Apocalyptic

Fighting to Stay Alive

A/N: I finally came up with an idea for this chapter! I've had writer's block for this story. I'm not going to keep you guys waiting for the chapter so here you go:

Emma's POV:

I knew that I was having a dream. There wasn't any other logical explanation. The Devil had me in his grasp. I was suspended above a constant flowing river of Lava in a bird cage. I wasnt chained however.
Every so often Lucifer would come to check up on me asking if I was enjoying my stay. Of course I had a smart-ass comment and he would slap me and say that that the comments were disrespectful.
He would then ask if I would fight for them and become the demon's salvation. Of course I said no. Then he would go into this lecture about how it was my destiny and that I should just accept the fact.
I wasn't a fighter. Of course I was training to be a fighter, but I wasn't. That's when it hit me. Training. Dreams. This was all a dream.
I remembered the excruciating pain I was in before I got here. I was with my dad training. Uncle Scott and Aunt Fee were coming over.
I have to wake up. I closed my eyes shut and thought about my family. I opened my eyes and I was still in the bird cage. I clicked my heels and said there's no place like home three times with my eyes closed. I opened them again and I was still there.
Oh come on! Why does it only work in the movies?! I thought. I needed to get out of here.

Nora's POV:

I felt Emma's forehead. It was burning up. I got a wet washcloth and placed it on her forehead. I touched her cheek and I immediately heard her voice in my head, 'Oh come on! Why does it only work in the movies?!

I pulled my hand back and looked at her. Her expression showed pain and frustration. A look I was used to from when she was training. She flinched which made her whole body spasm.
She moved her head from side to side which made the washcloth fall. I replaced it and brushed my thumb against her forehead.
Again I heard her thoughts, 'Why am I so calm? Why am I so bipolar right now? Im in a freaking bird cage for crying out loud!'
The last thought caught me off guard. A bird cage?

A minute later Patch came walking in. Worry etched across his face. His expression changed when he saw my own.

"What's wrong?" He asked sitting down.

I shook my head as Emma's expression went from calm to pain once again, "Every time her washcloth falls off I put it back on her forehead. But when I do, I can hear her thoughts." I glanced at Patch before returning my attention to Baby Em.

Patch rubbed his chin, "Is she trying to communicate with you?"

I shook my head, "No its only when I touch her forehead. She said something about being in a bird cage. Whenever I touch her she calms down. She noticed and she thinks she's becoming bipolar."

Patch's expression changed from worry to thoughtful, "Could you possibly be able to talk to her through whatever link you establish whenever you hear her thoughts?"

I shrugged, "Maybe, its worth a shot. If I do establish a link, O don't know what will happen. Whatever happens don't let me lose connection with her."

Patched nodded and grabbed my hand in reassurance. He pulled me in for a kiss and let me go. Vee and her children came up the stairs. Vee looked worried, "You're not going to like this, but there's a bunch of people outside. The just popped up out of nowhere as the kids and I walked in. I locked the door. Scott looked at Patch grimly.

I grabbed Emma's hand and heard myself gasp.

Emma's POV:

I felt the cage vibrate underneath me. I looked around from where I was sitting. All of a sudden a bright light came from the middle of the cage. I had to shield my eyes from being blinded, but when the light faded I looked up.

Standing in the middle of the cage was my mother. I stood up and stared at her. I crossed my arms, "Are you another trick?"

My mother's doppelganger stared at me. She ran towards me and gathered me in her arms. Well this was new. Maybe Lucifer uped his game. She started crying, "Emma? I was so worried. I'm here to help you."

I backed out of her embrace, "You are a trick aren't you? Your mind tricking me. Admit it!" I turned around to where the cage door was, "This is very funny! You actually made an illusion that acts and looks just like my mother! Good job! I'm never going to say yes!"

My fake-mom stared at me, "Emma? What's going on? I'm here to get you out of here. Em? You're in a coma. Your father and Scott are fighting demons here at the house. We need to get you out of your own head and to somewhere safe."

I glanced at her with a Cipriano scowl, "Nice story. I don't buy it. You show up inside my head asking me to come with you. First time I did that I was tortured! I'm in hell. And I don't think I'll be coming out until I say yes."

My mom stared at me and then yelled at me. This illusion was starting to act just like mom, "Dammit Emmaline! I'm trying to save your life! I swear that I'm taking you away from here back home. All your father and I want is for you to be safe! Your father is outside killing demons and here I am arguing with my daughter while her mind is being held hostage by Lucifer!"

I stared at her with wide eyes, "I never told you that..."

Mom put her hand on my cheek, "You didn't have to. Baby, I am your mother. I can tell if you havent told me something." She wiped the tears from my eyes, "Come on, let's get out of here.". I nodded and grabbed her hand.

I saw a blinding light and I opened my eyes to find myself laying down in my bedroom with my mother still holding my hand.

Mom gave me a knowing smile, "You're home, Emmy. You're home."

A/N: I have finished this chapter! Yay! Hope you all liked it!