A Raven Named Insanity

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"why the long face, babe?" alistor teased. i shot him a glare and shuffled after him and the rest of my crew down a dark almost, abandoned looking street. we had just finished a house and of course i was not happy with what my own team mate was forcing me to do. but i stil put on a slightly happier face and went on with my work because, lifes hard.

so is being a shadow of your soul and self for years on end.  when we finally found a group of unmarked houses, there was only three so i stuck behind. fine with me.  i hummed and twiddled my thumbs waiting for one of my friends. "well, well, well, looks like we have a hot piece of ass in our part of town." a unfamilar voice chuckled out, earning a few laughs from at least three other members of this gang of demons. i whipped around and slid my hand into the inside right pocket of my trench coat and wrapped my fingers around a knife. "why don' you put down the knife sweethear'? i don' wanna hur' you." the leader coaxed. on of his followers, probably th not very smart one laughed. "we definitely dont wanna hurt you." he grinned. i wrapped my hand around my knife tighter, prays for ceberus or someone to show up and help me. the three men must have noticed me looking for someone because the leader looked at his thugs. "take her. lets do this somewhere more private" he muttered, but i still heard him. i flug my knife out of my coat and swung it at the first guy to walk toward me. he stepped back, but still got knicked in the cheek. he growled and looked to his teammate. his partner lunnged and wedged his around around me and sealing my knife agaisnt my own throat.

have i ever told you im a terrible fighter?

my teammates still hadn't got back and this point i hope they found what we were looking for they took so fucking long. 

trapped with my sharp knife against i throat and a slimy demon holding it there. great. the leader nodded to the side with his head and my demon seatbelt walked my down the street. and took a turn through a yard way to a very very dark alleyway. 

this is the part where i'd love to say i fought a good fight when the tossed me to the ground and fucked them up pretty bad and they left me alone. hell, i wouldn't mind saying that my team found me and they fucked up my captors and made a joke about me being a terrible fighter. 

i'd love to say demons aren't slimy with no honor code and don't only take women captive for one reason. and id love to say this had a happy ending for me.

but, Im not a liar.

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left for dead isnt as bad as it sounds.

 its quiet and you have a lot of time to think about what went wrong your life.

 well, selling my soul to satan probably would be a could start. but, i was so young. who the hell takes the soul of a ten year old? i sputered and coughed and panic creeped up my legs and i wondered if i was going to die now. no such luck. my airway cleared and i sucked in a cold breath. why this was dragging on was behond me. even if my friends found me, i was too hurt. being left for dead also gives you time to look through your options and asses how hurt you are. i couldnt feel my legs and they had torn my vocal cords. i have a huge gash in my stomach and i didnt think i was going to bleed out but my colapsing lungs was going to suffocate me, and i would blot out of exsistence. or, die.  so, i layed contorted in a rather embaressing way, and tapped three of my fingers to keep me entertained. it was my whole hand that i could move but my pinky and ring finger got stuck together, and i was to weak to do anything about it.

figures.

i sat for a little while and my hands grew cold. i rested them down and let myself slip away. that is until i felt someone move me. my bare side rubbed agaisnt the gravel, and probably would have hurt at the speed we were going, but i couldn't feel it. my other arm dragged uselessly underneith me and i decided that it must have been dislocated. i moved for what seemed like hours and i found my eyes growing heavy. "no sleeping." a loud and still unfamiliar voice stated. i rolled my eyes back and regreted it, because one eye filled with red fluid. and i was now half blind too. the ground changed and it went from gravel, to grass, to stone, to dirt, to dry grass. we must have traveled for most of the night though, i couldnt see the sun. finally we stopped and i was in pitch dark. perhaps i had dreamed the whole thing? maybe im dieing? "you are dieing, but you are not going to die." the voice said again. how did it hear my thoughts? i was rather confused. "you are speaking outloud. common symptom of resent trama. you arent speaking very well so you vocal cords might be seriously injured." the voice said calmly. i heard some russling and a few curses from the voice, when the voice touched me, it began tearing at what little rags of clothing i still had on.  i whimpered. the voice made a comforting noise. "im not going to hurt you, i just need to take them off so i can see your bruises and cuts. this will be alot easier if you let me." it stroked my cheek softly and even that hurt. "okay." i growled out, now understanding why my voice in my head was so raspy. she, i decided it was a she because of the sound of the voice. she cut away my shirt and rolled my onto my back.  i still couldn't see anything after a few moments i felt a cold touch in different places. and where there was once pain, cold replaced. i relaxed immensely and i grew tired. i closed my eyes. "no dying if your going to go to sleep, alright?" i nodded. and fell into a deep sleep.

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