Chapter 2: The New Rider
-Ten months later (July)
Pogue was lying on his bed half listening to the news as he waited for Caleb and Reid. Tyler had gotten some kind of an illness after he came back from vacation in Africa; the illness threatened his life. Pogue turned his attention to the TV as the reporter began speaking about a series of gruesome murders that had started a few months ago. Pogue gapped at the location of the newest slaughter. It was at a bar that Pogue had been to a few times further up state.
After a while Pogue turned off the TV and grabbed his phone. He knew that they didn't have anything to add to the murder case and he was sick of waiting for Caleb, so he dialed Caleb's number.
"Hey Caleb, I'm going to go ahead and drive up there myself."
"Alright, We'll meet you there." Caleb replied. They ten hung up and Pogue left.
As Pogue was driving down the road, he closed his eyes and let out a deep yawn. When he reopened them, there was a man standing in the middle of the road not to far ahead. He swerved to avoid the man and ended up wrecking. While he lay injured on the ground, the man approached him. "Pogue Parry, we meet at last."
Pogue started getting up. "Who the fuck are you and how do you know my name?"
"Temper, temper Pogue." The man mocked. "What if I told you that I could take away your friend's sickness?"
"I would STILL ask; who the fuck are you and how do you know about that?"
"I know all about you and your friends Pogue." The man grinned.
"Answer my damn question, who are you?" Pogue growled, his temper boiling over.
"I am Mephistopheles, you would know me more commonly as the devil." He said. "And I have a proposition for you."
"And what would that be?" Pogue asked.
"I will cure your friends sickness if you serve me as my rider."
"Your what?" Pogue questioned.
"It's sort of like a warrior." Mephistopheles said vaguely.
"Do I have to sign my soul over or something like that?" Pogue asked.
"Something like that." Mephistopheles smirked. "What do you say?" He asked holding out the contract. "If you don't he will die within a week."
Pogue hesitated for a second; he then cut his finger on the sharp metal and signed away his soul.
"I will call on you sometime in the near future and you will answer and fight for me as my rider." Mephistopheles said. "Until then." He turned and vanished.
Pogue picked up his bike and drove off to the hospital. When he got there and entered the room, Caleb stopped him; his eyes were glazed over with tears. "H-he's better. The virus is clearing out of his body. He's going to be okay." Tears of joy fell from Caleb's eyes as Pogue held his friend in his arms. He looked over at Reid who was trying so hard to suppress his tears as he held on tight to Tyler's hand.