A Deal with the Devil

Chapter 1

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A/N: Alright ladies and gents next story is here, that being said... it is going to get dark and I mean real dark. Warnings for graphic situations, language, violence, torture, and sexual assault. Basically, this started off as a "I should write a dark story like my last fanfic" and turned into a "I should write about how dark and messed up life can turn into when I go into the depravity of the human mind."

Obviously, this is very AU, character ages and personalities have been altered at my discretion.

This first chapter is going to be rough, really rough, like as in if you have triggers concerning sexual assault or any of the shit that goes along with it you might want to reconsider reading this.

***ADwtD***

"Hey brat! Get in here and grab me another beer!"

A sigh escaped Chloe's lips, she couldn't exactly decide whether it was impressive or depressing that she could judge how many drinks her father had downed based on the amount of slur in his voice. From the annoyed tone, however, it was clear he wasn't close enough to 'passed out drunk' for her to ignore him.

Walking out of her room the teenager let a sigh escape her lips as she made her way into the kitchen. Ignoring the pile of dirty dishes and trash left in the sink, on the counter tops, and even on the floor, the blonde pulled open the fridge and retrieved another can of the cheap piss-water.

"Hurry up I ain't got all day."

Chloe rolled her eyes, "Oh yes, because you have such a full schedule..." she muttered before walking back into the living room of their mobile home.

"What did you say?" her father snapped, leading to a shake of her head.

"Nothing dad, here's the beer you ordered." The sarcasm in her voice was lost to the man, who merely grumbled about how she had taken her time and how ungrateful she was to have a place to live.

Ignoring his grunts, the college student returned to her cramped room before falling onto her bed, muffling a scream into her pillow. It was days, hell months, like this that made her regret not pushing harder to live with her mother. At the time though, years before she had even been in high school, it had been a clear choice. Her mother was constantly moving around looking for her next 'big break' as a 'movie star' and he was a police officer with a steady job and place to live.

Then her father had been injured on the job and had been forced onto disability for a few weeks. Those weeks turned into months, which eventually morphed into years of scrapping by. They had been forced to sell the house and his car to make ends meet and support his growing drinking habit. Soon after that it had been her college fund and savings account that had been given up.

It was around this time, her sophomore year of high school, that Chloe decided to try and contact her mother. Clearly, she was not getting along with her father, he had developed a temper due to being out of work and drunk so often, and she had barely any friends at the school she had been forced to transfer to when they had moved. There was little information concerning her other parent, just a few nondescript post cards mailed to her on the occasional birthday, or a few weeks afterwards. Finally, she had managed to contact her through a series of studio references she had found online. When the woman had picked up Chloe had attempted to greet her, to make small talk and lead up to asking her about moving in when another voice had shouted in the background for someone named 'Candi' to "lube up and get ready for your scene". Her mother had promptly wished her good luck with school and hung up the phone.

That had been the last time Chloe had tried to reach her mom, or even heard from her even via mail, and was positive that the woman was either a stripper, pornstar, or both.

After high school she had secured a part time job for the summer and applied to several colleges, only to be turned down by all but the closest state university. Even then she had been sorely pushed to make her tuition, especially when she had found out her father had been stealing what little money she was making from her room.

As for school itself? Chloe Decker both loved and hated it.

On one hand it was a chance to get away from her life of misery, to escape the situation she was stuck in at home. Any chance to spend a few hours away from her father quickly becoming a blessing.

Then again it was also riddled with the same bullshit she had dealt with in high school. Cliques, popularity, gossip, and worse filled the halls. She had done her best to ignore it, but occasionally she would still be dragged down into the dirt with the rest of her classmates.

***ADwtD***

"Hey hey hey there's miss C-Lo."

A smile made its way onto the blonde's face as her walk across campus the following morning was interrupted by one of the few friends she had made. Ella Lopez was a very... odd girl and was a social outcast much as she was but for an entirely different reason, most of their area was very predominately Caucasian and the poor Latino girl and her family had only moved to town around a year before college had begun.

The turning point in their 'we both are incredibly lonely but aren't social enough to actually talk with each other' relationship was one day in Chemistry. Neither had been able to find a lab partner, not surprising, and thus the professor had forced them to pair up. That had been the start of the friendship.

Returning to the present, Chloe let out a snort at the shorter girl's ridiculous choice in nicknames. "How are you today Ella?"

"Oh you know same old, shooting the breeze, chillaxin, goin with the flowin."

Rolling her eyes, albeit affectionately, Chloe continued towards her first class, "We really need to work on your vocabulary Ella, I'm pretty sure no one says any of that stuff anymore."

"Whatevs... hey listen I was wondering if you could do me a favor."

That almost caused the blonde to stop in her tracks, it wasn't as if she wouldn't, but it was weird for her friend to even ask. Ella hadn't come from money, much like herself, and thus had always been proud of her own abilities and resourcefulness.

For her to ask meant it was a big deal.

"Yeah, of course Ella name it."

"There's... this party tonight..."

Okay, now Chloe did stop. Not only was her friend hesitant, and oddly avoiding eye contact, but she wasn't even aware that Ella was invited to parties at school. "Okay..."

"And I just... I was hoping you would come along with me."

"Uhm... yeah I guess, whose party is it anyway?"

The smaller girl bit her lip and the truth was revealed. It wasn't the party it was the host that was the issue. "Charlotte Richards..."

Fuck

Fuckity fuck fuck son of a God damn whore fuck

It had to be Charlotte fucking Richards didn't it and based upon the expression Ella's face the other girl knew what it meant too.

"I... I know you don't like her much but..."

Understatement of the fucking year. They had gone to High school together and were basically opposites. Charlotte was long legged, busty, tan, beautiful, the head cheerleader, prom queen, rich, popular, you name it. All the guys wanted her, and all the girls wanted to be her.

Chloe wasn't any of those, and the bitch seemed to have made it her mission in life to remind her as often as possible.

Ella was saying something again, and she forced herself to back to the situation at hand.

"... really sorry Chloe I just... I need to get out of my house and away from my family, and everyone in Calc yesterday was talking about it and one of the really cute boys asked me to show up and you know how bad I get around groups of people and I just want to be normal for one night and I..."

Her hands went to the smaller teen's shoulders, "Ella take a breath. Look I'm not happy about it but... I'll go with you. I just have to avoid Charlotte for a few hours, right? Shouldn't be too hard, plus I need a night off too."

The hesitant look all but disappeared, replaced by a smile, "Great! I'll even pick you up, so you don't have to drive okay? I'll be at your place at eight."

Chloe nodded, "Yeah, sure that sounds good, I'll see you then."

Waving goodbye, the blonde continued towards her first class of the day, thus missing when the smile fell on her friend's face. Once she was out of sight Ella pulled out her cell and checked the last message she had received.

CR: Well?

A moment of hesitation, knowing exactly what was planned for her friend, spiked in her gut. Seconds later she pushed it aside with her own logic and justifications, reasons she had thought long and hard about for the past few weeks.

EL: She agreed, we will be there around 8:30

***ADwtD***

It had been easy to sneak out of their mobile home, not that Chloe needed to, she was fairly certain her father wouldn't have cared enough to stop her. Still, there was a bit of a thrill to doing so and she figured it would be nice to have a little fun by rebelling.

The blonde had taken her best friend's texted suggestion on what to wear, something just a hint more scandalous than normal. While Ella had on a very short skirt and low-cut top Chloe had gone with a knee length dress that exposed virtually nothing save for her arms.

Okay, so she didn't exactly have the money for 'fashionable' or 'slutty', but it still made her feel attractive for once. Either way the driver didn't say anything about her choice, and instead chattered about how much fun they were going to have, about this being her first 'college party' and about finally feeling like an adult. By the time they arrived at the, borderline mansion, the sun had long since set and the darkness was filled with the booming of music and the screams of college students. Following the ridiculously long driveway Ella parked behind one of the dozens of cars filling the main circle, because of course Charlotte Richards would have a circular driveway in front of her house, and clicked off the engine.

"Ready?" she asked, a bit too enthusiastic for Chloe's tastes but the blonde nodded regardless of the unease that was forming in her stomach, her instincts already going off about how bad of an idea this was.

Inside was far more crowded than she thought it would be, with her apologizing almost constantly as she tried to make her way through the crowd in pursuit of the Latino girl who had charged ahead. Bodies lined the walls, and almost all the furniture was occupied by teens and young adults grinding and making out with each other. Music boomed, louder than ever, conversations blended in with the excited screams and hollers, and the air was thick and saturated with the stench of cheap alcohol and sweat.

Overall it was awful and nauseating to her, but she knew that Ella would be devastated if she didn't at least hang on for a few hours. Maybe she could just sneak outside and get some fresh air or find a bathroom to lock herself in for the remainder of the...

"Here, I grabbed one for you!" the shorter girl's excited voice managed to pierce through the background and refocused her attention to the cup being pushed into her hand. For a second a voice rang out in Chloe's head, one that sounded suspiciously like a sober version of her father, warning about taking an open drink from anyone, especially at a party. It was quickly ignored, however, and she took the plastic container from her friend, giving a slight smile of thanks in return.

Once more Ella disappeared into the crowd of bodies, leaving her to fend for herself. Making her way through she began to spot familiar faces throughout the house. Marcus Pierce, star football player, stereotypical 'jock', and generally considered to be the 'hot guy' on campus by most of the gossip, was currently surrounded by a group of girls, and other athletes, acting like the bigshot that the he was.

Nearby she also caught site of the resident drug dealer and overall creep Malcolm Graham. Chloe was fairly certain that the only reason he was ever invited to these types of events was that he would always supply some sort of narcotic either during the school year or at the get togethers themselves.

Minutes later she finally pushed through a crowd that had gathered around a 'beer pong' table and located a, relatively, empty couch. Sipping at the alcohol, and trying not to wince at the taste, Chloe simply sat back and resolved to 'people watch' for the next few hours or until Ella got bored.

Through the crowds of drunk college brats, she managed to spy something that froze the blood in her veins for a moment, Charlotte Richards and her 'perfect' boyfriend Dan. It had been surprising for Chloe, at least at first, when the two had been announced as a couple. Charlotte was easily one of the most popular women at the school and Dan had been a relative nobody from out of town… that is until his backstory had begun circulating. He was the only son of a rich businessman and his trophy wife.

Now the two were chatting it up with whoever they felt were 'worthy' of their time, utterly ignoring everyone else that wasn't in their direct sphere of acceptance. That is until Charlotte looked up and they made eye contact, just as Chloe was taking another sip of her drink.

For a second the unpopular teen swore she saw a smirk crossing the other woman's face, but it vanished before she could process the gesture and the 'king and queen' went back to chatting with their 'subjects'.

"Perfectly fine with me…" Chloe muttered to herself as she continued taking sips of her drink, slowly becoming more and more accustomed to the taste. The plan was to finish the alcohol in her cup, wait another hour or so, and then go and find Ella. What she hadn't counted on was the dizziness she began feeling when her glass was about half empty and before she knew it her eyes were closing on their own.

***ADwtD***

Everything spun, or at least she assumed it would be spinning if she could open her eyes. Instead the world felt as if it was covered in a thick fog, everything obscured and muffled. Nearby, she could just make out the talking of two girls and she almost felt as if she recognized the voices.

"I... I don't know about this. I thought you said it was just going to be the pictures."

"What, getting all high and mighty on me now? Listen if you have a problem then take the money and get lost. Go buy yourself some tequila or whatever it is you people drink, just remember what happens if you talk, got it?"

In the distance a door creaked open and closed moments later before someone chuckled darkly, this time a man, "Jeesh what a bitch, alright I'm up first because I brought the shit to begin with."

"As if, I don't do sloppy seconds to drug dealers so get in line." Another, somewhat deeper, voice interrupted.

"Both of you assholes have to wait because you are forgetting that it was my money and it is my damn house. Dan is the first to plow the slut. You two can bang her afterwards."

A sickening horror filled Chloe's gut as she felt her dress being ripped and the weight of another person laying on top of her, pushing her legs apart…

***ADwtD***

Chloe woke up hours later lying on the cold ground along one of the more rural roads. Her head hurt, scratch that, her whole body hurt, and when she finally stood, she gasped at a pain radiating from between her legs. Seconds ticked by as her mind finally cleared enough to take in enough of the facts.

A torn dress, no underwear, pain between her legs, blood on her thighs…

The blonde fell to her knees, tears forming as the implication hit her like a baseball bat to the chest. She needed help, needed someone to just be there for her. She dialed her best friend, but it went to voicemail, as did her calls to both her mother and father. Where was Ella? Why didn't she have parents that cared about her or other friends? Why didn't she just have someone!?

By the time she had finally made her way back home it was nearly dawn. Ignoring her father drunkenly sleeping in his chair she made her way to the bathroom and stood under the steaming water and scrubbed her skin for what felt like days, desperate to feel clean again.

Once she had finished, and stumbled into her bedroom, the college student fell asleep for a few hours until her alarm finally went off.

***ADwtD***

Ella was still ignoring her calls by the time she arrived at school, although that wasn't the only odd thing to be happening. She had suddenly become the center of whispered attention and pointing. Everywhere she went, even without knowing a single person in the room, there seemed to be a large amount of those paying attention to her.

Chloe felt exposed, her heart rate spiking as her pace quickened and she ducked into a nearby bathroom. Unfortunately, it wasn't empty as she had hoped it would be. The blonde didn't know the girls inside, but apparently, they knew her based upon their scowls.

"Get out of here would you? If you want to show yourself off to the whole school fine but I don't want to be anywhere near your gross slutty ass."

"Wh-what!?"

A younger girl giggled before tapping a few buttons on her cell and holding up the screen so that Decker could see it.

Chloe fought the urge to throw up as picture after picture of her appeared, all of them nude and in provocative poses. She hadn't taken those, and the few that showed her face had her eyes closed, that only meant…

She made it into the nearest stall just in time to puke into the toilet. It was like being violated all over again.

***ADwtD***

Chloe had made it five minutes into class before excusing herself, she just couldn't deal with the stares, whispers, taunts, and God knows what else that were directed at her.

The entire school had received the messages and based on the number she had seen as the sender they had been from her phone. It was a living nightmare and she knew that the only thing now was to go to the police, something she should have done last night.

She tried both of her parents on the bus ride there once more, just to talk with someone but the calls went to voicemail.

It was rather quiet when she entered the station and a few minutes later was approached by an officer, "What are you here for?" There was a certain annoyance in the man's voice that sent warning bells off in her mind, but she quickly ignored it.

"I uhm… I need to report a rape."

He huffed, "Yeah sure… alright this way." Leading her into a back room with a table and chair he grabbed a notepad and pen before tossing it onto the surface. "Write down your statement and we will put it into the system."

Without so much as another glance back he left, shutting the door behind him and leaving her alone in what looked more like an interrogation room rather than somewhere to help calm a victim down. Regardless, she steeled her nerves and pushed onwards.

An hour later and she was done.

Leaving the room, she found a nearby group of officers and quietly cleared her throat to interrupt their conversation.

"I'm… I'm done with my report."

One nodded and snatched it from her, not even bothering to look it over before tossing it onto a nearby table and going back to the conversation. Chloe stood around awkwardly for a few more seconds before interrupting once more, "What is the next step? In the investigation I mean."

A rather overweight officer gave out an annoyed sigh, "Look I'm going to be honest with you here, there isn't going to be a next step."

"Wh-what? What do you mean? I was attacked I was…"

"You were at a party, had a little too much to drink, fucked a couple of guys, took some pictures and sent them out and then woke up with a hangover. It's called 'buyer's remorse' and we sure as hell aren't going to arrest a bunch of college kids with bright futures ahead of them just because you couldn't hold your alcohol or be responsible."

Tears were forming at her eyes, "I didn't drink too much I was drugged!"

The cop rolled his eyes, "Sure you were, and yet you were conscious enough to pose and then send out pictures from your own phone, right? Give us a break."

"H-how do you know about those!?"

One of them laughed… laughed like it was a fucking joke to him, "My son goes to the college and got the texts just like everyone else did. Gotta say though, if you intend on going into the porn business you might want to consider getting implants."

***ADwtD***

On top of everything else she missed the last bus home, and sure as hell wasn't going to ask one of those bastards back in the police station for a ride. Thus, the blonde college student began her long walk back to the trailer park when it began to rain.

As the first drops hit her head she stopped, freezing in place as it began to downpour, soaking her down to her very bones.

Chloe was struggling. Struggling to keep it all together, to keep her life intact and to just keep moving forward towards the 'bright and happy' future she had always prayed existed for her. It was becoming more and more obvious that it was just another lie, another stupid dream thought up by a child trying to cope with parents who hated her, friends who abandoned her, and a life that didn't seem to want her.

Once upon a time Chloe Decker would have told you that life could only get better, that she had been at 'rock bottom' for some time and thus there was nowhere to go but 'up'.

God had she been wrong.

Through sheer will the college student put one foot in front of the other while her mind ran rampant.

Raped, victimized, humiliated, abandoned, taunted, ridiculed, and called a liar... It was as if each moment was a test to see if that would be the blow that would break her. Lord knows she wanted to; others had snapped because of less right? Others had given up and simply ended it all, went home and found their father's gun or the nearest bridge over a rocky ravine. Hell, she knew there was at least a few bottles of various drugs waiting for her at her so-called 'home'. Her father would be drunk by now, it would be easy, so easy, to swallow a few handfuls and just fall asleep. She could probably even sneak a few beers from the fridge to make them go down easier, why not emulate her 'parent' and go out with a buzz?

A sickening, defeated chuckle escaped her lips. If someone had asked her a week ago if she would ever contemplate suicide, she would have told them to go fuck themselves and kicked them in the nuts, provided they had any, but now?

Now it was less a question of 'if' and more a question of 'how'.

She had made it halfway across a small abandoned parking lot when she just gave up, put her back against a nearby chain-link fence, slid down to the ground, near a group of garbage cans no less, and simply cried. It felt like hours that the blonde buried her head into her knees, sobbing in frustration, anger, and just pain. Chloe was tired, just so tired of trying to keep it all together, of putting up with one thing after another and forcing herself to keep pretending as if everything was going to be okay, as if everything was okay.

Eventually, though, she managed to exhaust herself, and dry up her tears despite the rain. With another defeated groan she slowly picked herself up off the ground, wobbling a bit as she did so, and prepared to continue her journey back to the shit hole she lived in.

That was when something caught her eye, maybe it had been a flash of a light against metal as the large poles flickered on to illuminate the area, maybe it was just the odd shape, hell maybe it was just her own mind struggling for something to grasp onto. Regardless of what the reasoning was Chloe found herself ignoring her dignity and sifting through the trash, because what else did she have to lose at this point, to pull a large book into her arms.

"Forbidden Rites..." she muttered, reading the title as her fingertips grazed over the leather cover. It was clearly an old book and judging from the Pentagram on the front she assumed it was likely concerned with Witchcraft or at least Demons. "Fuck it, why not give the papers an interesting story."

It would be funny, she mused before tucking the book into her backpack and continuing towards the trailer park. Maybe her luck would kick back in after they found her body and everyone at school would think she had cursed them or some such nonsense.

***ADwtD***

The mobile home was silent and empty when she, finally, made it back. Her father's truck was gone which meant he had likely found an old coworker to go drinking with. On the plus side it meant that she didn't have to deal with the bastard, unfortunately it also meant that if she did end up dying the man would likely not receive any blame whatsoever.

"Oh well, not like it changes anything…" Chloe muttered before entering her room and throwing her bag onto the ground before rummaging through it for the book she had recently found. She didn't want to admit that there was a small part of her that was stalling, that wanted to live.

A moment later and she was perusing through the pages, glancing over pictures and instructions concerning various rituals involving demons and dark Magic. Who would have thought she would find an interest in witchcraft?

One page in particular caught her eye and had her reading a bit more into the requirements necessary to 'Summon a creature from the Pit'. Maybe it would even work, wouldn't that be a surprise to everyone who called her a 'loser' and 'failure'? She could almost imagine showing up to school tomorrow with a giant monster behind her, or maybe some sort of massive dog that she could sic on all the assholes.

Chloe shook her head, this entire thing was ridiculous, beyond ridiculous, but there was something nagging in the back of her mind, urging her forward.

She reread the page once more. It wasn't as complex as she had initially figured something like this would be. Ashes from a fire placed in a pattern, a few drops of blood, three verses spoken in some language she couldn't understand but luckily could Google to figure out the pronunciation for.

Twenty minutes later and the ritual was complete, and then she waited, and waited, and waited a little while longer. But there was no earthquake, no raining of blood or spontaneous fire, no monster of living shadow rising from the floor. Chloe shook her head, not sure of what she had truly been expecting from a book found in a pile of garbage of all places. She idly considered using more blood, worst case scenario was that she bled out right? Not a big loss at this point.

Instead she let out a tired sigh, she needed to sleep, and maybe take another scalding hot shower afterwards.

"Speak of the devil..." she muttered with a snort as she wearily rubbed at her eyes.

"And he shall appear" Another voice finished.

***ADwtD***

A/N: This will probably be the closest I get to writing a rape scene, after working on it for several days I've come to the conclusion I just don't really feel comfortable writing this type of stuff, at least not right now. Maybe it is the hint of realism to it, but it just made my skin crawl. Luckily this will likely be the only sexual assault taking place in this fanfic.

Short note on update frequency, I have always tried to have a relatively normal and short schedule, but this story has already caused me some issues getting through just this chapter and my life is starting to just throw shit at me all the time. I am going to TRY and update once every two weeks but don't hold me to it…