WIP-Ghost Viper

The steady beep of the machine and how it slowed told him, his end was coming.. then the 'doctor' showed up, weirdly puffin a cigar and bearing a rather devilish smile..  The 'doctor' looked at the chart and huffed a little, then smirked, "All that black in there.. lucky to survive another couple days.." he sat beside the bed and nudged him, "So, buddy how's about we make a deal?"
All Robert did was cough and nodded, then rasped, "What kind of deal?  My soul for what?"
The man laughed, "Soul?  Hells, pal.. I don't trade in those.. what I trade in is a little chaos and a little mayhem.. and you.. you got the kind of heart and spirit I need.. but ya just let it die...  Life does that to a lot of schmucks, but yer not the normal kind are ya?"
Again, he nodded and listened, "Go on.."
The doc grinned wider, "I'll send ya some where, where you can learn how to be a right real fighter, but ya have to die here, first.. Do that and I'll see ya off proper and I guarantee you'll have a lot of fun where yer going..  dames, gold and all the fine things that life should be.. BUT when I call for ya.. you'll fight for me and where ever and when ever I sez.. sound like fun?"
A little more life and a chance to have a ball, what not.. he'd done worse , "Deal."

Darkness came, and the machine went quiet.. then his eyes opened again.. He wasn't the same guy.. and time to honor his end of the bargain....