Forty-Two:
When I woke up again the lights were turned off and sunlight was trying to poke through the door that was held slightly ajar.
And to just think, at midnight tonight Hell Hounds would be coming after me to drag me to Hell.
I bit back a sob and tried to see around the mass of surgical equipment and the mass of blood that was my stomach. I couldn't remember what the Medicus bastard had taken from me- but from the numbing sting, it couldn't be good.
'You wouldn't believe what we found in you.'
I looked up and around to see the cowboy demon, Will, leaning on a chair against the wall with a hat over his eyes.
I shouted a stream of insults and profanities, but with the gag it didn't work out as well as I had hoped.
'You got a pretty foul mouth on you for a lady.' He laughed and sat straight, moving the hat out of his eyes. 'But seriously, the amount of sulphur in your blood- I think there's more in there than there is in a normal demon.'
I tried to growl something, but still it didn't work.
Will looked around nervously, checked the corridor, then came back to me.
'Now I'm gonna take your gag off, but you have to promise to behave.' He said. I bit down on it hard to stop myself from going off. After a second I let go, and he untied it and pulled it away. It was covered in spit and blood, but he just threw it over his shoulder.
'Isn't that better?'
'You sadistic son of a bitch! What the Hell's wrong with you? What the Hell's wrong with all of you?! I hope you burn!' I screamed.
'Shh!' He put his hand over my mouth, but my jaw was too sore and tired to bite. 'You want that psycho to hear you?'
That's when I noticed the spread of blood over his stomach, spreading from the inside out where the bullet wounds had been badly bandaged.
I shook my head, and after a second he let me go.
He brought the chair close to me and sat beside me, playing with his hat.
'Ya know, not all of us demons are evil. Some o' us are just tryin' to get through the day like the rest of you mor'als.'
'Oh yeah, like I'm totally gonna believe you. You're not the first bastard to tell me that, you know.' I said, annoyed. 'Seriously man, I'm due to die today. Can't you just let me go?'
'And miss seein' your pretty face get pulled down into the Pits? Not likely, darlin'.' He laughed.
'As long as we've got that all cleared up, I feel so reassured. You lot really know how to do your job right.' I sighed and tried to stretch, ignoring how he stared at my body.
'Take a picture.' I snapped. 'It'll last longer.'
'No camera.' He patted down his pockets. 'Shame on my part.'
I narrowed my eyes. 'I hope you die soon, and painfully.'
'That sounds more like you, darlin'. But seriously though,' He moved his face close to mine, and I swallowed hard. 'I reckon you're gonna make a good demon. You already got the bitchness down to an art.'
'I'm never gonna be a demon, and you wanna know why?'
'Tell me.' He whispered.
'Because my brother's gonna save me. He's gonna stop me going to the abyss, and then we're both gonna hunt down all of you bastards, with you first.' I spat.
He smiled. 'I think, d-'
'Aren't the laws against that?'
Will continued anyway. 'That deep down, you want to be one of us. To see what it's like, because you can't resist the temptation.' I watched how his lips moved, unable to draw my eye away. 'You wanna see what it's like...what it TASTES like.'
'Yeah?' I whispered back, arching my back.
He nodded, and I smiled. I tried to move closer but couldn't, and after a second he began undoing the leather straps that held me down. Once he was done I sat up and he followed me, and moving fast I brought back my fist and hit him hard.
He fell back, clutching his bleeding nose as his eye immediately started bruising.
'You little bitch.' He spat.
I smiled and jumped up, trying to stop the room from spinning. 'That's me.'
