Prologue II

I felt my back slam up against a wall, my head pounding with pain. I looked around and started to calm down from a panic attack.

I'm okay, it's okay.

I looked around the padded room and sunk against the squishy wall, landing back down in my sitting position. I looked down at the yellow straight jacket, the bright yellow being the only fun color about this place. I could feel an itch coming up my legs then, making me yelp and squirm to try to itch it. My whole body itched.

I suddenly saw a reflection of me on the other side of the room staring at the corner of the wall, another of me looking at the door, another laid out in the middle, another resting on the bed. Whose the real me? I finally found myself pacing the small boxed in room. How long have I been in here!? "Let me out!" I begged and kicked at the door. I'm going insane in here! I paced the room with dread of being in here. Something like this place will make anyone go mad. A sane person mad and a mad person sane. I started in a circle then, hearing my mirrored images counting to try to stay sane. All I've got to do is count to stay sane.

I laughed and fell down onto my back, laughing and tilting my head to the side. "Get me out of here!" I yelled. I heard a soft purr from out in the hall and then the room dropped a few degrees as the lights flickered then stopped, the sound disappearing with it. I sat up quickly, glad I done those sit ups in gym class now otherwise it would have been hard to do. I started for the door, leaning my head against it.

"Hello?" I asked. "IT'S FUCKING COLD ASSHOLES!" I yelled, picking up my language since everyone spoke like that to get their way here. It dropped about ten more degrees and I could see ice creeping up the walls. I backed away from the door and fall back down into the floor, starting to shiver. It stopped and I felt the heat return to the room before the sound of heels clicking sounded near the door and then a shadow flicked across my walls. I looked at the bottom of the door, creeped out as my hair stood on edge.

Oh man, is this another one of my hallucinations?

The lights flickered before they busted completely and the glass fell to the floor around me as I was enveloped in darkness. A purring like noise suddenly started up again and I heard it all around me before something brushed against my back then my hair. I moved away from it quickly and tried to rush to the door.

"LET ME OUT!" I screamed. "There's something in here with me!"

I was suddenly yanked back into the darkness, starting to be dragged by my ankles. I screamed out in panic and kicked at the figure. "Laurence~" I heard a voice say, purring it to where it sounded like velvet and rich chocolate. I froze up in my struggling.

"Y-yeah?" I asked. I was greeted with silence and the feeling of my ankles being held stopped. I saw a pair of bright blood red eyes watching me from in the darkness then saw a smirk grow, showing sharp, devilish looking teeth. I closed my eyes quickly, trying to catch my breath. Something gently touched my cheek then and I felt like my soul was trembling as a strong sense like I was being hunted by a predator was taking over.

"Oh, I just love tortured souls. They're truly damned," I heard the voice purr.

"Souls?" I asked softly and opened my eyes slowly.

"Beautiful," the voice whispered and then the feeling slowly trailed to the side of my neck then my chest till it was right over my heart. "You smell so good. I could sense your devastation from the depths of hell~"

"Hell?" I asked and laughed in disbelief.

"Don't believe me?" The voice purred in amusement and suddenly it felt like my heart was burning as screaming sounded from near me. "I am from Hell itself. I'm the demon that comes in the night and gives mad dreams- the demon that follows the insanity trails and the tortured souls. I could feel you crying out all the way from Hell~ You summoned me." I blushed and closed my eyes tightly.

"Hell is true?" I asked softly, scared out of my mind now.

"Oh yes, the monsters under your bed are real. The murderers on the streets are real. Hell is most certainly real, and so are demons," the voice purred and I was suddenly lifted up. I felt my bed under me in a few seconds as I was laid back. "Now... my sweet tortured Laurence~ Wouldn't you like to have a demon by your side?"

"Well..." I mumbled. "Would you get me out of here?" I asked. I heard a dark laugh then.

"I can," the voice purred to me and then I felt the sensation against my neck again, rubbing it. "But I don't do things unless I'm persuaded... so make me an offer I can't refuse."

"Well I guess...." I mumbled. "I don't have much to offer.... I'm stuck in here. What would a demon like you want?"

"Oh, many things," the voice purred and then I heard a slight growl by my ear. "A demon like me might want your body...." The voice trailed off and I felt the sensation slipping down my body slowly, trailing down it. "A demon like me might want a massacre of innocents.... A demon like me might want your soul."

"Trading my soul to get out of here is a bit unfair," I told him.

"Heh... if you think so," it purred then I felt alone and the lights cut back on. "If getting out of here isn't worth it to you and having a demon at your side till your death, then I have other uses for my time. I'll see if Jared down the hall is interested."

"NO!" I yelled quickly. "Okay, okay." I sat up trying to lure him back. "Don't go! It's hell in here." I heard a laugh then and I felt his presence returning to me. "You can have it," I told him. "My soul is my offer."

"Are you sure?" The voice purred and then I saw a dark shadow manifest in front of me.

"Yes," I told him quickly. "Just get me out of here."

"Yes Laurence," he purred and then I felt something in my hands, a piece of paper that glowed. "Sign," he ordered me, sounding eager as a feathered pen appeared in my hand, dripping with red liquid- blood. I blushed.

"Why do I have to sign it?" I asked.

"Because it seals your fate," the voice purred. "It makes your soul mine." I laughed nervously before signing my name on it shakily. It was snatched from my hand and a man appeared out of the shadow, eyes bright red with impossibly dark black hair. His skin was pale like the moon, perfect in everyway, but his fashion choices were extreme. He had on black leather stilettos that laced up all the way to his knees, stopping right under it and was wearing tight black pants and a white long sleeve shirt that was old timey looking with a dark black coat that came down mid thigh. He smirked and took his coat off, dropping it on the floor as he walked closer, his stilettos clicking on the floor loudly as his eyes scanned me with amusement and desire.

I blushed as I watching him coming for me. Why's he so hot yet dressed like a classy stripper? He looked the contract over then rolled it up, smirking with a pleased look on his face. "That's it. You're mine," he purred, his voice coming out as a sweet velvet feeling as he looked at me out of the corner of his eyes. "Nothing will save you now. Your soul belongs to the fires of hell and my desires."

"Not yet," I told him. "You've got to get me out of here." He laughed and looked at me.

"You certainly remembered that," he purred then tossed the contract, watching as it burst into flames but didn't leave any ashes behind. He smirked devilishly and then disappeared from my sight. I could hear screaming down the halls and smelled the metallic scent of blood. I sat up quickly and started for the door. Why're they screaming? The door was unlocked when I reached it, slowly swinging open for me. A woman in a nurse's outfit suddenly ran past with a panicked, fearful expression as she held her neck, a knife sticking out of it.

"H-HELP! PLEASE!" She begged, screaming for her life. She tripped and landed on the knife, driving it further into her neck and she gagged, spitting out some blood and then started to drown in her own blood. I slipped past her in horror and slipped down the hall in utter fear. There were dead guards and doctors laying on the floor, almost tripping me up as I ran.

"Yes, that's it. Run Laurence," I heard the voice purr in amusement. I started to cry as I slipped past the corpses and went for the exit signs, running straight out of them and looked behind my shoulder at the building. I suddenly hit a hard object then heard the demon purring to me. He pulled me into his arms and I felt my hair being curled around his finger as he held me against him. "My sweet tortured soul~" I buried my face in his chest quickly and sniffled. "Shhhh, that's it," he purred to me and then rubbed the back of my neck. "That's it. You're safe with me. You're going to be delicious~" I tensed up at his words. Delicious? I looked up at him quickly.

"Delicious?" I asked. He smirked at me then, the look of desire stronger in his eyes with a hint of hunger.

"Oh yes~ You're soul is mine. I can do with it what I want when you die, and I love eating my souls." He purred to me and then leaned in and kissed my neck playfully. "Of course I won't till I'm ready to eat you~" I squirmed my way away from him and took off running from him. He laughed then. "You can't get away from me Laurence. I'll know where you are every second you live." I started to panic as I ran away from him, going towards the road. "There's no point in running Laurence~" He said and laughed evilly, following me. I could hear the stilettos clicking as he walked calmly after me. I looked over my shoulder at him as I ran from him.

"Yes there is!" I told him as I managed to reach the road. I looked ahead of me and went to cross it.

"Heh... there's a car a-coming," I heard him call out just as I stepped into the road. "Your soul will be in my hands before you know it!" He laughed as he stood by the side of the road and I heard breaks screeching suddenly. I widened my eyes and looked towards the headlights and panicked, trying to dodge the car. "We're going to have lots of fun in Hell~" I heard him purr just as the car reached me. I wasn't fast enough.... It barreled into me and then jerked to the side as the hood slammed into my body and sent me flying.

The car veered off the road and crashed into a tree and I was left laying on the ground, broken as my blood began to pool around me. I felt horrible... like I was in a world of pain and that's all that existed. The demon looked down at me from above and smirked, looking pleased at seeing me like this. "Laurence~ You just couldn't wait, could you?" I looked up at him and shook my head as best as I could.

"Help me," I whispered. He gave me a sweet look and knelt beside me, a small moan escaping his lips at the sight.

"Oh, this is beautiful. I never thought that you would look like this when you died~ I'm so pleased with you Laurence! Oh my demons, you're so amazing." He gave me a lustful look then before he was leaning over me, desire written all over his face. I started to panic, my heart pounding faster with fear. I felt my head pounding in pain. "You look so great~" He looked me over and then leaned in, smelling one of my wounds before he licked my skin, tasting my blood. Another moan escaped him and I saw his eyes start to glow. I fought to stay conscious, refusing to let the sleep take me over.

"Help me," I begged him.

"Help you? Why would I do that?" He asked me and smirked playfully at me. He tilted his head then smirked again. "I could prolong your life to make your soul taste better... raise it myself~" He laughed evilly then. "You'll still die a painful death in the end."

"Please," I begged him. He smirked then and started to lean over me, looking pleased.

"Beg me one more time. I love hearing those sweet words leaving your bloody lips and broken body," he purred to me.

"Please help me," I begged and twitched one of my fingers. I could see darkness falling around him as it was hard to fight to keep my eyes open. "I don't wanna die." He laughed and then I was suddenly snatched.