The Most Powerful (The Unforgiven)

Chapter 4 (The Truth Be Told)

"I want them now!" Satan screamed, throwing desks with our lethal supernatural weapons on it. "When I get my hands on his next creation, so help me, I will strangle their scrawny little necks, which will make their beady little eyes go pop!" Satan turned to look at me, his pale face hinted with pink. "Pop!"

"We have to be smart. A good approach..." I trailed off. What was the point in killing them if there's another to take their place?

"Right. That's what I have you for, Ethan." He gripped my shoulders, forcing me to face him. "I have a plan."

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The dog that was now a human was swerving all-over the road like a drunk driver. If he's supposed to be in control, then I don't want to see the others when they're not.

"Are you okay?" The teenage looking girl that was truly a cat smiled and rubbed my arm tenderly.

"I just can't believe this..." I went on. I glanced out the dark window, only to see stars and car lights. "Why me?" I looked at her with a tear stained face, straining to keep it together. "I don't want to be chosen. Not if it's like this."

Bella made a facial expression of sympathy. Before she could speak, we came to a halt.

"We're here."

Everyone leapt out of the car, three helping me to the door. Molly, Bella, and Piggy were all helping me constantly, the others following close behind. When they got me inside of the house, they sat me on a dark-blue couch. The house owned a rustic look, with Mooses and bear ornaments and wallpapers.

"This is our home, and now yours as well," Molly spoke calmly. "We will quickly get you situated, but first we have to tell you another part to the tale."

"Sam and Samantha, they were my sisters," Piggy said, looking down, as though disappointed that they couldn't be standing by his side. "I was their half brother. I came from a different father... a Guinea pig."
How revolting, I couldn't help but think.

"My mother had a sister, long ago," he explained. "She, the sister, had three children, triplets." As Piggy was going on, each one of them were looking down, or avoiding my eye contact.

"The two of the three are unknown, unseen, and unheard of. We speculate their death." I flinch slightly in reaction. "But one of the children is roaming... all children from my mother and her sibling were all considered a monstrous threat. I guess is just in our genes."

"In our genes?" I questioned. They all reacted by nervously twiddling and tapping.

"The child that survived goes by the name of Satan."

Chills ran down my spine. I sat in shock, staring at the young boy's face.

"Some go by Lucifer, the Serpent, the Devil."

They all stared holes into me as though I was at fault. I was about ready to have a meltdown if this wasn't quickly explained.

"The thing is-" Piggy cut short, looking down, as though not wanting to answer to my needs.

"What?"

"You're-" he cut short yet again, as though exhausted with grief. I stared into his eyes, waiting three minutes for him to finally answer after fumbling for words.

"You and Brianna are the daughters of Satan."

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I was finally in this unfamiliar bed the "Chosen Animals" had set up for me. I couldn't fathom what they had spoken of about this "Satan". They hadn't mentioned our mother, and I'm guessing there's a reason why.

The darkness of the room flooded my eyesight. I couldn't see a window, or the bed itself.

I lay back, trying to contemplate the right thing to do in this situation. Run from being chosen, living a normal, happy life? Or stay and fight the evil, yet killing in the process?

The Chosen Animals had also explained Sam and Samantha. But what really happened to them? Did they die at peace? Go to heaven? Hell?

Suddenly, someone's meaty hand slapped over my mouth. A poke of a needle went into the side of my neck. I could smell Cologne, and by their strength, I could tell that it was a man.

I thrashed at first, squealing under the hand who had to be four times stronger than me. The injection ran quickly through my bloodstream, making me go limp and defenseless.

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"Howdy," Brianna said, jolting me awake. I sat up, looking down at my wrists, which were uncomfortably tied up. Brianna bit at the thick rope, which already seemed to do no good.

She gave up, slouching back against the brick wall that surrounded us. The floor was made out of a thick, gray stone. It was harsh upon my bottom. Or maybe I just didn't have the padding for it.

"And to think that our demon powers would get us out of anything," Brianna said, shaking her head in dispointment. I simply stared, expecting her to elaborate. She looked off with no defiance. Only lost faith.

"What?" I stuttered. She didn't even look at me. She just stared off, as though waiting for something to happen.

"Okay, listen up, chums," a man with legitimate flames in his eyes said, popping out from the corner outside our cell. "Ethan here was escort the two of you to the execution facility," he said all business-like. It broke when he chuckled a what seemed to be an innocent evil.

But his presence sure as hell felt no where near innocent.

A large, broody man stepped into view. He had a dark complexion, and he walked with a bounce as though excited to follow demands. He forced a large smirk, showing no pity what-so-ever.

I looked at Brianna, but saw no emotion. Only bitterness and hopelessness.

"I'm Satan, by the way," the flame guy said, bowing as though obliged to meet us. "Ethan," he ordered, gesturing towards us. He walked away quickly ahead.

I could feel my face frozen in fear, and simply stared at Brianna's face, which seemed paralyzed.

Ethan opened our cell, and walked inside. Instead of plucking us from our cells to torture us, he sat on the floor alongside us. I stared in disbelief, as well as Brianna.

"I'm not working against the two of you," he said, looking up at us with large, brown eyes, and a hopeful expression. I about jumped with sheer joy for my life when the next sentence escaped his lips.

"I'm on your side, and I'm getting you the hell out of here."