You're Mine

It was beating me to submission

Charlie gasped his hand snaked around her throat. Alastor lifted her up as she clawed to no avail. "Al-ast-or-ple-ase!" She managed to say before giving in to his constrictive grasp.

The world went dark.

Suddenly, a flash of bright light pierced through her eyes. "CHARLIE! Are you okay?!" She recognized her friend Vaggie's voice. Coughing, Charlie held her neck. She was laying on the hard asphalt in front of the hotel, blood poured from several gashes in her arms and pooled around her threateningly.

"Wha...what happened?" She stuttered, her voice was hoarse. "Alastor almost killed you! Then he just...ran away!" Charlie sat up, inspecting her injuries. "Okay...okay...why did he do that?" She was dazed, but it soon dawned on her that he had attempted to kill her.

Charlie burst into tears, heartbroken. "WHY HIM?! WHY DID HE GET THE CURSE?!" She wailed. "WHY-" She was interrupted by a drill siren, it sounded around them indefinitely.

"Citizens of Hell," Alastor spoke over the radio network. "I am proud to announce you are all free of that pesky Princess. I repeat, the Princess is no more. HAHAHA!" His laugh sent a chill through Charlie's body. "Oh my God," She said.

"It ain't him." Angel walked to her and helped her up. "Listen to his voice. If you take out the radio's static, there's only a normal person speaking. He's being framed." Charlie was surprised to hear such critical thinking occur in his mind, but she didn't have time to worry about that. She needed to find Alastor.

The gang decided to check the broadcast's origins, the great Radio Tower. It was across town, at least a couple miles. "We'll never make it in time if we walk," Charlie panted. "Come here, we are going to have to fly."

"Wait, you can fly?!" Angel's jaw dropped in disbelief. "I'm technically an angel. Now come on, we don't have time to waste." 

As she held them tightly, she felt something in her back snap. Large white wings tore through her shirt, sending blood and feathers in all directions. Each time she used them was more painful than the last, but she hardly felt it now.

"My my! Looks like our princess is still standing!" The radio crackled as he voice spoke once more. Charlie heard what seemed to be a muffled voice from the speakers, and loud yelling. He was being held captive.

Flapping her wings, Charlie lifted herself and her friends off.

She knew how this would have ended. Why was she so damn stupid? It wasn't his fault, but a part of her opened the possibility that it could have been. He could have been waiting for everything to fall, just like it did the last times.

Charlie wasn't about to let him go. Not for some fucking curse.