Chapter 1


'What is he?'�
'Is it a 'he'?'�
'Where does it live?'�
'What does it look like?'�
Those are the questions Kimmi and Sean ask each other. The devil seems to come in many shapes and sizes.
Kimmi was wondering about this and posted it on a forum on the internet about those who met the devil and survived.
Only a few posted anything of any substance, but most were personal problems. One, however, did strike Kimmi's interest. The post was entitled 'The Blonde Devil.'� Kimmi read it and, like all the others, seemed like a personal problem, but then it got interesting.
This is that article:
'The Blonde Devil'�

My name is Alex Junes, and I am 35 years old. I was at my favorite bar, and I noticed that a lady was there that wasn't a regular. I asked her, and she said her name was Karrie Ward.
Now I was very down on my luck at this point in time. I had just lost my girlfriend due to personal reasons, I had lost my first job due to people acting like idiots, and my dog, which had just turned five, was hit by my ex-girlfriend. So now I had to make my move.
She was a beautiful woman. She was blonde, and her eyes were the most beautiful of blue, with very fair skin. She also had the sweetest voice I ever heard, so there was no way I could just let her go.
'Hi, my name is Alex, do you want a drink?'�
'Sure, as long as you're buying.'� She giggled at me.
'Okay, sure, no problem.'�
At this time, I thought she was putty in my hands. Little did I know, I was actually the putty in her hands.
'Hey, Karrie?'�
'Yes, Alex?'�
'I was just wondering, do you think you'd like to come over to my apartments tonight for some drinks or something?'�
'Uh, sure, why not? I've got nothing better to do tonight.'�
'SCORE!'� I thought to myself.
Unfortunately, I fell for it. At home, when I had two jobs, I also owned a 40,000$ Rolex collection.
We had many drinks at my place, and well'�.one thing led to another, and she decided to stay the night at my house. Strange thing was, she said she could give me the temporary pleasure, but it would come at a price. IT wasn't money, but she said she wanted my devoted soul, and I just said whatever, and took it as some sort of joke. Well, the joke was actually on me, because I woke up the next morning with a strange face-like tattoo on my arm. I looked for her everywhere, but she was gone, along with my watches, shoes, T.V., VCR, and my 2002 Ford Explorer. I told the police, and they weren't any help. They did a lot to try and locate her, but there wasn't even a finger print match on her.
The strange mark was no tattoo though, but it was a weird mark. The dermatologist said nothing was wrong, just a blemish, but my gut told me otherwise. I was desperate for a solution and even thought it would be a good idea to visit a weird soothsayer in the alleyways. I explained to her what happened, and she concluded that I had somehow made a pact with the devil.
That's my story, thanks for taking the time to look at this, please e-mail me back.

-Alex Jones


Kimmi took a while, and thought about it. Karrie could be just another con artist, looking for another quick buck, but where did that mark come from? 'Well, his life seems to be in pretty bad shape, I had better mail him back to console him.'� She thought to herself.

The e-mail read:
I'm so sorry that happened to you, I wish I could do something to help. But what I can do is give you some advice. Take a breather and put the pieces of your life into perspective. Try to take a vacation and think, then collect all that is important to you and sort it out. E-mail me about it later.

-Kimmi Yen

She went to sleep thinking about the whole situation. Strangely enough, she had the same recurring dream she's had for years. The dream starts with her walking through a dark, strange, and eerie forest. She knew it's a place she didn't want to be, and so she tried to do her best to escape that horrible place. As she tried to run, she heard the sounds of dry boned and dead leaves crunching loudly beneath her feet on the forest floor. She noticed each tree had a name engraved on it in writing that looked like it was etched in with long, sharp claws. She slowed down her run and started to curiously walk among the trees, examining each and every name. For a while, she hadn't seen anyone that she knew, that is, until she got to a certain tree that caused her heart to drop. The tree had the name Alex Jones on it, the same Alex Jones that e-mailed her that very night. Now she had more questions than ever before. Her thoughts, however, were interrupted by the darkest and most gruesome voice she had ever heard. 'Kimmi, your soul will soon be added to my collection!'�
With that, she had immediately had awoken in a pool of sweat. Her mother asked her if she was feeling alright as she emerged into the warm room. Kimmi told her the same lie she usually tells her. 'It's alright mom, I'll be okay, it's just a little warm is all.'�

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