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David T. Brother Tom American Literature 26 November 2007

The Devil and Mike L.

It was your ordinary day, and Mike L. was on his monthly visit to the City of Chicago. He was planning on visiting his friend that lived down in Chicago. He woke up early on this Saturday morning so he could get ready to go to Chicago. He got in his car and was on his way into the city. It took nearly an hour to get to Chicago from his house, and that was on a good day when there was no traffic. Today was a good day and there was hardly any traffic. Mike eventually made it into the city and he made good time too, it only took him 45 minutes. As he drove around in the city, he became lost, when he was looking for his friends house. He reached into his pocket to grab his cell phone so he could call his friend to pick him up, but when he reached into his pocket, there was nothing there. He must have left his cell phone on the counter when he rushed out this morning.

“Out of all the days in the year, why did I have to forget my phone today?” Mike thought to him self as he drove around in the city.

Mike continued to drive around. All of a sudden he heard a rattling noise in his car. He looked down at the speedometer and saw that he was out of gas. Mike got out of his car and looked around. He was in an alleyway on the south side of Chicago. He started to walk around. As he walked down the dark alleyway a chill ran down his neck, he felt cold. He thought this was weird because it was in the middle of July and was supposed to be 80 degrees today. He kept walking though, down the dark cold alley. Eventually he came to a dead end. He realized he had to turn back. As he turned around a man appeared before him. This man had a pale face and hair as dark as night it self. This man was also dressed in a black suit, with a black shirt, and a black tie. In his left hand was a cane that had a silver skull on the top.

The man began to approach Mike. When the man and Mike were only two feet away from each other the man spoke, “Can I help you?”

Mike stood there for a moment and then replied “Yes I am lost could you help me find my friends house.”

The pale man laughed. He then said “What if I helped you a little more than give you directions to your friend’s house.”

Mike stood there confused, “What do you me...’’

“Power my boy.” The Man interrupted him. “I can give you power beyond your wildest dreams. I will give you the power to rule this city and no man or woman will ever stand in your way.”

Mike interested in what this man was saying, asked him “What are you talking about?”

The man responded “This whole city will be yours, all I ask from you is that you sell me your soul.”

“Who do you think you are the devil?” said Mike.

The man smiled “Yes, yes I am.” Mike started to back up until his head hit the wall of the dead end of the alley. “So how about it boy, I give you the city and you give me your soul.” Mike thought about this hard. Mike was never really into the whole idea of religion, but he knew this offer was too good to let pass him by. The devil then reached out his hand, and Mike looked at that hand for about 30 seconds. Then Mike reached out his hand and shook the devils hand.

Then at the exact same time Mike and the devil said “Deal!” and the man disappeared immediately.

Mike then began to walk out of the alleyway, wondering what he had done. Should he have really made that deal with the devil, and would that deal really work. He finally reached the end of the dark alleyway, and walked into the street. It was windy now, and a newspaper blew at his feet. Mike looked around, he saw his picture everywhere. Every single wall had his name on it. He was not sure how but somehow he was now the king of Chicago. As he walked down the street people greeted him and even bowed to him.

Then a black limo pulled up to him and a man inside rolled down the window and asked him “Where do you want to go sir?”

Mike was not sure who this man was so he asked him “Who are you?”

“What are you talking about sir? I am your personal driver.”

Mike then said “Oh, yes you are.” Mike then got in the car and said “Just take me home.” On the way to where ever it was that he lived he asked the driver, “How did I become king of the city?”

The man laughed and said “You have always been king sir.” Mike looked out the window and then the car stopped. “We’re here.” said the man."

Mike looked out the window at a huge house and said, “This is mine.” and he walked out of the car and went into his huge house. The deal with the devil had worked.

Years passed on, and Mike was still the king of the city. He controlled everything that went on in the city of Chicago. He was one of the most powerful men in the entire world, and was surrounded by the things that he always wanted. He had a Beautiful house and lots of money. Anything he wanted was his all he had to do was just say he wanted it. However, Mike was not happy. Know matter what he did he was not happy, he could buy himself anything he wanted and give anything he wanted away, but was never happy. Meeting with the devil had given him power but knowing what awaited him after his power was all gone was eating at his insides. Mike became paranoid with in his old age. People began to think he was crazy. Before you knew it, the people wanted Mike to leave the city. He was beginning to wreck the city not make it better. As Mike was coming nearer to the end of his power, he sat in a chair in his mansion alone. It was storming outside, and then he felt a chill go down his neck again. This chill was the same chill that he felt so many years ago, he had almost forgotten it. Then a flash of lightning struck out side his window, and the devil appeared before him. The devil’s appearance had not changed at all.

Then the devil stuck his hand out and said “It’s time to go.”

Mike then said “Yes it is.”