The night was dark but the street lights made up for it. The sidewalks were still scattered with people in heavy coats and hats and gloves. The moon was in the sky a sliver of it visible. Cars flew by on the black gravel streets. Newspapers drifted through the air being thrown by the strong wind. Cars skidded to a stop as streetlights turned red, everybody lining up in front of the streetlight that had changed from green to yellow to red. People were talking as they walked whispering about the man in the grey suit and fedora. About how he looked rich and what was he doing in this neighborhood. Kids yelled as they played games and ran across the strips of grass that lay in front of there apartment buildings. On the other side of the road a couple kissed them both truly in love with each other. They unlocked there lips and let out breath that could be seen because of the cold weather. The man in the suit looked down at his expensive watch waiting for the small hand to reach the nine making it nine o’clock in the evening signaling that the man of great mystery would arrive. A great gust of wind knocked his hat off and he bent over and picked it up, he heard someone whistling and when he lifted his head back up the man was there standing in front of him. He was wearing a sports jacket and a pair of jeans with brown dress shoes. He had an Omega watch and jet black hair and onyx eyes. He looked into the eyes of the man in the suit and greeted him, “Hello.” “Hello.” “So is there any reason you are wearing a suit to a meeting in the ghetto.” “I like to look nice in all occasions.” “Oh still a little too dressy.” “Well stop with the chit chat. What is it that you want?” “I want to make a deal with you.” “What type of a deal?” “A deal that could forever alter your life.” “Are you selling something?” “I guess you could say that.” “Then tell me what it is.” “Would you by any chance want to buy an island?” “An island?” “Yes, an island.” “Im sorry sir but I do not have enough money to buy an island.” “Money is not required to buy this great haven.” “Then what would I pay with?” “Well actually you have to win it.” “Um..... How do I win it?” “You must play me in a game of poker.” “What kind op poker are we talking about?” “No limits Texas Hold-Em.” “What would I bet with?” “Years of your great life.” “What ?” “I’ll give you twenty five chips each one is a year of your life. I also will have twenty chips. If you win you get an island that is over one hundred acres and has a ten thousand square foot house. It comes with a helicopter and a maid and a butler who is also able to fly that helicopter. There is landing pad, a bar, and a lot of other things that will be there waiting for you.” “So if I lose you will take twenty five years of my life.” “Correct.” “Where do we play?” “A bar right down the street from here.” “Lets go.” The man in the suit followed the mystery man down the sidewalk past a corner until they reached a small building with a blinking red sign that read: Bob’s Home of Liquor and Gambling. “After you.” Said the mystery man. The well dressed man pushed open the door and slowly stepped into the dark bar. It smelled of tobacco smoke and beer. He heard laughs and talking from across the large room. The other man walked in and showed him to a large table with three seats. They both took a seat and waited for a dealer to come to their table. After waiting for a few minutes the onyx eyed man spoke, “Wait for me I’m going to get a deck of cards. Stay right here.” The guy got up and left and returned with an old worn out deck of cards. He set them on the table top and again sat down. He shuffled the cards and dealt them. Two cards for each of them and then he gave the well dressed man twenty five plastic chips. On each side was a one. “One chip to start.” They both put a chip in the middle of the table. He looked down at his cards they were pocket kings. He set his cards down and bet two more chips. The creepy man called and dealt the flop an ace of spades, a three of diamonds, and six of spades. They both checked and the turn was put out: a king of spades. I bet five more chips and finally the river was out a king of diamonds. “I’m all in.” “I fold,” Responded the other man. The nice dressed man took the chips and stacked them up. “What is your name?” He asked. “Alistair.” “Mine is Brock.” “K.” Alistair took the cards and reshuffled. He gave out the two cards for the both of them and they both put out the starting bet. Brock had a seven of hearts and a nine of hearts. They checked and Alistair dealt the flop. Six, seven, and eight of clubs. Again they checked and the next card was a nine of clubs. Alistair bet three chips and Brock called. The last card was put out and it was a queen of hearts. They both checked. “What do you got?” Alistair questioned Brock. Brock threw out his cards. “A pair of sevens.” “Nice.” All he had was a pair of twos and Brock won again. The cards were put back in the deck and were again dealt. Brock won the next two hands and now had forty chips. After the flop and the turn Brock had a pair of fives and a pair of nines. He bet ten forcing Alistair to either fold or go all in. He called and went all in. Alistair showed his hand, pocket rockets or a pair of pocket aces. So he had three of a kind and them being aces. He won the hand and now had twenty chips dropping Brock to thirty chips. The next hand was won by Alistair and the next too. He now had twenty five chips. Making them both equal. Alistair dealt the first two cards. Brock had a pair of queens one a heart and the other a diamond. They checked and the flop was put out. A two of clubs, four of clubs, and a five of clubs. The turn was dealt a king of spades. Alistair bet eight and he called. The river was put down a queen of spades. “I’m all in.” Said Brock “I call.” They threw down there cards and Brock smiled. But when he looked at Alistair’s hand his expression turned from happiness to horror. He had three of clubs and a six of clubs. “I win.” Brock looked back down at the cards and then back at Alistair. “But....But....” “We had a deal.” “But.....But.....But....” “There’s no buts you lost you know what happens.” He grabbed the rest of the chips and brung them to his stomach. Then began to whistle. Brock stood up from his chair more scared and horrified than he had ever been in his whole life and ran out the door. He ran down the sidewalk across the street towards his apartment. He heard laughing and thought it was at him he cut across another street and just before he reached his house a speeding truck flew down the road and collided with the sprinting Brock. He flipped into the air and let out a loud yell of pain that could be heard from all across the city. Glass broke and Brock took his last breath. Brock hit the ground and blood spilled from his head and chest. The truck that hit him stopped and the woman got out of it and fell to his side screaming for help. And down the sidewalk ambled a man with black hair and onyx eyes, whistling as he did.