The Angel's Demonic Guardian

Missing (Final Part)

It's pretty anticlimactic, please forgive me. I have no excuse except for writer's block. The next chapter will be better, I think. :P

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The girl ran, she ran away from the demon that pursued her. It was futile, she knew that, but she continued running because that’s just how humans were. They clung to any thread of hope.

All chance of escape was lost for the girl when a clawed hand wrapped around her throat and she was pushed down to the ground.

“Where are they?” A surprisingly smooth voice asked. You’d think a demon this scary would sound animalistic, this one sounded like he just wanted to talk.

“I don’t know!” The girl cried, thrashing around pitifully. She pulled at the claws around her neck trying to pry herself free from the suffocating hold.

The demon’s grip around her throat tightened and she felt the sharpness dig into her skin.

“Eric!” She shouted desperately as panic started to get all her thoughts jumbled. “Eric Grace knows!”

"Please," she cried, "just let me go."

The demon chuckled, sharp teeth sticking out from his bottom lip. “Thank you for your time.”

His hold tightened and the girl couldn’t breathe, she thrashed even harder until she felt no air enter her lungs. Everything went black.

The girl woke up in her bed seconds later, hands wrapped around her neck protectively.

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Aeron looked around the dimly lit room warily. “Are you sure about this?”

Carter grinned at her jauntily. “Relax Aery~ Interrogation is Nathan’s specialty. He’ll have this Eric guy talking before you know it.”

“And you’re sure this is our guy?” Aeron asked again, looking at her Guardian.

“Positive.” Gabriel murmured. “All of the four students you had me visit last night confessed to being part of the investigation in some way but that Eric Grace was the one who petitioned to have all the missing students placed in the special program.”

Gabriel did visit a lot of people last night. If a normal visit involved entering people’s dreams and chasing them around until they admitted the truth, then Gabriel had a very nice chat.

If only they’d stop struggling so much and screaming though. It was rude.

Aeron nodded, turning her attention back towards the two people in the middle of the room. An illusion made the rest of them invisible to the human, thankfully.

The captive – though Nathan preferred the term victim – was bound to a metal chair by his hands and legs. Nathan, a table between them, stood in front of him sporting red hair and a mask. A light bulb, being the only source of light, hung above them, swinging back and forth slowly.

How cliché.

“What happened during the drug investigation that ended two months ago?” Nathan interrogated, slapping both hands over the table. He was always one for theatrics, wasn’t he?

Eric gulped, almost comically, sweat running down his face. “I am not permitted to tell you.”

Nathan smirked, his eyes glowed a bright golden. Eric stiffened, face growing pale.

Aeron glanced at Carter. “What did he do?”

Carter giggled, tail flicking back and forth. “It’s Nathan’s special ability. He’s able to reach into a person’s mind, take whatever they fear and show it to them in the most horrible ways.”