"No fucking way. The fuck she doing here?"
The voice came from somewhere in the back of the room where the lights hadn't fully turned on yet. I recognized the voice instantly.
"Angel, can it." I muttered. Relly clenched his fists again. I was beginning to wonder if his hands were red, yet, from how many times he clenched them. I knew he would have to get used to it and learn to channel his anger for the right time and how to set it aside when the anger was unneeded.
"Don't you fucking tell me what to do, bitch!"
I could hear the crowd shuffling, making way for him to get through. I guess they were expecting a fight to break out. They looked like they were getting ready to start chanting it, too.
Relly was getting ready to rush him as soon as Angel and I were face to face. About a foot of space was between us. Our eyes connected and it was nothing but pure hatred and anger. His fists were slowly being brought up into a fighting stance. I held my hand out to Relly as if to motion for him to stop and calm down.
"If it's a fight you want, Angel, then you're going to have to wait for it." I smirked, turning away. I kept him in my line sight though. He was known to throw low blows. And this wasn't play time anymore.
"You're a fucking slut, bringing your bitch ass lover down here to defend you. Typical. I bet you couldn't fight if you wanted to, weak ass bitch. Fuck you!" He smirked.
Relly lunged for Angel. I pushed my shoulder up in between Relly's ribs. Being short had it's advantages. Spinning on my heels after Relly was down, I rushed at Angel. His golden eyes staring in awe with an expression twisting from a shit eating grin to one that said he knew what was coming. Angel's dark brown hair was tied up in a pony tail so all the frizz was in one, long, tangled, mess that found itself in my left hand as my right was headed for his crooked, snaggle toothed smirk. I yanked at his hair and reared my right fist back to have it cupped by none other than Lucifer.
"If it's a fight you want, Angel, you take it up with me. I'll be the decider of whom is pitted against whom. Not you. Aeris, would you kindly?"
He reached out his hand as if I were to hand over the grip I had on Angel's pony tail. A smirk played across my face and I kicked his shins, bringing him to his knees, then yanked the pony tail forward and handed it over to Lucifer. And audible yelp from Angel when his hair was pulled caused me to chuckle.
"I think you're beginning to have a little fun with this. I just may have to train you my self, Little Lotty."
I froze. Little Lotty was a nickname of a character I was writing back in middle school. But only one other character in the story called her that, her talking demon dog. My eyes followed Lucifer as he dragged Angel to the other side of the bunker like room, and then to his feet.
Lucifer, then, looked out at the rest of us. The whole crowd was silent.
"I'll let you all get into your little groups of four or three. Line up behind Angel when you have. Angel, you'll be spending your first nights alone. The rest of you, will follow me to the mess hall, I'll be assigning barracks."
He put his hand in the air and slowly started to put one finger down at a time. Everyone scrambled to group up and line up. Everyone but Amiee, Relly, and I. We were first group together, second in line. By the time Lucifer's hand turned into a fist, signalling we were out of time, he had begun to turn around. We followed him through a long, dim, metal lined hallway into a cafeteria. I figured that the first room was just for everyone until Lucifer came down. But then, why was it Amiee, Relly, and I that he chose to personally escort down? And were we the only ones he escorted down? If so, why? None of us could be that special.
