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faint movement that only I seemed to notice. Something was there with her: a thin, gray layer of smoke hovered over the papers on the floor and changed their order. Like the others, Ms. Gizem probably hadn’t seen it, because the red light began to flash shortly after she rechecked her papers and took a few steps. I was shocked, but no more than she was. The clock read 268 meters, 12 minutes, 23 seconds.
The show was finished and nobody wanted to talk. We turned the screen off, stood up, and went to our rooms. I had just opened my door when I heard Fatin whisper, “The problem is not only to win, but also to decide who will lose.” Moving away, he turned his back to me and opened his own door. As he entered his room, a thin, gray smoke followed him before he disappeared behind the door.
The Exchange
In pitch-black darkness, I suddenly woke up from a deep sleep with a deep sense of uneasiness. I became conscious of a dense, sulfurous smell and sensed that there was something else lurking in the dark.
Though hesitant to move my head, I nervously began to look around, scanning the empty darkness. Suddenly, two small, bright-red globules appeared before my eyes. I blinked to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming. The two red dots faded away slowly, then reappeared, brighter than before. My heartbeat became a violent storm and I started to shiver.
A headlight beam of a moving car outside my window, ripped apart the darkness for a moment, and, in the upper corner of the room, I saw a creature with its hands on the ceiling, its feet on the walls, and its head, against all logic, turned fully backward staring at me. It was still, and its shade was darker than the darkness itself. My body melted in a wave of adrenaline. I could neither move nor scream.
Making a crackling sound like that of an insect rubbing its legs together, the creature crept down toward the floor in a manner that mocked all the rules of nature and physics. Suddenly, I jumped when I saw the speed with which the creature reached the floor. It rose up on its feet without taking its eyes (now more yellow) off of me. Then it stepped toward me as its head, completing another full rotation, turned abruptly to face me. I felt its breath on my skin and suddenly knew the source of the sulfur smell.
My face was bathed in a cold sweat, my lips trembling, and my jaw was clenched. Nonetheless, I managed to speak, my voice trembling in the darkened room. “Who are you?” I asked.
The creature cast its eyes to the floor and replied, “Do you still have to ask this?”
My eyes followed the creature’s gaze downward, and I suddenly shuddered with recognition when I saw its misshapen tail with thin fur and its cloven feet. Somehow, I managed to meet its eyes again as I asked the only logical question. “What do you want?’”
I’m the Devil
I sat in the top corner of the dark room, at the furthest end that the universe could offer me, deliberately flexing the rules others imposed. Oktay was suitable for the purpose I was seeking. I had been staring at this creature for a long time. “For a long time” is an understatement: I had been observing these creatures and the community they formed since the beginning of their existence. It was a flawed, pathetic community that somehow still managed to surprise me with its unnecessary self-glorification.
At the beginning of their creation, I had scorned these creatures mercilessly, but in time, they had improved themselves. Not having the talent for seeing that future only increased my anger and cruelty.
I had been perched in the corner of this room for a long time, spying on the creature called Oktay, and sharing his reckless sleep. Oktay had a beautiful way of masking the weird thoughts and outbursts that arose in his mind, but his foresight distracted me from my usual preoccupation with the sweet troubles and ambitions of the other seven billion. This is what led me here.
Whether he was truly ill or not,
The show was finished and nobody wanted to talk. We turned the screen off, stood up, and went to our rooms. I had just opened my door when I heard Fatin whisper, “The problem is not only to win, but also to decide who will lose.” Moving away, he turned his back to me and opened his own door. As he entered his room, a thin, gray smoke followed him before he disappeared behind the door.
The Exchange
In pitch-black darkness, I suddenly woke up from a deep sleep with a deep sense of uneasiness. I became conscious of a dense, sulfurous smell and sensed that there was something else lurking in the dark.
Though hesitant to move my head, I nervously began to look around, scanning the empty darkness. Suddenly, two small, bright-red globules appeared before my eyes. I blinked to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming. The two red dots faded away slowly, then reappeared, brighter than before. My heartbeat became a violent storm and I started to shiver.
A headlight beam of a moving car outside my window, ripped apart the darkness for a moment, and, in the upper corner of the room, I saw a creature with its hands on the ceiling, its feet on the walls, and its head, against all logic, turned fully backward staring at me. It was still, and its shade was darker than the darkness itself. My body melted in a wave of adrenaline. I could neither move nor scream.
Making a crackling sound like that of an insect rubbing its legs together, the creature crept down toward the floor in a manner that mocked all the rules of nature and physics. Suddenly, I jumped when I saw the speed with which the creature reached the floor. It rose up on its feet without taking its eyes (now more yellow) off of me. Then it stepped toward me as its head, completing another full rotation, turned abruptly to face me. I felt its breath on my skin and suddenly knew the source of the sulfur smell.
My face was bathed in a cold sweat, my lips trembling, and my jaw was clenched. Nonetheless, I managed to speak, my voice trembling in the darkened room. “Who are you?” I asked.
The creature cast its eyes to the floor and replied, “Do you still have to ask this?”
My eyes followed the creature’s gaze downward, and I suddenly shuddered with recognition when I saw its misshapen tail with thin fur and its cloven feet. Somehow, I managed to meet its eyes again as I asked the only logical question. “What do you want?’”
I’m the Devil
I sat in the top corner of the dark room, at the furthest end that the universe could offer me, deliberately flexing the rules others imposed. Oktay was suitable for the purpose I was seeking. I had been staring at this creature for a long time. “For a long time” is an understatement: I had been observing these creatures and the community they formed since the beginning of their existence. It was a flawed, pathetic community that somehow still managed to surprise me with its unnecessary self-glorification.
At the beginning of their creation, I had scorned these creatures mercilessly, but in time, they had improved themselves. Not having the talent for seeing that future only increased my anger and cruelty.
I had been perched in the corner of this room for a long time, spying on the creature called Oktay, and sharing his reckless sleep. Oktay had a beautiful way of masking the weird thoughts and outbursts that arose in his mind, but his foresight distracted me from my usual preoccupation with the sweet troubles and ambitions of the other seven billion. This is what led me here.
Whether he was truly ill or not,
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