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Escaping Conviction

There I sat in prison, knowing I had no way out and that by morning I would be dragged outside and hung by the neck until dead in front of the whole town. So, like any other person in my position I prayed, but it wasn't a god that answered. See they say that the devil has a thousand different faces and that he is a wicked man who will torture you whenever he is around. I think different, the devil enjoys playing with people and preying on people with no other way out. He knew I had no other way out of that prison. he looked me in the eye and told me that he would get me out, told me that I would become a legend that people would tell for years. I've already explained what he said I had to do so I won't do it again. but he opened the cell door and told me I would be able to do things that I would find out as soon as I signed the deal and walked out of the cell. I stood up and walked out, signing the deal and shaking his hand, what else did I have to lose? My soul was taken and replaced with something else, something dark. I was able to shoot a gun faster and more accurate than anyone in the world, my reflexes were enhanced past the point of a normal person, and I was strong enough to take on at least 30 men and not even stagger. However, when the devil showed up and told me the targets I had to accept or be tortured until I had. Funny thing about when the devil gets ahold of you, he will tear you apart and put you back together a thousand times until you do his deed. Eventually, your humanity goes away and killing the people just becomes second nature. The legend goes that I died in my cell when a spirit got ahold of me, another goes that I hung at the gallows and climbed out of my grave. I told you the truth and after 15 years of killing people and doing the devil's bidding, I don't even know my own name anymore. All I know is this, whether the sun is high in the sky or already set if there is a price on your head or the devil wants me to collect; I will be there. I am the Marshal of Death, and I do the devils bidding.