[ wp ] The killing of ten thousand people can now bring one person back to life .

My hand trembled as my pen hovered above the accounting book. The Devil had told me I could write any name in the left column and that person would come back to life. However, accounts always had to balance and The Devil uses weighted scales. For every name I wrote on the left, ten thousand people I did not know would die on the right. Was it worth it? 
 
 I put the pen down. I could n't do it. I was n't a murderer. I could n't do it. I looked at the clock. Five minutes to midnight. The Devil had said all accounts would close at midnight tonight and all transactions were final. 
 
 I thought of Lily. I remembered her warm smile; her sweet voice; her bright eyes, full of life. 
 
 I looked back at the clock. Two minutes to midnight. I picked up the pen and wrote Lily's name in the left column. I closed the book. I felt happy and sick at the same time. I lay down on the bed and watched the clock. Tick! Tick! Tick! 
 
 Finally, the clock struck midnight and the room was engulfed in a blinding flash of light. My eyes finally adjusted and then I saw her. Lily had returned to me. I rushed towards her with open arms, but suddenly I realized something. My heart had stopped. I fell forward, crashing to the floor. 
 
 `` Peter! Peter!'' Lily cried as my eyes began to close forever. 
 
 I guess I was not the only one with a book.
