As soon as they neared Morph's place, Chris knew something was not right. Amvi went to the door and knocked on it only in vain. Chris said, 'Don't bother he is not here, lets look if he has left willingly or unwillingly', without a moment's hesitation he struck his burly shoulders against the meagre wooden door which only fell into pieces. Once inside it was evident that there had been a struggle. Chris picked up some kind of ball 'Looks like somebody wanted to be traced, do you recognise this?', he threw it to Amvi who caught it neatly. Suddenly the ball lit up on its side and showed a message WE WANT $1 MILLION ELSE HE DIES. Amvi said 'How lame., we can't give them 1 mill!'. The ball lit again this time in red, 'Your answer is negative, sorry 3 2 ..' and BAM the whole house blew up only after Chris had recognised the threat and jumped through the window with Amvi poised on his right shoulder. 'So now we have a dude in distress rather than a damsel eh?' Fletcher laughed.
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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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