Lucifer

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Micky spots Lucifer and rushes over to his solemn face after all the hunters have retreated. The ones left alive, that is. Micky lets out a small gasp upon looking at the gruesome sight that has filled Lucifer's vision. Gabriel walks over, his back straight and body only clothed by a pair of blue jeans.

Gabriel snorts while looking down at Sheldon's body. "A fighter," he laughs. "I took that rogue down with my left hand." And for some reason, that boosts Gabriel's anger and he kicks Sheldon's lifeless, still body. How was he beat by this guy?

"That is enough," Lucifer snaps. "Everyone return to the pack house and wait for me inside." But Micky knows better than to leave. She knows the thoughts running through her mate's head about not being a strong enough leader. And at that moment, Lucifer is thinking about how he is useless and can't even protect his pack. If he could, would his beta be dead right now?

"You are beautiful," Micky starts, wrapping her arms around Lucifer and kissing his bare shoulder. "And strong. I've never seen someone fight as fiercely and with as much passion as you did. This field is scattered with bodies, Lucifer. Only one of them is our own. That's because of you. Not me, or anyone else. If you weren't here, we would have lost. We would have lost a whole entire pack. Everyone is grateful and in your debt, including me. You are a leader, Lucifer. That's what you were born to be." Lucifer shakes his head.

"I was born to be a murderer, and that's all I am." With his response, Lucifer turns around and slashes a nearby hunter with his claws. Micky shuts her eyes and looks away.

"Open your eyes, love." Micky does. Lucifer's bloody hand reaches up and swipes some dripping blood onto his mate's face, leaning in and kissing her lips softly. "A murderer, Assassin. Just like you." Micky's blood runs cold and she steps back immediately, fuming.

"I did what was right for my people. Don't you dare bring up the life I was forced in to. I was forced to fight today because of you." Micky pokes his chest with a deadly glare, pulling off her bag of arrows and throwing them onto the field. Lucifer watches, putting up a guard to mask the anger that's pounding on his throat. "Now you can injure others. That's your specialty, right?" Micky turns to face the pack house and walks back, her fists tightly clenched and her teeth grinding.

"It's not my specialty, it's the only thing I'm good at," Lucifer growls. Micky slows to a stop and turns around, some of her anger dispersing.

"You haven't killed me. You haven't given me a disability. And what about the pack? Would you injure any of them?" Lucifer stands still.

"You know the answer to that." Lucifer's eyes flicker over to Gabriel who stands in behind the single glass window in the kitchen, surely listening to everything.

"You lead the pack. I'd call that a specialty." Micky turns back around and lays down her bow so that she can stuff her hands in her pockets. "Unfortunately, you are also amazing at hurting others mentally and using weaknesses in times you don't need to." Lucifer doesn't say anything as Micky walks to the house and enters, not turning around a single time. He follows soon after though.

"We have won a battle," Lucifer announces to the pack gathered before him. "But we lost one of our own. That's why we are gathered-to celebrate a short life and grieve the sudden loss." Lucifer picks up Sheldon's body and throws it into a fire, separate from the one the hunters were burned in. Micky throws her rose into the fire as well and soon Lucifer and the rest of the pack follows.

"Dismissed," Lucifer announces after a few minutes. He can no longer see any clothes or skin or hair so he turns and walks inside, leaving a few others to put out the fire. Micky watches him leave then goes upstairs to the bathroom. She pulls out the letter she found in Joshua's pants pocket from the cabinet next to the mirror. Micky looks over and locks the door quickly, then unfolds the paper with a deep breath. She starts reading.

We didn't expect to win, and if you are reading this, we obviously did not. I don't know if I'm still alive, or if I'm a prisoner, or if my body is about to be burned. I don't care. What I care about is you, Michaela. Not 'Assassin' or Micky; fresh, raw Michaela. I know that you hate it when I call you that though.

Straight on to the point now: I don't think you are safe. Run, Michaela. Run like we used to. Run through the trees with your hair flying backwards. Let your senses guide you. Let the dirt and leaves sprinkle in your hair. Think about me; think that I'm going to pass you and push yourself to go faster. No excuses, no complaining. Just run. Gain your freedom. Do it for me.

Right where we met to attack the pack the night you were captured waits a camera. There is surveillance on that area 24/7. We have forced the pack to keep some of our people in case you turn up so we can collect you. Realize what we are risking for you. Don't be selfish, Michaela. Please. Do it for your family.

Your dad is going crazy (as am I). You know how passionate he gets about things. He won't lose his babygirl. I won't either. Let me guide you-I will watch from heaven (assuming I get in) and push you in the right direction. I won't let anything happen to you, princess. I promise. Trust me.

Don't worry about this. All you have to do is run. Just like you used to. Remember when we would run together and I would throw you over my shoulder just so that you could keep up with me? I'll still be there to place you over my shoulder and carry you through to safety. Please run to freedom, princess. Do it to keep peace. Do it for yourself or me. Whatever helps you return safely.

Love,

Joshua

Micky tears have smeared some of the ink on the page and she rereads some of the letter. I've been so selfish, Micky thinks. Sheldon died because of me. Joshua died by my hands and because of me. Why would they want me back? I shouldn't go back. I don't want to cause or feel any more pain. It stops now.

With those last thoughts, Micky reaches over and peels the blade from a razor. She starts to dig in, clamping her teeth down as she saws into her arm, hitting the same spot over and over until she's to dizzy to repeat her actions. Micky falls with a silent scream and Lucifer hears the thud and comes running. The smell of blood causes him to immediately ram his body into the door until it breaks down. He sees his mate lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood, the razor near her right hand. She's not breathing. Lucifer screams for help.

Exciting chapter, eh? Hope you liked it! Don't forget to vote and comment! Have a beautiful day, gorgeous! Love, Sierra