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No, she wouldn’t. That only leaves one more option and I’m standing across from it. A demon institution. A few of my former coworkers already stand in line, heads down, completely defeated. It’s what their lives have come to, where it will end or begin. It’s easy; you go in human and you walk out a demon…Or dead. Most die. The demon serum is like a flipping a coin and praying both sides are heads. A ninety-seven percent chance of death and a three percent chance of becoming a demon. It’s a hell of a chance and a last resort. But if it worked, if you became a demon, your life goes from rags to riches. From begging and working at the bottom, to a life of play and happiness. Or at least that’s what I’m told. And it also depends on where …show more content…

“Did you find something on the tour of the metal shop today?” I ask, brushing a bush of dark hair behind her ear. She shakes her head, trying not to burst with excitement. “Nope. Even better.” She grabs my hand and pulls me over to the table, forcing me to sit down. I lean over, untying my boots as she rustles through the bag. “It better not be another rat. As I’ve said time and time before, the rats on the streets are not pets…” I cut short as a bright green thing is waved in my face. My jaw goes slack as my gray eyes are glued to the thing. “Is that…um, is that a…an…” “An apple? No, it’s two.” She pulls out another one. This one is big and red. I snatch the red one, my finger carefully running across its smooth surface. It’s gold in my hands. That’s how valuable this apple is to me. I can’t remember the last time I actually saw fresh fruit, let alone held it. Fresh food isn’t a luxury for humans. Canned goods are all we get. “Where did you get these?” “On my way home from school. I was picking some charcoal from the burn bins, when…when um, they fell out of a truck. It had the…uh, um Demon label on it, so I figured it was still good,” she boasts after taking a bite. “Don’t worry. I was the only person around and no one saw me.” I place the apple down, exhaling deeply. These apples could be her death. “Kallau,” I whisper. “This food is the property of the Order. You do remember the punishment for stealing, right?” I don’t

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