Hereafter // L.S

Chapter 22

When Louis opened his eyes, he was blinded by bright, white, lights. He squinted, body aching in pain.

"Louis, My sweet boy, I'm so sorry" He heard his human father crying, another voice sobbing in the back. His mother. "I should have saved you both, I was so lost, I'm so sorry baby" His father cried, holding Louis' small, childlike hand. Louis tiredly stared at them, shaking his head.

"It's not your fault papa" he whispered softly.

His words were strangled, hard to hear, almost as if he were drowning. The exact way he died as a child.

The words Louis spoke were useless, his father and mother still sobbing. His heart clenched in pain, and he wanted to scream out. He looked down at his hands that lied on a hospital bed, blue and lifeless.

The boy began to cry, shaking his head. This emotional and physical pain was taking a terrible toll on him.

"Louis" his fathers voice seemed to morph into a much meaner tone.

"Wake up, stupid Angel"

"Louis!"

Two voices echoed in the room he was in, the small boy tiredly opening his eyes. He went to move his hands, but he was tied to a hospital bed. He immediately looked to his hands, sighing in relief seeing they were not blue.

He continued to look around, his wings laid behind him, the needles no longer in them. He was in a soft bed, with his hands and ankles each tied to the rails on either side of him.

He glanced over, and saw an IV in his arm, taking blood. The boy was pale, and he tiredly looked up at the two demons in front of him.

"How do you feel?" One asked, glancing at Louis.

Louis just stared up at him, small tears rolling down his face. He just wanted Harry, or Liam, or Celeste.

"Hello? Stupid, he's talking to you" the other demon snapped, reaching over and grabbing Louis' chin roughly.

"Stop!" The nicer one growled, pushing the others arm away. "Shut it, your only alive and here because your the only doctor we have. Don't make me kill you" the other growled.

The nicer demon shook his head, "You won't kill me, fucking stupid, you just said I'm the only doctor available" he growled.

Louis watched, frozen in fear as the two progressively got louder.

"Fuck this" the mean demon growled, storming out and slamming the door.

Louis flinched, and the other demon sighed quietly, slowly looking over.

"I'm doctor Slate, but you can call me James" he murmured, moving forward to check on how Louis was doing.

"I don't wanna be here just as much as you do, but if we cooperate and do as they say we'll be out of here in no time. Trust me" he hummed, and Louis tried to speak, breaking out into a coughing fit.

The man grabbed a cup and filled it with water, walking over. "Here" he handed it to him, and Louis stared at it, not trusting it. "It's not bad, watch" the man took a sip.

Louis nodded, and he went to grab the cup, frowning when his wrist ached from being tied.

"Fuck, I forgot. Sorry" he held the cup to Louis' lips, and the boy drank it.

"Why am I here" he croaked out.

The demon glanced around, before whispering as he pretended to check the boy's IV.

"I heard them saying that you have powers, that could strengthen their army... not sure for what. The whole thing, its Angels and Demons. They call themselves Rogues" he murmured.

Louis' eyes widened in fear. "I don't have powers... They have the wrong person" Louis whimpered.

"No, not sure if you have noticed, but look" he pointed to the bag of blood being extracted from Louis, the blood wasn't red like every other Angels or Demons.

It was golden.