Crossroads

As I walked along the road, the cold air blowing around my head. I had just lost my job, my wife had left me. I had nothing left. My life was over. I heard the legends of the cross roads, and the dangers they possessed. But I had nothing left to lose. So I figured I would give it a shot.1

I walked to the very centre. I turns around in a circle, until it was as if I could see every side of the cross roads at once. Then he appeared. Black leather pants, a leather jacket with flames on the arms. Wearing a pair of pitch black sun glasses, which to me made no sense, considering it was dark. But the thing that surprised me the most, was his skin, it had a slight tint of red. And two small bones on his forehead, that almost appeared to be horns. "Hello son, what is your name?" The main in black asked. I gave a gulp, and said "Well my names John". The man smiled and said "Hello John, would you like to make a deal tonight?" I could feel the fear running through me, as I said with fear "Ye.... Yes.... I want to be able to play the fiddle, better then anyone else." The man in black laughs and says "Alright, that can be done. But you must give me something in return. You wont really need it. Just your soul." As soon as he said it, I knew this is where the fear was coming from. This man was no ordinary man. This was the devil.2

"My.... Soul....." I said with a confused, scarred voice. The man in black still with his smile "Yes, you won’t need it, and you know what. Too be far, I will even give you 10 years before I take my payment." I was still unsure. And I saw his smile starting to fade "Look son, I don’t have all day. I have a quota to make, and if you don’t want to cut a deal then ill just leave......" as the man was ready to leave I stopped him and said "Fine! After 10 years are up.... You can have my soul!" His smile re-grew and he said "See Ya later." and with a bright flash, he was gone, and all that was left, was a fiddle, a plan ordinary fiddle. I picked it up, and tried to play, and to my surprise, I played great.3

It has been 10 years tonight, at the stroke of midnight. And by my watch, that’s in two minutes. In these past 10 years I have made a lot, I got re-married, and made sure she would have all my money when i died. I kissed my wife good-bye. And I came back to the cross roads. I only live a small walking distance away from there, to always remind me of my deal. And as the click stroke 12, he appeared. Still in his black leather pants and jacket. And he still sounded the same "Hello John. 10 years eh?" I looked him right between the eyes and said "You know it has, you son of a bitch. Now let’s just get this over with." He smiled and said "You will make for great entertainment." As a bright flash began, I heard a sound "Da...ddy?" The devil looked over at the sound, and so did I. And to both of our surprise, was my son Johnny. "Who is that?" The devil screamed, his smile gone. "My..... Son.... Johnny. The best fiddle player I have ever seen, and he is only 6 years old." It was then that I realized, the devils magic was transferred from me, to my son. But the difference was, his soul was safe. I gave a smile as I said "Loop hole!" The devil now only had sheer rage on his face as I saw a bright light. After that, I could no longer speck. I could no longer move. The devil had made me into my own personal Hell. In the body, of a golden fiddle.