The+Devil+and+David+T.

__The Devil and David T.__

David left for a long road trip, driving alone to the west coast, but what David T. was unaware of was that he wouldn't be making it to the west coast, nor would he ever be returning home. On the last leg of the trip, David wound up lost in the scorching hot desert. He began to feel nervous, quickly acknowledging that he had a half tank of gas, he then frantically realized that his phone had no service. After a few hours of driving aimlessly he began to loose his patience, he hadn't seen a road sign in hours, nor a car, nor a recognizable land mark, just the vastness of an empty desert.

Then, a blurry black image appeared in the distance. As the mirage like object slowly came into focus, David realized that it was a person. It was a man in a black suit, and a silver brief case was held in his hand and he wore a black hat which shaded his face. The man had his thumb out, standing patiently in the undisturbed desert like a cancerous tumer. Suddenly without warning, an uncontrollable instinct took over David, causing him to jerk his car to the shoulder, slowly stopping.

With his face covered in sweat David muttered, “Do you need a ride?”

The man's mouth made out a smile underneath the thick darkness appearing over his distorted face, replying, “Yes. I'll jump right in.”

David pushed quick on the gas, speeding into the lifeless abis.

“Where to? I can't seem to get anywhere. Hopefully you know your way around here.”, David said to the man.

“Well, I'm just fine where I am,” said the man, “do you know who I am?”.

“No idea. I just really need to get back on track, I am far behind schedule and I need to be getting on my way.”, David said with little confidence.

The man snapped, “Well, I am the devil himself, and you best listen to me.”

At that very moment David's back began to tighten, he then looked at the amount of gas he had and it continued to read a half tank of gas. His palms sweat as he tried to get a better look at the man's face. The shadowy face came into vision, revealing a demonic smile with glowing white teeth, his toil worn skin produced many wrinkles and he had a long twisting nose, along with jet black skin and hair. David attempts to speak, but nothing comes out.

“Don't be frightened,” said the man, “I just want to make a little deal with you, it is only in your best interest, and you really have little of choice.”.

David's ears perked and he began to pay great attention. The devil told David that he was in a mind loop, making it so there is no way out of the desert or out of his supressed thoughts, but with obedience there may be a way to freedom. In order to obtain this freedom David would have to participate in a little game of his.

David reluctantly agreed and the Devil spat, “Take the next exit!”.

Before David could think twice he saw the exit appear and he turned off the road he was stranded on for so long. The Devil snickered as David's face was in complete confusion. Now David was driving on a 4 lane highway not 2, but there was still no traffic.

The devil told David that 5 miles down the road was his destination, if he makes it there, he will be back on track, with no loss of time, and it will be like nothing has ever happened, but if he doesn't make it, he will drive aimlessly in the scorching hot desert for all eternity, with no company or any form enjoyment, material or mental. Right away David pushed hard on the gas and sped into the direction of his escape, but moments later he saw a black hearse appear in his mirror. David knew this only could mean something bad, for he was up to date on all of his horror cliches. He desperately needed to make it out of this and this was his only chance, but as he gained speed, the hearse gained more and quickly was tailing him. The hearse began to crash into the back of David's car, causing him to temporarily spin out of control. David screamed, “Make the car stop, or I will never make it!”, “You aren't supposed to ever make it out David,” laughed the devil. Instantly afterwards David swerved and crashed into the other car, spinning out of control, causing him a powerful smack into a cement wall.

Once the car reached it's full potential of immobility, David slowly forced his eyes open, staring at the landscape presented to him. The empty highway, the hearse in the distance, his smoking car, the distant laugh of a demonic figure, all compiled together forming his twisted reality. As his eyesight came fully into focus, his entire world started to shake, fragments of his reality started to split apart, ending their existance. While his material world was destroyed before his eyes, his mental state began to deminish, as he lost all understanding of what he once perceived as real.

Just as fast as David Terret crashed he was engulfed into a totally blank existance, lacking all forms of matter, for he was in a dimension made purley of sound. As David tried to make sence of his situation, his thoughts echoed in his consciousness.

A voice rang out, "Your existance is the figment of the imagination generated by a lost soul. As your time passes, you are under the perception of growth and progress, but this is a misunderstanding."

David attempted to respond, he wanted to defend his understanding of what was real, "n-n-n uhh", but he couldn't make out sounds with relevance. He was feeling even more disconnected now than he ever did. David could almost feel his perception of reality being forcefully ripped from his consciousness, his thoughts sharply stopped, the silence stung.

"Why does your inability to feel scare you more than hell?!", screamed the Devil.