New Faust Deal
Match Twenty-Five: New Faust Deal:
Sabine had the pen and ink ready. Feliciano was so close to falling into sin. He just needed that push. That one little push.
-September 10th, 2015-
The phone rang next Feliciano. He mumbled as he tried to turn over in his bed. The ringing grew louder. Lovino kicked him in the back.
“Wake up, you stupid jerk!” he barked. Three more kicks came to the back. Feliciano turned his head.
“What?” he asked.
“Get the phone,” his brother hissed. The phone started ringing again.
“I’ve got it,” Feliciano said. The younger Italian man picked up the receiver.
“Hello?” he asked. The call only lasted about five minutes. But that was all it took. The phone hit the bed as he jumped out of bed.
“Feliciano?” Lovino asked. His brother didn’t speak as he got dressed. Feliciano hurried out the door.
He made it to the hospital before nine. Two doctors stood in the lobby, waiting for him.
“What happened?! How is he?!” Feliciano asked. They looked pretty grim.
“Tell me!” he yelled.
“It’s not good,” one of the doctors said.
“What do you mean? What’s happening?!” the Italian man asked with tears in his eyes.
“Come with us,” the first doctor said in a low voice. He and his colleague led the poor man down the hall.
Ludwig’s body shook wildly. Doctors tried to keep him still as they treated him. The German man was foaming at the mouth. The doctor ran over to the patient.
“What’s going on?! Why is he like this?!” Feliciano cried.
“We don’t know,” the second doctor said. “He just started seizing like this this morning. We’ve been trying to get it under control but it’s getting worse.” The machine’s beeping grew erratic. Ludwig started to hit his head against the bed rail. A nurse tried to level his head. Feliciano tried to run in there but the doctor held him back.
“No, you can’t go in there,” he said.
“Ludwig! Ludwig!” Feliciano cried. One of the other doctors closed the door. The Italian man tried to go back for that doctor held him back.
“Is he going to be okay?!” Feliciano said. “Is he?! Is he?!” The doctor sighed.
“We don’t know,” he admitted. “We are going to do the best we can.” The tears began falling down my cheeks.
“That’s not good enough!” Feliciano shouted. He turned and ran out of the hospital.
Sabine sat in her hotel room, smiling.
“It’s time,” she said. She took a drink of her wine. A knock came on her door.
“Who is it?” the nightcomer asked.
“It’s me, Ms. Mayfair,” a guff man’s voice said. Sabine perked up.
“Coming,” she said. She walked over to the door and peeked out of the peep hole. A man in a long black coat stood outside with his hands in his pockets. Sabine smiled as she opened the door.
“Welcome,” she said. The nightcomer stuck her head out into the hall and took a quick look around.
“Are you alone?” she whispered.
“Yes,” the man said. Sabine looked around for a little bit longer. She smiled as she stood up straight.
“Okay,” she said. “Come in. The nightcomer back into her room. The man followed behind and closed the door behind him. Sabine sat back on her armchair.
“Are you ready to begin?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said.
“Excellent,” Sabine said. “You know what you need to do next.” The man didn’t answer. Instead, he transformed into a doctor with a clean white coat.
“Nice,” the nightcomer said. The fake doctor vanished into thin air. Sabine sat back and took a drink of her wine.
Feliciano just wanted to be alone. He buried his head in his hands. His eyes looked so red. How long had it been? Hours? It didn’t matter. The doctors couldn’t do anything. Ludwig was going to die. The Italian man started to shiver in his seat.
“No!” he wailed. “I don’t want that to happen! I can’t let it happen! I can’t! I won’t!” Feliciano broke down crying again. The tears didn’t seem to want to stop falling.
“Excuse me,” someone spoke up. Feliciano peeked through the cracks in his hands. A man in his fifties in a long white coat stood inches away from him. Feliciano froze as he lowered his hands.
“It’s you,” he said.
“Good afternoon,” the fake doctor said. “So good to see you again.” Feliciano stared at him in a daze. The doctor gave him a sympathetic look.
“It’s pretty bad, isn’t it?” he asked. The Italian man looked ready to cry. The doctor walked over and patted him on the back.
“It doesn’t have to be like this,” he whispered. “Let me help you.” Feliciano looked up at him with tears in his eyes.
“You can do that?” he asked.
“Yes,” Faust said. The Italian man sniffled.
“What should I do?” he asked. Dr. Faust held out his hand.
“Come with me,” he said. Another tear ran down Feliciano’s cheek as he reached out for his hand. His mind was so numb that he couldn’t feel that icy chill of death as a warning sign.
The men wound up at an abandoned church. The outside looked like it was crumbling. Walls looked so dark with time. The silence surrounding this church felt unholy. Feliciano trembled in the passenger seat. Dr. Faust got out of the car.
“Come along, Feliciano,” he said. The Italian man didn’t move at first. He stared at his new companion with big eyes. It had been three hours since he agreed to hear this man out. He could’ve asked to stop the car. He could’ve asked to turn around. He could’ve backed out of this.
“Come on now!” Dr. Faust said. “I don’t have all day.” The Italian man’s stomach dropped as he unfastened his belt. He reluctantly climbed out of the car.
“Very good,” the fake doctor said. Both men walked up broken stone path. Feliciano walked like he was going to an execution. His eyes shifted back and forth at the dead gardens on either side. Neither men said a word. Feliciano shoved his hands in his pockets. They made it up to the door. Dr. Faust pushed it open.
“After you,” he said. The Italian man walked in with his head down. His captor followed behind. Dr. Faust closed the door behind them. The only source of light came from cracks in the stained-glass windows high above. Dr. Faust walked ahead and held out his arms.
“Welcome to my kingdom!” he said. This would’ve been a perfect time to have organ music playing in the background. Feliciano took a step backwards. The fake doctor smirked.
“Shall we begin?” he asked. The Italian man gulped. He couldn’t turn back now.
Sabine smiled in the darkness. She took another sip of her Lager.
“Five… Four… Three… Two…,” she counted down. She took one more drink. “One.”
The grounds of around Europe started to shake. It lasted about three minutes before everything became still. Sabine finished her drink.
“One seal down, six more to go,” she said. Sabine Mayfair would be heading back to England in the morning.
Hours later, Ludwig opened his eyes.