The Devil's Favour

The Missing Boy

A/N
Okay this first chapter is super quick and not in depth, bare with me here I promise it gets better than this haha

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I woke up as usual. Out of bed, do my hair, get dressed, eat, brush teeth. My mom watches me with sad eyes, says she loves me. I don't love her. I can't love her. Even if I wanted to, I feel nothing. But I say it anyway. "Love you." And as usual, soon as I close the door she begins her crying. This is my life, no love, no hate, no sadness, no happiness, nothing. This is the life of Willa Gartner.

I arrive at Wellington high school in my 2012 Chevy Impala at about 7:45, 15 minutes early. I walk into the building and head straight to the Library. Nobody at this school reads so no one will be there. We don't even have a librarian. I put my backpack on the table in the back corner and walk over to the paranormal section. I have read every book on how to sell or regain your soul. Crazy that those kinds of books would be at a high school but here we are. Nothing works. I learned at a young age how to sell it (I wasn't willing in any way possible) My crazy Aunt Ruby sold my soul when I was just 10. Accident of course, but it happened nonetheless. I just got in the way I guess. Haven't felt any emotion since then.
       I look again to see if their was any other book on the subject when the bell rang. 15 minutes went by fast. I grab my backpack and head to my first class.
Mr. Harris, twelfth grade Mathematics. My first hour teacher. I walk into the room, finding my usual seat behind Parker Reid. Parker is one of the popular people at this school. Varsity hockey team, handsome and tough. I don't know if he is handsome though, I just heard other girls talking about him. I can't feel attraction, well obviously. I'm going to stop reminding myself. Back to Parker, All the regular variables to a popular kid. He is always here on time though, never had a tardy in his life. But today his chair is empty. The rest of the students have all filed into the classroom as has Mr. Harris begins roll call.
"Gabe?" "Here."
"Jax?" "Yeah."
"Marilyn?" "Yes."
"Steven?" "Hmm?"
"Willa?"
"She's here sir." Some girl with red hair says from beside me. He goes through the list. I don't talk much, so red head over there always does attendance for me. I only talk when needed.
"And Parker is here." Mr. Harris states already turning towards the board.
      "No he isn't sir." I say in a monotone voice. "What?" He says in disbelief. "That can't be possible!"
      I shrug. As he is trying to digest the fact that Parker is absent, the loudspeaker comes on. "Attention Wellington high school students, we are sorry to say that your classmate Parker Reid has gone missing over the weekend. He was last seen around 11:00 on Friday night on Boston road. If anyone has an idea of where this child is, please contact the local police force. Thank you." The lady on speaker hung up, leaving the rest of the school in shock. Mr. Harris leaned back on his desk and shook his head. "No math today, class dismissed."
         All of the teachers held no classes today and the student body just went home.
         Before leaving, I went to a place that I had established as mine. Nobody else even knows about it. On the top of our school, there is a old electrical shed, but all the cables had long since been removed. I discovered it freshman year, and kinda just hung out there every once in a while. All along the walls are pictures of my life, some that are of when I was a baby, when I was in elementary, the day I lost my soul, and everything after that. Practically a timeline of, well, me. One picture, is of my aunt. The crazy, psychotic, black magic practiced, devil worshipper. She is beautiful. I wonder what made her lose her marbles.
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I came home before lunch so my mother was gone. On the table was a note
Dear Willa, snacks are in the fridge. I rented you a movie, I'm not going to be home tonight so you're on your own. Love you!                    -Mommy.
           I shrugged and ate a sandwich and put the DVD into the slot on our TV. I plopped down on the couch and stared at the screen.
An hour into the movie the main character's "true love" dies. She cries and cries. I guess this is the part where the audience is supposed to cry along with her. I try for the billionth time to cry and feel pain and sorrow or something. Expecting nothing, I keep trying. Then I feel a ping in my chest.
          I feel my face heating up and my ears are warm. A single tear slips down my face. My eyes widen. I lift my arms and touch the tear. "This is real!" I scream. "I'm crying! I can feel!" I jump and run and scream until I fall on the floor and laugh. I hardly notice the mist swirling around me. Black and wispy, creating a small tornado.
"Ahem." A voice coughs from behind me.
I spin around to come chest to chest with a man. He is tall, at least six feet, sandy brown hair, a dark blue hue in his eyes, taking in my presence.
"Who the hell are you?" I ask. This time it's laced with curiosity.
The man smiles at me, showing me his slightly crooked teeth, although white.
               "The names Seth, Death, Satan, or Lucifer if you will. I gave you your soul back, now I need a favour from you."
I look at Seth questionably. "Why? Like, aren't you supposed to be pure evil?"
Way to go, talking back to fucking death. A voice that definitely didn't belong to me says. I shake it away.
         Seth laughs, a light chuckle. "I am only God's fallen angel. I don't torture the residents of hell, okay? My sole purpose in hell is to keep those sinners there. You can escape from hell and wander the earthly plane again, but I can't let them go, no matter how much they cry in agony. God says he loves everybody, but apparently my people and I are an exception."
"Your people," I question. "So you somewhat have feelings for these poor souls? Oh and by the way, thanks for mine back."
      Seth's smile and careless demeanor disintegrates. To be fairly honest, he's scaring me.
Well duh he's literally death. The voice says again.
What the- who are you?
You're very own demon.
I don't want a demon! Wait you sound familiar, do I know you somehow?
No you don't, listen to Seth, he's talking.
    My attention is back on Seth. He is waiting patiently for me to focus on what he's saying. He nods his head and begins to speak.
"As you know, Parker Reid is missing. Well as this town will come to find out, he's dead. Apparently he didn't believe in the big guy in the sky, so he came down to me. But somehow he escaped hell and is back wandering on Earth. I need you to find him and bring him back to me."
"Why me?"
"Why not you?"
"How will I bring him back even if I do find him?"
"All I will say is listen to the wind."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"You'll see."
"How did he die?"
"Find out yourself."
"How the shit am I supposed to find him if you don't tell me anything?"
"It's better for you to learn somebody's story from their point of view."
I sigh out of frustration. Seth is getting my nerves. Wait HOLY CRAP this is the devil in talking about why am I so calm?!
Willa, it's okay. I'm here.
The voice calms my heart, I look at Seth again.
"And what if I don't find him?"
Seth smirked. "I get your soul back."
I gulp and try to put on a brave face. "I'll do it."
"Good. Now you have a total of 30 days to find him. Don't worry, I'll keep track for you." An eerie smile is fixated on his face. Seth has given me a mission.
I need to find the missing boy.

A/N Please do not be offended if you are Christian or a person of another faith, the demons and the concept of Seth is only for the story. I, myself am Christian, but again, only for the story.