In Your Arms.

Part 8

AMY POV:

Pulling up outside the manor, part of me just knew I had come to the right place - call it gut instinct, or the need to have hope. Walking around to the boot of the car the boot opened up revealing multiple different types weapons and firing arms, some that not even I had any clue what they were; they were probably some wort of angel weapons. Looking over to the left side of the boot, there they were. The angel blades. One of the few weapons men can set their eyes on that would actually kill an angel. Letting my ring finger run along the edge of one of the blades I felt shivers - like power was radiating from it into me. I could feel the death that had touched this blade. I knew it as her original blade. Selecting that one I hit in in my jacket as well as other weapons as I braced myself for entering this fortress. 

Walking closer and closer up to the door I realize that there are no security guards. Panic begins to settle onto the air making it thicker and harder to breathe than it already was. Like the air itself was weighing down on me, trying to distract me from going in, like it was trying to make my forget. Shaking it off I began to count the steps I was taking do that my mind had something to focus on rather than letting the air choke my lungs. My eyes ran along the edges of the house checking the perimeters for a way out or any other sign of a way in other than the front doors. Mind you, if there were angels in there they would already know that I was here. Too late to turn back now I guess. 

By the count of 77 I had reached the front door. Carefully, turning the handle and slipping through the gap I made, my back pressed against the once more shut door. Letting out a deep breath now that the  air no longer seemed so thick as it was outside. I guess once you are in they know you wont be forgetting the encounter anytime soon. 'Or they wanted you in there; you have to get out of there now Amelia, it is not safe' A voice that was not mine interrupted my thoughts. If I did not brush it off so easily I would have listened because it sounded like Arinessa. Letting my eyes close just for a moment I began to picture Arinessa standing there with me. Snapping my eyes open anger flooded me. She would have been standing her with me if it were not for them. They are going to undo what they did- or I will become their personal poltergeist when they kill me The choice is their's.

Moving away from the door I could hear someone coming and I turned behind a wall. Letting out a steady breath I could hear them getting closer, spinning out I stabbing the angel blade through their head, watching the entire room light up I knew they would tell where I am. Running along the hall I searched for a room to hide in. Curling behind a curtain, I knew it had not sunk in yet that I just killed my first person for Arinessa. The worst part? I know I would do it over and over again. Watching someone pull back the curtain I could feel their hand curling around my through. Although my mind had not reacted to that my body apparently was. Punching them in their face I knew I had to get out of that within the next 8 seconds or I would become unconscious. Kneeing the person between the legs the grip loosened just enough for me to uppercut their jaw and pull out a gun. Jabbing them in the back of the head I let the bullet be released from the gun. Looking both left and right I stabbed the man in the back with the angel blade. Insurance. Insurance to know he wont be coming after me. 

The voice telling me to get out of there was getting louder and louder. Fighting my way through the people I knew I was getting close. Luckily for me, not all of them were angels some were hunters - none as good as Dante mind - being able to take them on did mean I was okay. I have pulled place I did not even knew were places, I am bleeding from places I have never bled before and I am covered in the blood of my enemies. However, none of that seemed to matter because I knew I was getting closer to the person who harmed Arinessa; that fact was more than enough to keep me fighting, to keep my going, I had to know, that unlike with my parents, I hadn't hid, or cried in the corner. I had to know I have became stronger. For my sake I could not just walk away from this one or stand in the sidelines, I had a responsibility to help her as she had helped me. 

Reaching the last door on the corridor I could hear more guards coming. My body aching so bad that I should not be able to move I sucked it up and walked through the door my body posture perfect my face molded like stone - reflecting that of the man who sat before me. 

"Hello Amelia" His voice cut through me like a knife. 

"You look tired. Maybe you should take a nap" He moved but before I could react everything went black.

I failed. I always fail.