An American In Hell
Chapter I: The Gift
Brenda hated walking back from the movies. In between her dormitory and the
movie theater was a very bad section of town. Drug dealers, vagrants and
prostitutes frequented the place. She would have felt better had she been
walking back with her date, but he never showed up to meet her at the movie.
She told herself not to date one of the animals from Delta House, but she
hadn't gone out with anyone in a month. Now that she did find someone, he
didn't bother to show up for the movie. She knew why he didn't show up. She
was positive it was another girl. The guys of Delta House had a reputation of
asking out every girl they could find and then just choosing to go out with
the best looking one that accepted their offer. After tonight's incident,
though, she wouldn't ever accept a date from one of those animals ever again.
As Brenda approached the bad section of town, her pace quickened and her
adrenaline started pumping. She gripped her purse with the strength of a vice
and walked as fast as she could through the area. Brenda, who by now was fully
alert, went into fight or flight mode as she heard a homeless man ruffling
through the trash. She walked faster as she passed the alley and was now
almost in a complete run.
Brenda looked ahead and saw what was obviously a gang. They were still pretty
far ahead of her, but they'd notice her soon if she didn't do something. Her
only other alternative would be to cut through an ally to her left. She knew
the ally would cut through to the next street, but it was obvious that there
were some people in the ally. She decided she'd take her chances with the
ally rather than the gang.
As she walked through the ally, Brenda knew she'd be an excellent target for
rape if she took her chances with the gang. Brenda stood five foot six inches
tall and had an excellent figure. She had a nice round ass with perky B-cup
breasts. Brenda dressed well for her date that night, and feared that would
only encourage a gang to rape her.
Brenda approached the end of the ally, but before she could exit an old man
blocked her path. "Hello Ms. Jenson," the man said as he moved to make sure
she couldn't pass.
"Please let me go," Brenda said, her voice filled with fear.
"Don't worry miss. I have no intention on harming you. I want to help you. In
fact, I'd like to grant one of your deepest wishes. I can also get you out of
here. Please, just invite me into your home and we can talk there," the old
man said.
"Just let me go. Please," Brenda pleaded.
"I will. Just say 'take me home' and I will let you go," the old man insisted.
"Fine. Take me home. Now please--," Brenda said as she was cut off. Before
she could finish her sentence, Brenda and the old man both appeared in her
dorm. "What just happened," Brenda asked.
"Simple. You asked me to 'take you home' and I did so," the old man replied.
"Remember, I'm here to help you."
"Who are you? How did you do these things," Brenda asked in confusion.
"Also very simple. I have been put on this Earth to help people. I'm from
the afterlife you see. I wish to help you. You happened to run into me and
you were distressed, so I figured I would help you," the old man said.
"Oh my God! Oops I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to take the lord's
name in vain. Wow. I better start going to Church. I just figured all that
was made up. I didn't really believe in religion much. Oh wow," said Brenda,
who was so excited she couldn't compose her thoughts. "How are you going to
help me? I mean if you still want to help me?"
"I do still want to help you. As I look deep into your soul, I find that envy
is your biggest sin. You are very modest, kind, caring, loving, and generous.
You don't seem to be content with what you have, however," the old man told
her.
"Nonsense," Brenda said. "I know I'm not rich, but I don't have much need for
wealth. Sure, I might have a passing want for money now and then, but I don't
let it rule my life."
"I don't mean that kind of envy. You want something else entirely. There is
no use pretending around me. You are extremely envious of other women. You
want the power to simply look at a man and have him lust after you. You want
men to keep their dates with you and not break them for some other sorority
bimbo. You want a body that is only given to several hundred women around the
world. Please, stop me if I'm wrong," the old man told her.
"No, you're right. That is what I want. How could you possibly help me with
that?" Brenda asked.
"What if I told you that I could give you the ability to change the shape of
your body at will along with the clothes that you were wearing," the old man
asked. "How would that sound?"
"You're serious? You'd really do that," Brenda asked.
"I would," the old man replied. "There would just be one small catch. In
return for my generosity, you would need to promise not to sin. That means
you could no longer commit any acts of wrath, gluttony, envy, avarice, pride,
sloth or lust. Doing any of these would result in you losing your power and a
bastardization of it being performed on your body. You'd become a mockery of
your vision. This is serious, but I'm sure you can control yourself," the old
man explained.
"I'll take it! After all, I wouldn't have anything to envy if I changed my
body to my image of perfection," Brenda said with confidence.
"Very well. Simply look in a mirror and think of what you would like changed
and it will happen. You must be looking at mirror in order to control the
changes, however." the old man explained to her. The old man's eyes lighted
up a bright red. The light became brighter until the entire room was
illuminated with red light. Brenda closed her eyes, blinded by the bright
light, and waited for the light to pass. She opened her eyes a bit to squint
and saw that the bright light was gone. She opened her eyes completely to
find that the man had disappeared as well. A strange voice that vaguely
sounded like the old man's filled the room, "Remember my warning Brenda, do
not succumb to sin."
