to the man’s direction with fire in his eyes, ready to fight. The man only leaned against the wall; he glared back at Danny as the moonlight glowed against his deceitfully innocent face while the rest of his body remained opaque. “It’s almost ten O’clock, you can catch her to say your final good-byes if you wanted to.”

Tears still loomed in Danny’s eyes. “But her surgery is in thirty-minutes, and the hospital is over forty miles away!”

The man pulled out a silver pocket-watch and flipped it open. “Tick-tock, tick-tock.”

Scrambling to his feat, Danny ran to the kitchen. He threw all the drawers to the floor in search of the keys. With the lights out, sight was almost impossible and he had to use his hands to find them. “C’mon, c’mon, I know you’re here somewhere.”

It took him five precious minutes to realize they were still at the front door.
“No, get out of here Duke, you can’t come,” Danny shoved Duke back into the house and slammed the door shut. He didn’t even think about locking the door; all he needed to do was get to the hospital as fast as he could.

Danny hopped all the steps and sprinted to the family’s Camaro. He put the keys into the ignition, but the car fought to start. “Oh, god, not now! Start damn it, start!” The car suddenly whirled to life, and Danny set the stick to the Drive position.

Danny drove over a hundred miles an hour through the barren town streets, making constant sharp and deadly turns. He ran off the road countless times in only a minute, but he’d rather die trying than live with a coward’s choice.


“So, did you hear about Justin’s divorce?” One of the sheriffs asked. It was a late night shift, and there hardly was any action, so Dylan and Jake just simply talked the whole time.

“No I hadn’t,” Jake admitted, he took a sip of his black coffee. “What happened?”
“Well, he got gettin’ freaky with the mailwoman.”

“What?!” Jake was shocked. “Oh whoo, man! I know that guy’s got game, but damn! She’s a hard one to get with.”

Dylan almost choked on his coffee as he remembered something. “Dude, did you know she’s a tranny?”

“No freakin’ way man. You serious?”

“Yeah, Justin told me that right after the divorce case.”

“Woow, that sucks,” Jake said as he leaned back into his chair. “If you’d ask me, that must’ve been a pain in the a** to find out, eh?”

They both started to crack up right before a loud roar zoomed passed by them. Dylan dropped the cup on the floorboard, causing in to crack and spill all over the place. It startled them both, and the first action of the night was finally in place.

“Dylan, wire us in!” Jake ordered as he started the car and flipped the siren on. “Tell them where on a high-speed chase headed Eastbound on the 45.”


Danny realized he was being followed as he caught the blue and red lights in a fair distance behind him. “God damn it, I will see Sarah if it’s the last thing I do!” Danny stepped on the gas as far as he could. The lights of the city was nearby, he would need only a few minutes more before he could reach the hospital. Right at that moment, a song came on the radio station. It was their favorite one:

Sometimes in our lives
We all have pain, we all have sorrow

The nurse at the hospital came in Sarah’s room and turned off the television. “Are you ready for the operation Ma’am?” The nurse politely asked. Sarah nodded.

But if we are wise
We know that there's always tomorrow

By the time the city lights were visible, 2 more cop cars joined the chase and a helicopter was heard flying nearby. Danny dodged traffic and drove onto the opposite side of the street, narrowly missing cars as they honked and beeped in rage.

Lean on me when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on

The man watched as they began to unhook the wires to transport Sarah to the designated area. He flipped his silver pocket-watch and stared at the time. After a while, he tilted his head and tapped the watch.

For it won't be long
'Til I'm gonna need somebody to lean on

Danny ran the red light like a Wildman, but at a price: when he did, another driver hit his rear end and caused him to spin out of control. He fought furiously to regain control over the car, as the tears slowly came fading back. By some miracle, he managed to do the impossible, and he was back on his way toward the hospital.

Please, swallow your pride
If I have things you need to borrow

“Okay, we are going to take you downstairs for your operation, okay?” The nurse told.

Sarah shed a tear. “Alright.”

“You’ll be okay, trust me.”

For no one can fill those of your needs
That you won't let show

“Spikes are deployed,” The operator told the officers. “Suspect will be approaching on Lincoln Boulevard.”

Dylan looked at Jake, who looked back and nodded. “Let’s take this son of a b***h down.”

Lean on me when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on

Danny was driving when all of a sudden he heard his tires popped. “Damnit! Sarah, don’t worry, I’m almost there…Just one last good-bye is all I want.”

For it won't be long
'Til I'm gonna need somebody to lean on

The nurses began to roll her out of the room and began walking to the right. The man followed and pulled out his cigar again, knowing it was almost time. He caught up to Sarah and looked at her fearful eyes, wishing she had Danny by her side. The man almost pitied her.

If there is a load
You have to bear that you can't carry

“Whoo! Yeah! That did the trick.” Jake pumped his fist into the air. “Only a matter of time before this b*****d is brought to justice.”

Dylan looked as the driver turned right into a parking lot. “Wait, why is he heading in there?”

Jake paused. The two helicopters had the suspect on spotlight along with ten other cop cars surrounding him. “I don’t know, but we better take him out before we have the chance to find out.”

I'm right up the road, I'll share your load
If you just call me

Danny stopped the car in the middle of the lot and began sprinting as hard as he could to the door. “SARAH!”

Call me

The elevator finally hit the first floor and opened. As the nurses turned left, the man set his hands in his pockets and watched them take her away.

Call me

Danny was nearing closer and closer to the entrance. He had to get to her, just had to. “Saaraah!” He shouted once again. The Emergency Room sign was now clearly visible, and Danny swore he could see them taking her to her doom at that moment.

Ten yards. Nine. Eight. The policemen began gaining on him with gradual speed. Seven yards. Six yards.

“DON’T LET HIM GET IN THERE!” Dylan ordered as he drew dangerously close to the hospital doors.

Five Yards. Four, three two! The door slid open and Danny was about to step in—but from out of what seemed like nowhere, an officer tackled him from the left.
“NO! SARAH NOOO!” Danny pleaded. Three other officers pinned him and put the cuffs on.

Call me

The doors opened to Sarah as she could smell the freshly cleaned equipment and medical supplies.

“We’re gonna put you under anesthesia now; you won’t feel a thing.” The surgeon claimed as the medicine was injected through the IV tube.

Sarah began slowly dozing off, as one more silent cry came from her mouth: “I want Danny.”

The man leaned against the wall and watched Danny being taken away. He flipped the pocket-watch and saw it was 10:31. He cocked a brow. “Better luck next time.”

He slithered into the wall to do the job that needed to be done.

Call me.