Aren't I Normal?

Chapter 60

Pretty sure I'm gonna delete this book after finishing it.

My body was in pain. I didn't know why or how, just that it hurt a lot. I squinted my eyes open but couldn't see anything; it was dark. Where am I? I tried moving around but found I was restrained somehow.

'Claude!' I screamed. My throat was sore but I didn't care. 'Where are you?!' I rocked back and forth on what seemed to be a chair- I was tied to a chair?!

A bright light suddenly flashed in my face, making me squeeze my eyes shut. I heard a pair of footsteps approach me as I opened my eyes again. It was a man, probably in his early twenties, with copper colored hair and light hazel eyes.

'So you finally woke up?' He grinned, standing in front of me. 'Nice to meet you.' He held out a hand but then quickly took it back 'Oh right, you're all tied up, aren't you?' He laughed- a dark, cruel laugh.

'Where's Claude?' I spat, narrowing my eyes at him.

'You're little friend?' He smiled, moving his head to the right a bit. I followed his gaze to a another chair at the back. Claude was there, tied up to the chair, his head leaning a bit. I looked closer; his face was bruised, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth and his nose. I gasped, my eyes a bit watery.

'The bastard put up a fight.' The man said 'But I managed to knock him out nonetheless.' My lips trembled. 'Don't worry, he's not dead! Well, not yet anyway...' My fists balled up in anger. Whoever this guy was, I wanted to kill him.

'Should I wake him for you?' He asks, walking over to Claude. His fingers grab the blond hair, hoisting his head up and pulling hard. Claude opens his eyes straight away, crying in pain.

'Stop it!' I cry 'Stop! Please don't hurt him!' The man laughs.

Claude looks across the room, his eyes lock with mine. The man dragged Claude's chair closer to me until it was directly in front of me. 'Claude...' I wimpered.

'See, aren't I a nice person?' The man began 'I brought you closer to your little girlfriend.'

'What the fuck do you want?' Claude turned his head toward him, his brows furrowed.

'For you filthy demons to go back to hell.'' The man's voice equally bitter.

'So why don't you kill us now? Or are you just waiting for orders like the dog you are?' The man struck Claude across the face. Claude turned back to him and smiled 'Looks like we have ourselves an amateur demon hunter.' His eyes turn a pitch black 'Rule number one: never smack a demon.'

The man was now fully enraged. He blew a punch at the side of Claude's neck.  It made a cracking sound but Claude didn't move. 'Rule number two: never punch a demon either.'

The man took a step back, huffing with anger. 'Rule number three,' Claude smirked 'And this is one you should remember: If you back away from a demon, you are guaranteed to be chased by it.' He gives an animal like growl causing the guy to run off, exiting through a door behind us.

'That scared him off,' Claude mumbled under his breath. He looked towards me, his face suddenly concerned 'Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?'

I shake my head. 'What happened?'

'An hour after you fell asleep, they found us. I couldn't carry you and run away because of my leg and they started to fight me, two of them and the others tried to take you-'

'Is your leg alright?' I interrupted.

'Yeah,' he sighed 'Its fine. But you don't have to worry about me. We have to get out of here first-'

The door opened. The man from before walked in with two others. One was a tall, lanky guy with hair dyed purple and another was a much older maybe middle aged. He looks familier; I'd seen him somewhere before.

'Claude Helston,' the older man said 'The last time I saw you, you were a little boy,' Claude gritted his teeth, his eyes dark like empty hole 'You've grown up. So have you, Miss Simmons,'

My eyes widen. How does he know me?

Bonus: The adventures of Octavius the demon cat. ( Author was bored again)

Bath time

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I  try to strain away as Claude lowers me into the tub.

'Come on, Octavius. Bath time,' he says. I lift my paws up just in time so as to not touch the water.

'MEEAAWWW!!' I yowl as he finally drops me into the shallow tub. I scratch at his hand which tries to pet me. 'Meoww! (You horrible boy!).

Claude laughs, stroking my damp fur anyway.

I hate baths.

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(A/N school started again so I'm dead but yeah I tried to update for those who want to laugh at my crappy writing skills. Please do me a favour and vote! Thank you and bless you)