The Fallen (5SOS Fanfic) Completed

Chapter 12

**Ashton's POV**

We all look up sharply at Caitilin,
'There is?' I ask hopefully, she nods uncertainly.
'Well tell us!' I say, sitting up and leaning towards her.
'You won't like it.' She replies.
'Caitilin,' I say, 'Nero is my mate and the love of my life. I will do anything to get her back. Now please, tell us how I can get into Hell.' She sighs.
'Well, you-you have-you have to murder a mortal. When a High kills a human they instantly become Fallen. But it hurts, all of your feathers fall out and the have to grow back in the space of about a minute, most don't survive it.'

They all stare at me, it's obvious they don't think I'll do it.
'I'll do it.' I say determinedly.
'Ash- Wait WHAT?' Calum says, 'Your actually going to kill an innocent mortal just for Nero?'
'She's not "just Nero"' I tell him, 'And who said anything about innocent?'....
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Caitilin and I fly overhead, watching the man in the long coat following a young girl of about thirteen or fourteen, what she's doing out so late I've got no idea. She turns into an alley, obviously taking a shortcut. The man follows quickly and so do Caitilin and me.
Being a fairy, Caitilin is able to see a persons past, and by looking at the man she was able to tell me, with disgust, that the man we're following has hurt girls like this many times. He's far from innocent.
As he gets about and arms length from the girl, I land silently in front of him, my soon to be black wings glowing in the moonlight. He gapes at me as the girl carries on unknowingly along the alley until she's finally out of sight.
'I know what you were going to do.' I tell him.
'Wha-What do you mean?' He asks in a gravely voice, I notice his hand drifting to his pocket where I know a knife is stored.
'You were going to hurt that girl.' I say.
'I don't know what you mean.' He replies.
'Don't be silly, I know all. I see all. You were going to hurt her, weren't you.' I asks, examining my hand as I make heavenly fire dance across my fingers. He gasps,
'What the hell are you?' he asks. I look up at him with eyes filled with white fire.
'Your end.' He lunges forward, the knife raised, I catch his hand and grab the knife from it, handing it to Caitilin who's behind him. I then start bringing my flaming hand nearer and nearer to his face as he starts to scream.....
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I fling his body away, revolted with myself. I just killed someone, I know he was a terrible person, but he was still just a defenceless mortal. And the worst thing was, I enjoyed seeing the light leave his eyes.
I turn to Caitilin who's eyes are fixated on the mans body.
'When does the change sta-' I break off abruptly as a burning hot pain shoots across my back, directly on my wing joints. I fall to the ground as the burning increases until it's just hot white agony, I scream and scream as my feathers start ripping themselves from my wings and falling to the concrete below. I writhe and flail begging for it to stop. I want to die, it hurts to much to bear. Tears stream down my cheeks and all I can do is scream while Caitilin watches on helplessly.
After what feels like hours but I know was only about a minute, the pain starts diminishing until it's just a dull burning throb in the middle of my back.
'Ashton?' Caitilin asks. 'Ashton are you okay?' Ignoring her question, I reply with one of my own.
'Has it worked? Am I Fallen?'
'I think you'd better see for yourself.'
I stand up slowly, my legs feeling like sticks of jelly underneath me. Slowly I spread my stiff wings, my eyes closed tightly. I want to look. But on the other hand I don't. I take a deep breath and open my eyes.
Holy crap!
They're black, the wings I've had for longer than I can remember are now as dark as night, I try to summon heavenly fire, but it's no use, instead I try for the first time to summon deathly fire. The black flames flicker across my palm. It's happened, it's actually happened. I'm Fallen.
**************************************Michael's POV**

'I can't believe he's really going to do it.' Luke says disbelievingly,
'I'm not sure he'll be able to.' Calum replied.
'I have the feeling he will.' I say, 'We all know how determined Ash can get.'
'Yeah, but will he really go that far for someone? I mean, once a High becomes Fallen, it's permanent, unless there's a cure that no one knows about. Which, I doubt there is.' Luke says.
'Well if he can't do it then there's nothing we can do, we can force him. But if he ha-' I'm interrupted by a knock on the door.
'It's them.' Calum says. I open the door and Ash and Caitilin walk in. Ash looks tired and sore and Caitilin looks scared.
'Errm, did it work?' Calum asks uncertainly. Ash looks at us all and sighs, he straightens up, his wings become visible and black and white flames flicker around his body.
'Yeah.' He says, 'It worked.' He looks broken, obviously he misses being High, but it was his choice and there's nothing we can do now.
'C'mon.' Cal says. 'Let's go to Hell.' Unfortunately, Caitilin is unable to come with us, it's completely impossible for fairies to get into hell and there's no loopholes in that rule like there was for Ashton.
'How do we get there?' Luke asks.
'Fallen can open a doorway to Hell anywhere.' Ash tells us. He closes his eyes and a split-second later, a black doorway appears in front of us. Calum looks at me and spreads his arm wide.
'After you.'....
**************************************Nero's POV**

The knife comes down again, slashing at my skin as I scream and the Mighty and Low look down at me laughing at my pain. The knife is like solid acid being dragged through my flesh, it makes my blood feel like fire and my bones like splinters.
'Please,' I whimper 'Please stop, I'm begging you, it hurts, I just want it to stop.'
'Oh no, we're having far to much fun watching you in agony.' The Low says, smiling gruesomely down at me, his butchered wings spread out and looming over me. He places the knife against my face and draws it down, pushing deep as crimson blood mixes with the tears on my face, staining m clothes and pooling on the floor.
'Argh! No! Please, Ashton! Michael! Calum! Luke! Anyone! Help me please!'
'Shut up!' He says viciously, slicing my arms again and slapping me across the face.
'Enough!' The Mighty says, 'Knock her out, we'll finish her later. She's almost gone and it won't be any fun if she only lasts this long.' She looks down at me in disgust. 'Don't worry Nero.' She says, 'It'll all be over soon.' The Low punches me hard in the head, but before I loose consciousness, I swear I can see the hazy outline or Ashton in the doorway, a look of stricken terror on his face as he stares at me.
'Ashton.' I whisper before falling into blackness.
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Hey guys, so the story is coming to a close, but don't worry, there will be a sequel :) Please comment what you think of the story so I can make improvements and stuff and if you think it's good enough, a vote would be really cool to. :)