Dark Deal. Flash Fiction.

Jenny tried to breathe shallowly, the air was thick with the smell of blood. Around her were piles of meat and chunks of viscera, she walked along the thin path, looking straight ahead. The floor wasn’t as slippy as she expected, given the thick, generous coating of blood. Her stomach rolled as she glanced down and saw the face of Mr. Smith, he had been her Math teacher when she was a girl. She felt saliva fill her mouth, a second later she started to heave. When she was done vomiting she stood and wiped her mouth, it would all be over soon, she just had to get through this.

She paused at the door, her hands were shaking. She reached out and grasped the handle, willing herself to pull it open. Finally she twisted and knob and pulled, a wave of thick, hot air washed over her, it smelled rancid, of blood and rotting. She felt her stomach clench again, but she didn’t throw up. She took a slow step into the room, scanning it. Ahead was a chair that seemed to be made of limbs, upon it sat a tall creature, its skin was pure white, with swirls of red where blood had been painted on. Its eyes were a bright green and seemed to shine in the dim light, Its limbs were thin and skeletal. It smiled at her revealing a row of sharp, white teeth. “Ah, welcome. I was wondering when you would arrive.”
“I’ve come for my payment.”
“Yes, and a well deserved payment it is. You certainly brought me tasty morsels.”
Jenny nodded, “I gave you what you wanted, now I want what’s mine.”

“Of course, you will get exactly what you deserve, nothing more, nothing less.”
Before she could even flinch the thing was beside her, one long arm wrapped around her shoulders, a thin finger stroking her cheek. “Yes, you did very, very well my dear.”

One of its hands snaked out and caressed her belly, “Life for life. That was our deal.”
She felt a sudden cramp.

“There. All done. See how easy that was?”
She nodded.

“Is there anything else you desire?”
“No.”
“A pity. But I’m sure I can find someone else.”
It moved its arm from around her and in a blink was back on its chair, lazily it waved one hand at her, “You may go now.”

Jenny left quickly, scurrying from the building. She didn’t know what other deals it had made with people, but it must have been a lot. Her job was easy, all she had to do was bring Josie out here. Jenny had no trouble sending that bitch to her death. Not after everything she had done.

As she walked to her car she passed a man, she didn’t recognise him, a young woman walked beside him, Jenny kept her head down, they didn’t speak, but they both knew what was going to happen. As she sat in her car she felt a pang, how many people had that thing killed? How many would it kill before it stopped? Her hand went to her stomach. She had gotten what she wanted, if it could give, perhaps it could also take away. She started the car and began to drive. Tomorrow she would leave, go somewhere far, far away from that thing and its dark deals.

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About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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2 Responses to Dark Deal. Flash Fiction.

  1. Creepy creature! But well realised. Cool story 🙂

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