The Seven.

Chapter 6

''Yeah, I get it

You're an outcast

Always under attack

Always coming in last

Bringing up the past

No one owes you anything''

I lay with my back pressed against my bedroom wall with my sheets sticking to my naked legs for what felt like the millionth time smouldering in the Louisiana heat, listening to the same song, on repeat like every single afternoon, staring at the photo of Her. I pulled the photo from the wall, and stared at it, hungrily consuming her features that I breathed, dreamed. The thing I saw when I closed my eyes, and when they were open, in the street lamps, in the leaves in fall, the sound of water running along the stones at the creek that sounded like her laughter, and it ripped me up, ripped my shredded heart, I relished the pain, it keeps her face in my mind, keeps the hate of what they did fresh in my heart only matched by the all consuming longing for the soft curve of her face, the rough touch of her chapped lips on my skin. I lightly traced her features in my mind, closing my eyes and resting my head against the wall. The soft fall of her strawberry hair on her shoulders, she had never liked it long and how she would always have this half smile on her face before she burst into peals of laughter at my half hearted attempts at trying to sing. How every inch of her was covered in freckles and how she loved it when I went slow. I was the youngest of the Fallen, only 5 years ago  I lost her. I haven't searched, I know she wouldn't have wanted me to.  Slipping the photo on my back pocket of my worn jeans I stomped on my sneakers and jumped out the window. It was getting to much, I needed to go, anywhere, I just needed to move. I ran, past faded houses and porches past forgotten playgrounds and half-hearted attempts at  keeping a garden alive, I ran until I could see the brown fields and the softly waving dead grass.

Then I fell to my knees and flung my head back. Not a sound broke loose from my throat, constricted with tears. I could feel my fists ball at my side and the blood pound in my head. Just ley me cry dammit! I screamed at the topaz sky. Just let me at least cry! You took everything!, everything I loved! couldn't you at least let me cry!

 Ambriel... I jerked my head up.  Ambriel... I heard my name on the wind, like somebody was sitting there whispering it into my ear. I got up slowly, all I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears and the whisper of the wind as it swayed through the grass.  Ambriel!.  That wasn't my imagination.

I suddenly felt something grasp my wrist and looking around I came face to face with a pair of red eyes, I felt the panic seize me and the familiar feint line in my heart ripped open spewing hate into my veins. Time to go Ambriel. It hissed.

I had nowhere to run and I was caught by surprise, how did I not smell it I though frantically. I ripped my arm away and there was a burst of blue light, the last thing I saw was the shocked expression of the demon as it burst into flames and its ringing guttural shrieks as it died.

Landing with a soft thud on what appeared to be a musty old carpet, I looked up to see 5 grim familiar faces.