1. If you get lost, please ask one of us what is going on. And for those of you whom are being ask, answer the people, please.
2. Don't just throw yourself into something, if it's totally impossible for you to be in it.
3. Actual sentences. no one word replies.
I set you free. Get going.
Boom, boom, boom. The sound of my heart kept pumping in my chest, loudly, yet it was fuzzy. I blinked, trying to clear my vision, and sat down, placing my head between my knees, and taking deep breathes. I started to feel better, and realized the booming hadn't only been my heart, but someone knocking on the bathroom door repeatedly.
"Alice? Alice, are you in there? Are you okay?" It was Uncle Jack. His voice was laced with worry, possibly fear.
"I-I'm fine," I managed to choke out.
"Are you sure? Can you unlock the door please," I climbed shakingly to my feet, and with clumbsy fingers, I tugged on my sweater, feeling my freshly, gauze wrapped wrists, brush against the fabic. I fumbled with the lock on the door, and opened it up. I looked up at my Uncle. He wasn't more then 25, he was still young. His eyes were clouded and his brow was furrowed.
"You look pretty pale, what's wrong? You've been in there almost 20 minutes," He said.
"Just not feeling well...been throughing up. Not the best idea to go in there right now," I replied in mostly a whisper. "I'm going to go get a drink of juice...help settle my stomach." I brushed lightly past him, not glancing back, knowing he was watching me. As far as he knew, I'd been "sick" like this, for almost two months. Ever since my parents died. I tup down the stairs, and go to the kitchen, getting a glass and poured myself some apple juice. I drink in all in two gulps, and instantly feeling better. I heard Uncle Jack, coming down the stairs, as I walked to the front door.
"I'm going for a walk," I said, and opened the door and stepped out, not waiting for his reply, before I was already down the street.
I violenly shove my hands into my pockets, and cross the street without even looking to see if cars were coming. I knew there wasn't. I ignored the people that turned to gock, and stare at me. They were probably getting a vibe that I wasn't the best "person" to be around. Almost everyone backed off, or moved out my way, without even realizing it. I wasn't to pleased. I wasn't that sure about this whole new task. I knew the Horsemen meant well. They new that we needed to be satisfied, fed, pleased, but humans had never really done anything. Why were these humans any special?
"They're really special, Gabriel," Death, had said. Famine, Pestilence, and even my mistress, War, had agreed. These humans were special. Just like they'd been. I sighed to myself and did my best to calm down. This helped relax most of the people around me. I didn't think they liked me being stressed that much. I lifted my head slightly and looked around.
The underworld had started to get violent. Everyone everywhere started to fight, they all wanted something from someone.
Now everyone wanted humans. I walked out of a bar quickly looking over my shoulder every five seconds, someone in there assumed I was human and they tried to get me. It wasn't until they pulled down my hood and saw the marking's on my face that they knew I wasn't. I tried to keep my amber eyes averted from him but it just didn't work. I picked up my pace wishing to put as much space between me and that place.
Pulling up my hood a shiver ran down my spine, I was getting a bad feeling about this, about all of this. Demons were crawling around everywhere in this world and my own trying to impress the leaders, their Masters. For someone like me, there was no world safe for me- I had no Master making me the prime target even more so after they find out what I can do.
Glancing over my shoulder again I could swear someone was following me. He was tall and was dressed in all black wearing a hood that covered his face just like me. Picking up my pace some I was almost into a run, I did not want to meet the man following me, most of the time it never ended well for one of us- usually them.
In the blink of an eyes as I turned a corner, what I thought to be a street turned to be in an alley and my only exit was blocked. Biting my lip I raised my hands, "I have no money." I said simply, trying to be human.
"I want none." The man answered and I flinched as he stepped closer drawing something from his pocket- a knife.
Hesitating I shook my head, "Then be on your way." I tried to order but my voice failed me. He came back with a simply 'no' before he closed the cap between us before I could react. He had shoved the blade into my side and withdrew it quickly and inserted it again and I cringed in pain. Pushing me to the ground, he started to kick me again and again, and I let out a cry of help, he just laughed. "Stop!" I tried to beg, it did no good. I did not know who this man was but I was getting a good idea on who he was sent by, by the tattoo on his left ankle I knew this man was sent by the last man who tried to brand me unsuccessfully.
Every time he hit me, it hurt more that the last and I couldn't even react. This man was smart. He knew all about me. He gave me not a second to shock him, and had no bare skin showing other than the rare time his pant leg came up a bit as he kicked me, he even threw some dirt on me so I couldn't disappear and hide- he knew I had no time to summon the Earth, I was screwed.
The beating turned from kicking to hitting with me some object and soon I was in too much pain to even notice when he stopped, "Going to rethink his offer?" The demon growled in my ear picking my head up forcing my to look at him. One of my eyes were swollen shut but he just kept smiling. Spitting blood in his face I didn't answer as I slowly began to heal. This is where I surprised him. He bashed my head into the ground once and everything flashed once. Cringing the demon growled at me again, "you're going to be sorry girl." He said almost like a promise.
Struggling to get up as he pushed himself away for a moment I was greeted by another swing of a wooden beam. This time I ducked from it and pushed myself off the ground, my broken leg fixing itself. I limped towards him, "No... you're going to be sorry." I hissed at him as I created a ball of electricity in my hand. Twisting my wrist I shot it right at him, not before he threw the point board at me. The wood drove itself through my skull and everything quickly turned black as I fell back- mostly dead.
"Do we have a problem?" I growled, tilting my head back and to the side, glaring at the other demon, my eyes flashing, and glancing at his handy work. He'd done a pretty good job of beating her up, if no one did anything she'd be dead pretty soon. He grinned in the dark, his white teeth shining perfectly clear.
"Yeah, actually there is," He replied, with a smirk in his voice.
"You know killing her isn't going to get you anyway," He scoffs, and without a word throughs the knife at with with intense speed. It stops inches from my forehead. He freezes slighlty, completely still now. Guess he hadn't expected that.
"Jet, right?" I asked, his name finally coming to me. I plucked the knife out the air and examinied it, as I carefully walked over to him. "You know, I'm sure War, wasn't intent of you killing her, but the again, War was never really that clear with her orders." He swung at my face then and I ducked low, spinning to trip him. He went up in the air, and started to fall, and I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him to the ground, stabbing his shoulder with the knife, making sure it stuck to the ground. He'd probably have some trouble with getting back up. I stook up, shaking my arms out. I walked over to the girl, and kneelt down next to her, picking her up and walked out of the alley, quickly past everyone, making sure they didn't notice me at all, and into the park. I leaned her against a tree, making sure she didn't fall over, and grasped the piece of wood and renched it out of her skull.
Feeling someone pick up my body body and carry me away if it was up to me I was have killed the fool who dared to touch me. He set me back down and my head fell to the side after he pulled the piece of wood from my skull. Pain flooded through me once again and the wound in my forehead started to heal, I forced myself to straighten my neck and it snapped at it fixed itself.
The healing all stopped and my eyes were still closed. My arm reached came up from my side and I dug though the somewhat large hole in my head as if it was nothing removing a splinter from it, which had a few pieces off brain matter stuck to it. My hand fell back to my side and the wound finished closing.
Coughing as my lungs started to work again, it hurt to have air flowing through them again. Pushing whoever was holding me away I leaned forward trying to stop coughing as my throat started to hurt. Hearing the sound of my heart thudding in my ears made me cringe as it started to work again. I could feel my skin slowly starting to warm up as blood pumped itself through my body.
My coughing slowed and I fell back laying on my back and slowly tried to open my eyes, I could barely do it. Flinching again as there was more snaps and pops the ground around me slowly started to turn brown as did the tree as I stole energy from the Earth to help me heal myself. Opening my eyes up a bit more, I was full healed but I was a bloody mess and I could barely see the outline of the person who saved me.
Clenching my hand together I could feel the still wet blood and some brain piece squish with an awful sound, "Wh...Who are.. you?" I managed to ask but just above a whisper, so faint I don't know if he heard me.
I tilted my head, watching the entire process of her healing. No wonder the Horsemen wanted her. If I were to guess she'd be better of following Death or Famine. War would probably want her to, but mainly for the death part, she could do without the healing. I leaned against the now, brown, tree and watched her as she lay there gasping for breath. I could tell she was looking at me, but no quiet seeing me yet. She was still weak, death usually did that to you. I'm surprised he hadn't shown up, but that also meant she hadn't been ready to die yet, I assumed. I crossed my arms over my chest, but was still on alert, who knew how she was going to react. Either she'd try to kill me, or leave me alone. I was leaning towards the killing part. But she's only a minor demon, for what I can see, and it seems she couldn't do very well handling a major demon. I could feel the pain she was going through, and it almost made me cringe. I consentrated and sucked at the pain, taking it away from her, into me. I ignored the fact that she'd asked who I was, she probably assumed I couldn't hear anyway.
"Feel better," I didn't say it in a question and I almost laughed at myself, for saying something that sounded so stupid. But I didn't even crack a smile. I didn't smile or laugh much in amusment, anymore.
He didn't answer me, just gave me a mortal- a foolish mortal- reply wishing me better. Forcing myself to sit up shakily I had to use my arms to keep myself propped up, "Who are you?" I asked again trying to get a bit more power, authority into my voice.
I knew he was watching me the whole time I was healing so despite the fact of his mortal words, "What do you want?" I asked, I couldn't fight anyone else off right now, too tired. My eyes shut on me for a moment, wanting me just to relax and sleep for a while but I couldn't, not now. Forcing them open, it hurt. I studied him from head to toe curious as to how he stopped Jet, most demons couldn't do that.
Hesitating I forced myself to start getting up. I put up my hand and a wall of dead earth came to help me. using that I stood up and leaned against it doubting I would be able to stand on my own. Looking down I averted my gaze from him and pulled up my hood trying to hide the marks on my face and neck. Reaching into my jacket I pulled out leather gloves and quickly pulled them on, if he was no danger, I did not want to hurt him.
"I'm the best thing that ever happened to you," Was all I said in reply. "And I don't want anything. And you really should be more careful." It was honestly not that smart of her to go into an alleyway in the first place.
(to tired to make it longer XD)
(Lol, fail xD)
Shaking my head I was getting slightly annoyed, "You aren't the best thing that has happened to me." I pointed out coldly still not looking at him. "Everyone wants something so do not try to lie to me." I said, my voice getting softer, quieter. I tried not to show that I was scared but I really was terrified, I had just come back from the grave and some demon helped me.. I owed him my life but that wasn't something I wanted to do.
"I was careful, Jet...." I trailed off and sighed, "That man who attacked me, he has illusions, I thought it was another street... I didn't realize what it was until it was too later." I said curious as to why I felt like I need to explain myself to him.
"Jet's known for his illusions," I murmured in reply, and lowered my head a bit. "And I'm assuming you know why demons are always trailing you. I, am not even going to try and get you to take sides. My mistress probably wouldn't be happy if I didn't try, but I'll live. She likes me enough." I laced my fingers behind my head, and looked back at her. "And what I want, has noting to do with you, you just happened to come into my path."
It shocked me when he knew Jets name, I looked at him again and blinked locking my amber eyes on his. "I do know why, but I refuse to be a slave without a fight." I said simply and shrugged, "Not my way of life." I felt the need to add. There were few minor demons out there who were slaves, I was one one of them and I wanted to stay that way.
"Why? Why are you so different then all the others daring to go against your Master?" I asked, spitting the word at him, it was despicable, we were demons, not dogs. Shaking my head I didn't trust him. "Oh lucky me." I muttered sarcastically.
"Mistress," I corrected. "Since she's a girl, and I dare to go against her, because I know that the other Horsemen could use you better than she could." I paused and shrugged. "I'll let you go, or you could help me. Your choice. And yes, I'm giving you a choice."
I now grew curious, "Famine?" I questioned, it was the only one that made sense. "The other horsemen are.... well, they're never get me. I'll be dead before I'll help one of them," I said simply. Looking at him shocked I nodded, "if I help you, will we be even?" I asked slowly, that's all I wanted.