Up In The Clouds

6: Taken

     She smirked with an evil look in her eyes, "I'm not the believer, but I'm close. I'm the messenger, a descendent from the Greek god Hermes." She then took my wrist and twisted it almost to the point of breaking it. I winced, too shocked and in pain to retaliate. I soon stumble to the ground, water in my eyes. I bite my lip to try and take the pain away from my now damaged arm. I can't cry here. Not in front of this traitor! I think to myself as I lean agents the wall. I wipe the tears from my eyes as I do so, then proceed to wrap my arm around my knees.

     I squinted my eyes at her in disgust, "Hermes is a god, you are a demon. Quit lying to me."

     "Look dreamer boy!" she walked closer to be, revealing a golden dagger from behind her back, "If you were to pay attention for two seconds in school, you would know that Hermes was the god of conning people. And what did I just do to you?" she smirked at me once again, her eyes flaring with anger and accomplishment. I was once again, speechless. She then charged at me with the dagger, screaming bloody murder.  Fortunately, I had just barley dogged the dagger by a centimeter. I had jumped to the side, although it knocked me off my feet. I cumslly got to my feet,  thinking she would attack multiple times, but I turned out to be wrong. She pushed herself from the wall where I once stood, took the dagger from the crack in the wall witch she had created, looked me in the eyes, and said something in Greek, "Όλες οι δαίμονες αυξηθεί και να προετοιμαστούν για να επιτεθεί αυτό το μη-πιστός!" Not knowing Greek, I had absolutely no clue what she was saying, all I knew was that it was probably something really bad and that I should scared.  She then raised her arms and bowed her head between them.

      What the fuck is she doing? I think she's mental.   I thought, having a confused expression on my face. I knew I would've laughed at that statement after thinking it over again any other time of my life, but I was too scared to even move an inch. I then looked around me, the walls of the white hospital building turning grey to black, as did everything else. All the people in the hospital had changed as well, turning into demons with glowing eyes. All after one target. Me.

     There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to go. The building started to shake like an earthquake. I still lay on the floor from dogging Emma's dagger, and I don't dare to move an inch from this spot now. I close my eyes hard and prepare for the worst. I couldn't take the anxiety  anymore. If they are going to kill me, how bad could death be anyway?

      I squinted my eyes open, one demon standing out to me above all the rest. He was a red head and his eyes were glowing blue instead of silver, which would explain some part of it, but what really stood out to me was the black crate he was holding. The other demons made a path  for him, and he struggled to get it in front of me.  After a few about a minute of struggling, an older demon, about twenty helped the much smaller demon with the box. He placed it down in front of me and turned to the kid, "Come on, Leon!  If you don't do your job we're gonna have to kill you. Or worse." He took one glance at me and shivers went up my spine

      He mumbled under his breath, "Well, look who's on their period." and opened the box. Then he turned to me and whispered, "Don't worry, you'll be okay. I've got a plan."

     His eyes looked hopeful and I smiled, "Whatever you say. Do I have to get in the box?"

     "Yeah. But look on the bright side,  it's a good transportation." I laughed at him. For a demon, this kid wasn't so bad. I climbed into the crate as the demons ordered, and they shut the top, locking me in.