1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 1: Revenge


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    The Devil's Pact, The Hell Chronicles by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter One: Revenge Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Tuesday, August 20th, 2013 – Yoshida Emi – Osaka, Japan My body trembled as I walked past the gates of Yamamura High School. Kaori, Yumi, and Hana would be waiting. I didn't have the money. They were going to hurt me. I clutched my hand to the white blouse of my school uniform, my fingers brushing the red tie dangling down the pristine top. Why did they bully me? What did I ever do to them? Other students strode by, happy and carefree. None of them had to be afraid of Kaori and her gang. Only me. I wanted to stay home sick again, but my mother didn't believe me. “You were sick yesterday. You need to go to classes,” she declared, glaring at me, her hands on her hips, her black hair twisted into a bun. “Now, Emi-chan.” “Yes, Mother,” I sighed, tears almost brimming in my dark eyes. I forced myself to walk. The bell would ring. I didn't want to be tardy on top of being tormented. I crossed the courtyard, my shoulders hunched. I pushed back a lock of my long, black hair out of my eyes as I scanned for my bullies. No sign of them. I entered the school, removed my shoes and put them in my cubby where my slippers waited. Along with a note. You skipped school. Are you trying to avoid your debts? Kinimoto is not happy. You owe us another 5000¥. Tanadashi I swallowed. Kinimoto Kaori wanted more money. They already demanded 10,000¥. All I could scrape up ...
    was 7000¥. How was I going to get another 8000¥? Tears brimmed in my eyes as I pulled on my pink slippers, the note crumbling in my hand. What was going to happen to me today? I walked up to my classroom, 1-C, and took my seat in the back. I trembled in fear as Takahashi-sempai, my homeroom teacher, taught Japanese literature. I hunched my shoulders, trying not to be noticed as my mind whirled in fear. I barely noticed when Chie-sempai arrived to teach us math. I dreaded lunch break. My body grew tense, my skin tightening, strangling my breath as the minutes ticked by. Next was history, and Uesagi-sempai's lesson barely registered on my mind. The bell rang. Lunch. I stayed in my seat as my classmates filed out, eager to get to the cafeteria. My own lunch was packed in my bag. But I couldn't eat. My stomach was twisted into knots. “There you are,” purred Tanadashi Yumi, standing in the doorway of the classroom. “Why are you sitting in here alone, Yoshida-san?” She sounded so innocent. “Why don't you come eat with us today.” Yumi's sweet voice hid the venom of her words. “Yes, sempai,” I whispered to the older girl. I had no choice. I stood up, grabbing my bag and trailing after the bully. Her black hair fell in a pleated braid down her back, reaching to her gray skirt. I wiped my sweaty palms on my own, matching skirt as we walked to the stairs that led to the roof. “You found her,” giggled Kishima Hana, a haughty smile on her plump lips. Her narrow face was framed by short, ...
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