The pain had subsided somewhat but it was still nagging him. Not in a painy sort of way but an irritating sort of way. 'How do you feel Mr.Fletcher?', asked a bespectacled curvaceous lady. She did not look american. With her accent, Fletcher placed her in India. 'Better than you will feel after tonight', he snarled. She said with a divine smile, 'I am not what I look Chris, I am trained in Kalari Payatu by which I can hurt you even with a single finger'. 'Ok, thats persuasive enough to keep me quiet broad, now why in God's name are you keeping me here?' said Fletcher sounding earnest. The smile faded from the girl's face, 'The world is going to end Mr.Fletcher'. Fletcher laughed and said 'So its good news after all, when do I start this ending of the world?', he rubbed his hands against each other. 'You are going to stop the world ending Chris, cheer up, we have a lot to do, by the way, am Amvi, nice to meet you', she held out her supple hand.
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This started as an SMS exercise. I felt bored and wanted to write a story but was lazy to add to the blogosphere. So I texted each "Day" of the Devil's Dance. However requests from some of my friends asking me to put it here, has urged me to do this.Do keep reading and voting. I will see which option gets the most vote by the end of each week and try to incorporate that attribute into my story the following week. Remember, those who don't vote will probably dance on hot pans before the Devil >:)
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