A Deal with the Devil.

A blanket of night falls upon the village and an unnatural silence encompasses the near perimeter. A boy, no older than fifteen, stands at the crossroads. He's dressed in a black suit, his hair scruffy and his face blotched from tears. A thousand thoughts run through his head, a string of unending feelings. That life-changing deal, sealed with a handshake. He whispers an invitation into the dark. Lightning rips open the sky, thunder booms overhead.

Standing before him is a man. A man he thought was lost to his past. The man's eyes are both trustworthy and deadly as he stares deep inside the boy; reading his thoughts, his feelings, his regret. Silent tears leave tracks down the boy's cheeks. The man cocks his head to the side, curiosity changes his features.

"But my dear boy," he says, voice thick with amusement. "You were the one that wanted him dead."