Lucifer

He's Vulnerable?

He stops at the door. He shoves his hands into both pants pockets.

He's looking at the door.

"Such anger you have. Someone with that much anger comes from somewhere. Not only because the person had a fight with her boss" Huh?

"What are you talking about?" He looks at me.

"It's not what Ms George...it's who" He looks back at the door. Is he messing with me or something?

"How is what you're doing now is going to help me? I don't even understand what your saying" I clench my hands. That anger again. Where the heck is it coming from!

"Look above the door. Look at the split" I look above the entrance door.

I see a crack. It's the only one there. One that looks big enough to shove a straw through it and would be able to see outside this door. Couple centimeters wider and someone would've been able to completely see through it.

I look back at Lucifer.

"Are you implying that I'm the one who did that?"

"I'm stating that you're that one who did it. I'm certain you do not remember right now, but I'm hoping I can trigger a flashback" I look at his face. He's serious.

Of course he is. I've never seen him joke about anything. Instead of doubting what he says I will make it an interest to find out more. What is the point of doubting when there are things  happening to me that I don't understand. I need someone right now who can tell me what's going on. Someone who seems to know.

But...why would Lucifer want to help me? It's really bothering me. I don't know him as the type of person who helps people. I've never seen it.

"Why do you want to help me?" It takes nothing out of me to ask him. I'm not that shy.

He keeps looking at the crack in the wall. Is he ignoring me?

"Sir?" I remember he told me once that he doesn't like to be called Sir, so maybe it'll get his attention.

"Are you having problems remembering Ms George?"

"Yes but I want to know why you-"

"Why would I want to deceive you? Wasn't I the one who broke you from the spell Samuel cast on you?" I'm taken aback by what he just said. Especially to call that bastards name. The reminder of what that he did to me makes the anger I'm trying to suppress even worst.

It gets so much that I feel as if I'm going to loose control of myself. I start trembling. A funny feeling develops in my gut, also my head. I also feel really...nauseous. My eyes gets dark. I feel this unusual feeling develops inside me, like...energy.

"Ms George"

"Don't call my name!" The ground under my feet begins to shake, so is the rest of the building.

This is unbelievable!

"Remember I told you that the power you have can also destroy others! This is what I'm talking about! If you don't control it your going to kill everyone in this building! I can help you! Bit by bit I will help you!" I don't care. This feels good.

So good.

I shut my eyes. I hold out my hands and shut my palms. When I feel my feet off the ground I smile.

"Christina!" I feel a hand wrap around my right wrist.

I open my eyes and look down at him.

"I want to help you because you...you need my help! I know you don't want to kill everyone here! Your a good person!"