[ WP ] `` You may have one wish granted . '' `` I want all my debts cleared . '' `` How much do you owe ? '' `` You misunderstand . My debts are not monetary . ''

I woke up in a haze. Just minutes before I was riding my motorcycle, having the time of my life. Thinking about the sudden tires screeching, and the warmth that went through my body at the last moment before I blacked out made my head hurt. I was in an all white room, everything was so clean. I realized in my daze that my clothes were dirty and my boots were leaving muddy prints on the bright white floor. I looked down and I was in my army uniform. Dirty, cold, and tired. 
 
 Then he appeared. 
 
 `` Specialist, we've all been eagerly awaiting your arrival'' Satan said. 
 
 `` Wait what? This CAN NOT be happening? Where am I? Why am I in uniform?'' I asked frantically. 
 
 `` You see'' Satan said as he paced around the room 
 He stopped. Turned to me, and his blood red eyes pierced my very soul. 
 
 `` You should be dead, and joining the man upstairs, but as it would appear, you are n't going to die today. And you might not be fit for that. Hence what you're wearing. You remember that day do n't you?'' 
 
 Suddenly the flash hit me, 
 
 Running down the road, bullets flying everywhere around me, screaming. Oh god the screaming. It wouldnt stop. We moved positions and started to return fire, as we gained some ground we advanced up. indirect fire landed on our position rattling me, my ears rang, and my vision blurred. 
 
 As I regained my composure I set up to return fire. And that's when i saw him. A man, much less a boy, terrified, but holding a rifle and firing upon our position alongside his compatriots. I managed to flank somewhat and get over to his left side. And that's when I did it. To this day I remember the smell, the way the air, sand, and dirt whipped around in my peripheral vision. I raised my rifle, and fired. Suddenly the man dropped his. Turned to me, his eyes wide open. He stepped twice towards me. I could see the blood through his shirt, he fell to his knees, chocking, convulsing. Gasping. Holding onto the very last shred of life he had. I hid behind my cover. I could n't look anymore. 
 
 When the fire stopped I realized what I had done. My friends congratulated me, but it was almost as if I'd lost a piece of my self in committing this act. 
 
 And like the snap of your fingers the vision stopped, and I was back in the room. With him. 
 
 `` Why are you doing this?'' I said tears in my eyes. 
 
 `` Because, I want to help you.'' He replied. 
 
 `` I want to give you the chance, a one time.. get out of jail free card. I'll wipe your debt clean. It'll be like that never happened. And if you're good. The man upstairs may just take you'' he smirked. 
 
 `` For what then? What do you want?'' I said, confused. 
 
 `` I do n't want anything'' 
 
 I stammered with my next words. It was hard to compartmentalize my thoughts in this room, and the very picture of evil standing before me offering to wipe the very thing I regretted most in life from the slate. 
 
 ``... O... okay, please. I ca n't take living with this pain anymore'' I choked. 
 
 He smiled. `` Good. But'' He opened a book, placed his hand on a page. `` Be careful what you bargain for'' 
 
 And before I could protest or reply it was like an old television turning off, my world stopped. What felt like days past and suddenly my breath returned to my lungs. And I was thrusted back into the land of the living. laying in the street, surrounded by paramedics and fireman. The crumpled up hunk of steel that used to be my Harley, wrapped against a telephone pole and the car that hit me. 
 
 `` Hey buddy! You're going to be okay!'' They screamed to me in my half lucid state. 
 
 They were wrong. 
 

