An Angel's Demon ~ *sequel to A Demon's Angel*

Chapter 2 : Choices made

Drew groaned, holding his head with his scratched up hands. His shirt's rips revealing deep, bloody gnashes in his side. His head felt fuzzy, and it was hard for him to think straight.

His vision blurred until the cell was a haze of grey and hues of red. The Demon slumped against the floor, but even that caused him pain—astonishingly, horrid pain that felt like eclectic fire pulsing through his veins with ever heartbeat. He hesitantly leaned his head forward, his bangs falling in his eyes. Keeping out the blur of black, grey, and red that was the floor, his eyes slipped shut.

Drew didn't need eyes to know his captors were standing in front of cell. One of them smirked and held the blade that has been slashing and thrust into Drew's body, still dripping with this the Demon's blood, in front of his face.

"Enjoy the last session, Demon?" He asked. Drew didn't look up, didn't answer. What was the point? "Not speaking, eh?" Drew just wished they'd go away and let him wallow in his pain alone.

Clearly, they weren't going to allow that to happen. "Come on, my friend. Speak to us. It's not as if we are going to hurt you again...Tonight."

"Maybe we finally broke him." He held the dragger in front of him, pointed at Drew.

Break me...? Oh right...that's what they're trying to do to me. Drew recalled suddenly as the captors made snide remarks about how it didn't take as long as they had thought to break the last member of the powerful Hayden Incubus line, Drew Hayden. You haven't broken me yet. And so long as I remember why I'm fighting, you never will. Images of Laramie, Timble, Moe, Yippy, even Misty, flashed in his head. Then, finally, one last one of May blazed in his mind's eye—clearing his head and subduing the pain slightly.

Drew rolled his head up, more to keep the blood from a gnash in his head from running in to his eyes than to look at the captors. "If I say 'please,' will you leave?"

They laughed at his request. "Here that? He'll say please!" As they doubled over with laughter, Drew reached down slowly and grabbed two, small, sharp stones from the ground. Ignoring the pain that was soon to be pulsing through his body, he threw them. The stones whipped pasted the captors, leaving a cut on their arms. They hissed in pain, holding their arms.

Even with the horrid pain that caused him to gasped and hold wrap himself with his arms; it was worth it to see the glare of pure hatred sent towards him.

"You will regret that tomorrow, Demon."

Drew smirked at them as they left, "I highly doubt that."

May stared at the ceiling of her room that night, head spinning. What did Tyra mean when he said, 'Help...Master...Hell...Now."? Master...He must have meant Drew.

A gasp almost escaped her lips. "Drew needs help." The Angel swung her legs around until her feet met the floor.

But...what am I to do?" She sighed and fell back. "I can't just go waltzing into Hell and expect Hell to transport me to the same place as last time! Maybe I could fly there."

Then something Drew had told her jumped into her mind, 'Heaven is a million miles or so that way..." There went that plan.

But May had to do something! If Drew needed her, she had to help.

Why? Why help him? Her inner voice asked. He imprisoned you in Hell. He hurt you and tormented you. Why help him after that?