My Soul to Save
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Greed, plain and simple. Right? I looked to Addy for confirmation.
She shrugged and swallowed thickly, like her dinner was trying to come back up. Thats my guess. I mean, if were rich and famous, so are the suits and pencil pushers, right?
Nash frowned. So what if their stars leave the corporation? Go mainstream, like Eden did?
Addison crossed her arms over her chest, probably to keep her hands from fidgeting. Eden went mainstream on-screen two years ago, but only after six years and three contracts with Dekker, during which she brought in cash faster than any other child star in history. But shes still on their record label, and so am I.
The singer inhaled deeply, as if her next words would be difficult to say. When you sign with Dekker, even if youre not selling your soul, youre selling out. They get most of us before we hit puberty, and you become whatever they want you to be. They design your look, cast you in their shows, and put you in at least one made-for-TV movie a year. The movies themselves dont make much, but the merchandising brings in some serious cash. She sighed and began ticking points off on her fingers. They pick the songs youll record, schedule your appearances, and book your tours. Theyll even choose your haircut unless your agent is a real shark. But most of the agents are in John Dekkers pocket, too, because they want clients who have guaranteed careers.
So. Creepy. Dekker Media was starting to sound scarier than the Netherworld.
Okay, maybe Im misunderstanding, but were talking about the Dekker Media, right? The child-friendly, shiny-happy sitcoms? With the cartoon squirrel and the squeaky-clean animated fairy tales? That Dekker Media is actually reaping the souls of its stars in exchange for commercial success?
Addisons lip curled into a bitter smile. Ironic, isnt it?
I didnt know how to answer. Until they grew up and went mainstream, Dekkers stars didnt even bare their midriffs. Yet they were all soulless shells of humanity. Irony didnt even begin to cover it.
And Id thought the whole bean sidhe wail thing was weird.
Tod shot a smile of support at Addison, and Nash rubbed his face with both hands. Acid churned in my stomach, threatening to devour me from the inside out, and the very air tasted bitter, heavy with the aftertaste of such sour words. But I had to ask
Addison, how long has this been going on? This soul trafficking?
She shrugged and pulled a strand of white-blond hair over her shoulder, twisting the end of it as she spoke. I dont know, but rumor has it a couple of their stars from the fifties sold out, back when they were still broadcasting in black and white. Who was the girl who did all those bonfire slasher movies after she left Dekker?
Campfire Stalkermovies, Tod corrected.
Yeah, those. That girl sold her soul. And shes getting old now. Addisons voice trailed off, but the horror on her face was easy to read.
Guys, this is much bigger than we thought. I crossed my arms over my chest, glancing from one somber, shocked face to the next. Too big. The thought of tracking down one hellion with a secondhand soul was scary enough. But I had no idea how to go up against the Netherworld and Dekker Media over an arrangement theyd evidently had going for more than half a century.
All we could really do was take Addison to the Netherworld so she could enforce the out-clause.
So, whats the deal with this out-clause? What happens if you ask for your soul back?
They take everything. Tod stood and waved one arm to indicate the hotel suite, and Addisons entire career, then crossed the room toward a small refrigerator against one wall. Everything shes worked for will just begone.
If she wasnt prepared for that, she shouldnt have sold her soul, Nash snapped, his irises a churning sea of brown and green. But I knew he wasnt so much mad at Addy as he was worried about us. In his opinion, risking two mostly innocent lives and one afterlife for a single compromised soul made little sense.
I was starting to agree with him. I wanted to help Addy, but not if she wasnt willing to help herself. What were fame and fortune compared to an eternity of torture? Thats kind of how the whole contract thing works, Addison. You fulfill it, or you have to pay back everything theyve given you. But isnt your eternal soul worth it?
She blinked at me, and her tears finally overflowed. Its not about the money, or even the fame. There are days Id like to trade my face in for one no ones ever seen. Addison swiped tears from her cheeks with both hands, smearing expertly applied eyeliner in the process, and I pushed a box of tissues across the table toward her.
So, what is it about?
She took a deep breath. If I demand my soul back, theyll take back everything I ever got as a result of signing that contractand everything anyone else ever got from it through me. Theyll ruin me, but the fallout will hit my agent, my lawyer, my publicist, and everyone who ever worked for me. Itll devastate my whole family. She sniffled, but now there was a sharp edge of anger in her voice. My mom. Regan. My dad, and whatever twenty-year-old hes shacked up with this week. And Im not just talking about money. Weve been poor, and we can be poor again. Im talking debt, disgrace, and public humiliation, a thousand times worse than any of them would have suffered if Id turned down the original offer.
She shrugged and swallowed thickly, like her dinner was trying to come back up. Thats my guess. I mean, if were rich and famous, so are the suits and pencil pushers, right?
Nash frowned. So what if their stars leave the corporation? Go mainstream, like Eden did?
Addison crossed her arms over her chest, probably to keep her hands from fidgeting. Eden went mainstream on-screen two years ago, but only after six years and three contracts with Dekker, during which she brought in cash faster than any other child star in history. But shes still on their record label, and so am I.
The singer inhaled deeply, as if her next words would be difficult to say. When you sign with Dekker, even if youre not selling your soul, youre selling out. They get most of us before we hit puberty, and you become whatever they want you to be. They design your look, cast you in their shows, and put you in at least one made-for-TV movie a year. The movies themselves dont make much, but the merchandising brings in some serious cash. She sighed and began ticking points off on her fingers. They pick the songs youll record, schedule your appearances, and book your tours. Theyll even choose your haircut unless your agent is a real shark. But most of the agents are in John Dekkers pocket, too, because they want clients who have guaranteed careers.
So. Creepy. Dekker Media was starting to sound scarier than the Netherworld.
Okay, maybe Im misunderstanding, but were talking about the Dekker Media, right? The child-friendly, shiny-happy sitcoms? With the cartoon squirrel and the squeaky-clean animated fairy tales? That Dekker Media is actually reaping the souls of its stars in exchange for commercial success?
Addisons lip curled into a bitter smile. Ironic, isnt it?
I didnt know how to answer. Until they grew up and went mainstream, Dekkers stars didnt even bare their midriffs. Yet they were all soulless shells of humanity. Irony didnt even begin to cover it.
And Id thought the whole bean sidhe wail thing was weird.
Tod shot a smile of support at Addison, and Nash rubbed his face with both hands. Acid churned in my stomach, threatening to devour me from the inside out, and the very air tasted bitter, heavy with the aftertaste of such sour words. But I had to ask
Addison, how long has this been going on? This soul trafficking?
She shrugged and pulled a strand of white-blond hair over her shoulder, twisting the end of it as she spoke. I dont know, but rumor has it a couple of their stars from the fifties sold out, back when they were still broadcasting in black and white. Who was the girl who did all those bonfire slasher movies after she left Dekker?
Campfire Stalkermovies, Tod corrected.
Yeah, those. That girl sold her soul. And shes getting old now. Addisons voice trailed off, but the horror on her face was easy to read.
Guys, this is much bigger than we thought. I crossed my arms over my chest, glancing from one somber, shocked face to the next. Too big. The thought of tracking down one hellion with a secondhand soul was scary enough. But I had no idea how to go up against the Netherworld and Dekker Media over an arrangement theyd evidently had going for more than half a century.
All we could really do was take Addison to the Netherworld so she could enforce the out-clause.
So, whats the deal with this out-clause? What happens if you ask for your soul back?
They take everything. Tod stood and waved one arm to indicate the hotel suite, and Addisons entire career, then crossed the room toward a small refrigerator against one wall. Everything shes worked for will just begone.
If she wasnt prepared for that, she shouldnt have sold her soul, Nash snapped, his irises a churning sea of brown and green. But I knew he wasnt so much mad at Addy as he was worried about us. In his opinion, risking two mostly innocent lives and one afterlife for a single compromised soul made little sense.
I was starting to agree with him. I wanted to help Addy, but not if she wasnt willing to help herself. What were fame and fortune compared to an eternity of torture? Thats kind of how the whole contract thing works, Addison. You fulfill it, or you have to pay back everything theyve given you. But isnt your eternal soul worth it?
She blinked at me, and her tears finally overflowed. Its not about the money, or even the fame. There are days Id like to trade my face in for one no ones ever seen. Addison swiped tears from her cheeks with both hands, smearing expertly applied eyeliner in the process, and I pushed a box of tissues across the table toward her.
So, what is it about?
She took a deep breath. If I demand my soul back, theyll take back everything I ever got as a result of signing that contractand everything anyone else ever got from it through me. Theyll ruin me, but the fallout will hit my agent, my lawyer, my publicist, and everyone who ever worked for me. Itll devastate my whole family. She sniffled, but now there was a sharp edge of anger in her voice. My mom. Regan. My dad, and whatever twenty-year-old hes shacked up with this week. And Im not just talking about money. Weve been poor, and we can be poor again. Im talking debt, disgrace, and public humiliation, a thousand times worse than any of them would have suffered if Id turned down the original offer.
