Flash Fiction: Highway to Hell

Mathew pushed down on the accelerator, breezing on the highway.

He turned up the music when the familiar AC/DC track began playing on the radio. Mathew sniggered.

How appropriate.

Mathew knew that there was a bleak chance at best to defeat the berserk demon. The scars on his breast began throbbing, because his borrowed vitality was fading. Mathew thought back on last week when the demon had appeared in front of him in a black billow of smoke. Mathew had looked into its bloodshot eyes, before it had swiftly struck him down. Its razor-sharp nails had made a huge gash on his chest. He remembered the spray of blood pouring out from it, causing him to collapse on the ground. As he lay in a pool of his blood, Mathew could only watch as the demon proceeded to briskly destroy his family and friends, shredding them to pieces and feasting on their flesh and bones. Mathew had felt himself falling into a bottomless pit of darkness. That is when he had heard a voice, offering him a deal. An eternity of servitude in exchange for vengeance. Mathew had accepted.

Now, he was bringing hell to the demon…

(Read the sequel here – Flash Fiction: Nemesis )

Word Count: 200


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