Chapter 9Fighting isn't really trying

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Quickly, you reached for the hilt of your sword but only found yourself grabbing at air. Your wide eyes shot up to your apartment where your sword was.

"Ahaha....you don't have that excuse of a weapon, do you?" Crowley softly laughed and swiftly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder as easily as him picking up paper. "Duty calls!" He chirped, heading back on wear the bloodsucker came from.

The apartment complex gradually became farther and farther away. And so was the Curse Gear...The only hope of getting out of this.

Your body started to fidget and hiccup while tears streamed down your cheeks. Your fingers curled around The fabric of Crowleys short cape. "Let me go." As demanding as you tried to sound, your voice broke and automatically made Crowly bark a laugh. "Now, you know I can't do that~"
"....."
The world felt like it was crumbling down on you and everything became blurry.  Words pop into your head and your quickly tensed. "Seraph of the end.... The angels trumpet" You mumbled, questioning on where that had come from. Crowley's body quickly stiffer and his grip losses. Now was your chance

You quickly pulled a Fuda out of your sleeve and placed it on his back.  You scrambled out of his grip and began to ran and shouted "EXPLODE!" As you said those words, you could hear the sound of explosion and a body hitting the floor. But you didn't dare turn back. The only thing on your mind was to grab your sword. So you darted as fast as you could to your place and ran up the stairs, knowing the damage Crowley got wouldn't keep him down for very long.

Your slammed your door open and ran to your closet, swinging the door open and pulled out your sword. You quickly turned your gaze toward your window and back at your door. No one came. Only silence.You slightly let your guard down but as if on cue, the sound of glass broke and hit the floor. You turned to the window and swung your sword. The sword swung at full force but the sword being grabbed out of your hands and thrown to the ground maid your skin turn pale.Your heart sank as you heard the sound of metal clash against the wooden floor and the sharp pane of someone grabbing your wrist hit you. "You are quite the brat, aren't you?"

A man with a white long hair pulled into a ponytail had his fingernail dig into the skin of your wrist. You quickly tried to pry your hand away from the white hairs mans grip but his grasp on you was horrifyingly too strong. "But I have no time to play around." He continued.

Before you could protest, your eyes were stuck on the tall lean man that had white hair....white hair.

Your body shook with rage and you pulled your hand away from the mans grip, adrenalin running threw you. "FERID" you spat, stepping back and pressing yourself against a wall, not wanting anywhere near him.

Ferid stepped closer and smiled wickedly. "Your so much older from last time i saw you~" He purred. "So tiny and so helpless.." he shifted his gaze onto your figure, studying you. You felt sick at the thought of him even glancing at you. "I guess nothing really changed, has it? Still helpless....still useless." He said softly and drawing out the word still. Ferid brushed his finger threw you hair and down your neck, and touched the bite mark he left on you from what seemed like so long ago.

You quickly tried looking around the room, trying to find anything to get him off you. "No, no, no," he said, grabbing your chin roughly and making you look at him. "There is no way out for hopeless, little (Y/N)." You glared at Ferid and spat on his face, blinded by your fear and anger on what he could do to you. But Ferid only snickerd and wiped the saliva of his cheek. "Your just like Mika- how cute." The name Mika made your eyes go wide but before you could question him on it, a voice interupted him.


"Stop playing with your food, we need to get going." Crowley said boringly yet still smiling. Farid turned and walked toward him, hands out and chuckling. "Fine, fine." You realized that this was a chance to run- the door was right next to you. But Ferid was smart. He knew you couldn't run to far without being caught. He knew you were going to lose this round, one way or another, and you knew that too. Where was everyone? Where was your team? Maybe you weren't really apart of the team and only just a submitted for something greater. You looked at the back of ferries back and thought on how everything could have been different if only you died and Aaron lived. You bet this would have a happier ending.


"And as for you~"Crowley spoke, pointing his finger at you. "You will be severely punished for making such a mess of everything. This could have gone a lot easer if you wouldn't have put up a fight." Ferid scoffed and glanced back at you. "They always got in trouble when they were younger. A lot of times, they would get their little friend, what his name.....? Aaron? They always got little Aaron in trouble." Ferid smirked and walked away next to Crowley. "I mean, that the main reason why he's dead. Right, (Y/N)?" You knew if you fought back, you would have a high chance of being killed, but at the moment, that felt like the best option.

You threw your body at Ferid and was able to knock him from his balance but he quickly responded and threw you to the ground. The pain in your lungs told you that a rib or two had broke. You coughed up blood but Ferid quickly stomped on your back. "Okay, funs over." You saw in the corner of your eye, Crowley got an object out. He healed down next to you and a sharp pain flicked into your neck. It was a needle. "Time to sleep~"

Your body fit numb and your vision became blurry, either from the substance they had enjected into you or tears in your eyes. But everything was slow. So slow. Your body was pulled up and was being carried off. Was this the end? Was time finally ending for you. Either way,it didn't matter. Your vision became worse and eventually everything went black.








In the back of your head, your heard Kiyoshi's cold voice ring threw your head

"This is only the beginning."

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