Chapter 7 Scream 'Oh My God!'

After I came out of the infirmary, I stayed in my dorm room for a while. Just admiring my new sword on a stand near my window, drawing on posh paper Grandad brought me or just looking out at the grounds below.
            The tender touch to my wrist was painful, causing me to wince with every bump to it. My head felt like it had been kicked around like a football, gums ached. I looked in my mirror and seen chalky yellow bruises forming on my cheekbones and neck, along my arms and sides of my body. From everyone in my clan, I came out the most black and blue.
           I lay on my bed, staring at my ceiling. A large black poster of My Chemical Romance and Black Veil Brides across the white ceiling. I sighed, being bored under dorm arrest since Grandad ordered me to take it easy, that was short for stay in and rest and don't come back out. The picture that Lil took was printed straight away and Lil vanished again. But I remained in the infirmary as my friends departed from the ward, I was left along after Grandad left to do that lecture.
           A knock on my door got me thinking it was Nathan and I felt myself smile crazily.
I bounced to the door, hopping, almost. I found Clair standing there with a beaming smile on her face with a filled pillow case in her hand. I felt my buzz deflate a little, but never have been so thankful to see her at my door. Since she always lived next door to me.
            "Hey, baba!" She bounced on me and hugged me, trotting inside. "I know you'd be bored since you needed rest, so I went to the kitchen and pocketed loads of munch and magazines for us!" She giggled, landing on my bed with a bump. I shut the door but it was forcefully blocked by a large black boot. Alert, I opened the door with a swoop and was in an attack pose.
            Alyson stood with Amy and Sarah behind her. Alyson wore a grim smug line on her face with pretty eye make-up on.  Dark ripped jeans and a frilly dark blue top with her combat boots, her hair in a strained ponytail at the top of her head.
            Amy on the other hand was grinning wildly and holding up a tub of what looked like mint ice cream and many spoons. Her longish blonde hair braided in a french plait with a flowery headband. Her gentle but bubble green eyes glittered behind thick black rimmed glasses. I could see her wearing a flowing cherry white dress with a grey cardigan with the academy logo on the right breast. Sarah being the tall girl she is stood to the side with a white laptop in her hand with a few DVDs in her other. Her graceful smile was pretty and her long brown hair was in clusters around her shoulders and arms. Hazel eyes like honey and coffee coloured skin simmered in the afternoon light from the windows.
            "Oh yeah," Clair said from behind me. "I had some help." I could feel her smiling.
"We heard Clair wanted to do a get-together and I wanted in, I dragged Alyson here, too." Amy smiled while pushing Alyson through who just trudged along. Sarah just walked calmly through the door, I shut it with a grateful smile.
            "Aw, thanks guys." I whined, feeling my skin tingle with joy, even thought it prickled me that Alyson was here who just stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Sarah was setting up her laptop on my desk, DVDs propped against the desk legs. Clair was already snuggling under my covers with a chocolate bar in her mouth, the pillow case on the floor, food spilled onto the cream carpet and my little purple rug.
            "Yup, we needed a break." Sarah smiled a toothy grin, her wrists covered in bracelets. The laptop screen lit up with life.
            Alyson scrutinized my room, a smirk on her face and a bitter look. It kinda pissed me off, but this is my room. Covered in metal or rock band posters across my walls, awesome badges on my skull bags or black and white checkered coats. I didn't care if she didn't like what I was or how I dressed. This is what I liked to listen to and how I like to dress, I was even in my killer rabbit thin jumper and skinny black jeans with combat boots. Never went anywhere without these boots.
             "Alyson," I sighed. "If you don't wanna have fun, leave, I'm not forcing you to be here." I folded my arms and opened my door, the creak making me grit my teeth. Alyson just stood and put her hands on her hips and stood her ground.
             "I can have fun." She pouted at me and I could see her tongue behind her lips as she licked her front teeth. I just smiled at her and shut the door, Sarah, Amy and Clair stared at me and Alyson, a smile on their lips.
                       

The last DVD Wild Child finished on Sarah's laptop as we scoffed down muffins and brownies and Clair's secret snacks. Alyson didn't eat much, but she was happy listening to gossip and laughing with us.
            "I wish my life was like that." Clair sighed, watching the credits and bobbing her head to the song.
"You couldn't hack that life." Sarah smiled at her, twisting her concert wrist bands and little hand made ones.
            "This is like boarding school," Clair swallowed the last of her chocolate brownie, along with a bottle of Sprite. I sat cross legged on the floor with chocolate smudged along my lips and fingers from muffins. My hair was tangled in knots down my back and side fringe fairly straight. "I can hack her life if I hang around here and kill demons." She laughed while Sarah and Amy giggled with her.
            Sarah and Amy sat close together by the laptop, hugging their knees. Clair was cosy in my blankets, her boots by the bed. Alyson sat like a stiff at the foot of the bed, just looking entertained but clearly awkward. I felt a grateful sigh come up, but it came out heavy.
            "Why did your Grandad give you that sword?" Sarah asked, eyeing the sword that stood still by the window.
            I went over and picked it up, the power shuddered through my skin, it was light. The black sheath with embroided white angel wings that stretched to the end of the case. I held the soft grip and took out the sword. The blade glinted in my eye, but the hum of the steel echoed in the room, silencing everyone.
           "He said that it was 'handed down' through generations from our family." I immediately thought of my mother. Her long flowing dark brown hair like chocolate silk falling straight behind her back, a gappy front fringe covering parts of her big brown eyes, almost like doe eyes. She was atleast 5ft 9inches, never stopped wearing her knee length boots. Pale skin having average tans and smile that could pull a predator into her clutches. She was a classic demon assassin and a great mother and wife. I couldn't ask for a better mother. "He also explained that it was tainted with angel blood. Not just any angel blood, but Arkilete angel blood."
            The air was filled with gasps and stares at the sword. The light danced off the sword and pierced the walls like a laser light. I admired it closely, knowing I couldn't muck up any missions, this time if I wanna make Grandad even more proud of me.

  
At eight 'o' clock, Clan 41 was called in to GapWate City, another attack of people with 'glowing eyes' was confirmed in a street called Nightwalk Avenue.
             Danny cruised the street in the night in the car, like a shark in musky waters. It smelt like days of rubbish, the streets littered with cans, paper cups, cigarette ends and broken bottles. The houses where small with curtains or blinds drawn, gardens either clean or trashed. The sky was sea blue, hardly any stars but a shiny moon and dark grey clouds dusted the sky.
            "House party a few houses down." Mike said professionally. He sat next to Amy, his hand on her knee protectively. I sat next to Clair, opposite them two. Of course, she smelt of chocolate and Sprite from our little girly break. Next to me was Alyson and next to Mike was Nathan, gun in hand and staring out the black tinted windows. Alyson kept giving me quick glances, since our girly gossip catch-up, she had been alright with me. Now, she looks at me as if I've gotten away with murder. It hurt a little, but kinda expected it.
             "Check it out." Nathan commanded, already gripping the door handle.
"Sure, boss." Danny responded like a true member. I couldn't help but give Nathan little side ways glances whenever I got the chance (since Alyson stared at me like a hawk). He seemed off today, like a person is after a bit of bad news, just purely upset or really pissed off. I couldn't put my finger on it. But as soon as his blue eyes met mine, I just pretened to be blinking at Clair's face, even she looked at me with a satisfied smirk on her lips.
              When the car stopped, we all hopped out.
Clair wore her usual black cloak that flew like a cape at her back. Her long black hair in a thin and straight ponytail, looking like it could cut off a head with one sweep. She even wore mascara and lip balm, apparently her lips were cracking. Her boots with fishnet tights, a ruffled black skirt and neat white shirt.
              I wore black shorts, large pockets and chains dangled from them. A loop around my waist, my new sword attached to it. A long and thin jumper with a white bunny on the front and the bunny on the back had it's head sawed off, I had D-nip tucked under one of my bracelets.  My black leather jacket hugged me, collar that kept flying upwards. As always, I had my boots on, but this pair was a dull dark grey and more higher, I also wore tights, but mine where fully black but with my twist, I placed cute circle holes in mine. My long brown hair was down, my fringe covering most of my right eye.
              Danny wore a floor length coat like they did in the Matrix, a crossbow under it. He had his blonde hair in a ponytail like Clair's, normally peaceful eyes hooded as he approached the pavement, hand in hand with Sarah who looked deadly. Her brown hair was down and exceptional around her body. She had spikey combat boots on with light black tights on, a torn black skirt and black shirt with green splatters on.
             Amy had a light blue shirt on with a black blazer. A handgun on the inside pocket and D-nip in the other side. Her combat boots, but they where red. She had black short shorts on with a single Lady Gaga badge on. Her blonde hair in a plait, one by each ear, she had a stud in both lobes. Mike beside her had jeans on, torn and faded  but they looked great on him. He smelt strongly of body spray. His brown hair was up like Robert Pattison's, I was being kind enough not to crack a joke.His cute freckles bringing out his pale green eyes as well as his green tee with a loose black jacket on, a dagger in his boots and revolver in his holster.
              Nathan, oh Nathan.
Here I go again... I rolled my eyes at myself.
              He had a navy jacket on that was open, a faded black shirt on with a few holes that I could spot his skin. A gun at his side of his skinny black jeans and a vial of D-nip above his ankle on his combat boots. His fluffy black hair looked strokeable, I bet Alyson would love to get a touch... Heck, even I wanted to run my hands through his hair...
              Stop it! I shouted at my mind before I went too far.
But it was worse when he was staring at me, I realised I'd been staring way too long and I guess he felt the burning gaze on him. Damn, I should be more careful.
              The house party was easily recognisable. The pop music pounded from down the street, a few houses down. We had to park away from a spot we needed to rake out, just incase one demon got a little too suspicious. I smelt alcohol and lady's perfume, more like hooker scents. I wanted a mission where alcohol wasn't involved. Oh well.
              We made our way down, people who where off to the party gave us weird looks like we where freaks. Well, we where kinda freaks, we killed demons and acknowledged angels. The pavement was getting more and more dirty as we approached the large house. I guessed the owner of the house was fairly rich and had snotty little daughters and playing, idiot sons.
              I felt my heart race, I wasn't very comfortable at parties. Too many people, and I feel like drowning. I have serious claustrophobia, a fear of 'no-escape' and being closed in really tight or small spaces. I sometimes have panic attacks about it. But at the underground club the other day, it wasn't like that. I know I was comfortable there, my kinda music and people. I enjoyed it, actually. Yet, this was different, it was public and these are teens, probably 13 to 20 years old. Not my kind of music as I heard rave beat pounding down the street, it made my ears ring.
              At the garden, I seen people spewed on the grass and concrete, either eating eachothers faces or clustered in large groups. Drinking liquid which I believed was alcohol. Thankfully, I was in the middle of the group, Clair was on my left while Amy was on my right. Nathan in front with Alyson, Sarah and Danny at the back, Mike tailing behind.
              I felt safe, protected, even. I felt the tight grip of Clair's hand on mine, I glimpsed at her and she gave me a wry smile. I could feel she was as uncomfortable as I was. The music drummed through is all.
              Inside, the walls a warm brown, wood flooring all the way through the halls and into the main living room. I stopped breathing through my nose, since I didn't like what I was smelling. It wasn't demons, it was drugs, even Clair's face scrunched up, her nose wrinkled.
              Nathan lead us deep into the living room where the music was loudest. Many people danced as if they where at a night club, arms in the air and bodies grinding against eachothers. I fought my eyes to stay off the dancers, but it was so weird, like being in a movie.
              I couldn't smell rotting bodies or month old mould, or the acid bile that rises in my throat. It was unnatural, but maybe they where trying their hardest to cover their stink up.
             In the corner of my eye, I seen glowing yellow. My eyes bulged and palm clutched the pommel of my sword, sweat already forming there. I turned slightly, alert and open. It was just neon glow sticks that people where waving in the air. I could see yellow, green, purple, pink and blue, all blurs.
             "Partner up and stake out the place." Nathan huddled us up together. I could feel people stare at us, I shivered. "If you come across a demon, kill them silently if you can, they're being quiet, so they wanna cause a commotion." Nathan blinked at me when he said to 'partner up', but Alyson's hand quickly and savagely gripped his before I could swallow. She would fit snuggly in a rich, snobby family. I smiled a evil smirk.
              "C'mon, Ammie." Clair tugged on my jacket, her fingers trailing on her face. She eyed a boy that was very good looking and, unfortunately, was winking at her. She was going to have her hands filled tonight, I sighed and dragged her through the bright kitchen.
              The smell of fresh air was heavenly from the open window, the night air whisking through like smoke. I inhaled sharply and caught a tang of strong alcohol shoot up my nose, I gasped and felt my eyes water. Boy and girls that looked about 16 and dressed like they were half naked. Well, the girls, that is. The benches where lined with shot glasses, white paper cups and food. I didn't trust myself to drink anything, but I was glad me and the girls binged before we came out.
               A boy came up to me.
Alcohol roamed his breath, and his body language slurred like his words. "You're pretty cute, wanna go up to a bedroom?" He smiled sloppily and I had to back away, I felt Clair behind me. My heard went wild and I was wry of this place. The boy had short sandy blonde hair and dark blue eyes, a natural tan and thin nose. He wore palm shorts and checkered shirt. I could smell either Hugo Boss or Joop on him, but it was blocked out from the alcohol.
               "Hey, she ain't interested, little boy." Clair stood infront of me, hands on hips and lips pouting at him.
"I'm eighteen-Hey, wanna go up to a bedroom or something? I think the bathroom is free." He grinned and hiccuped, eyes darting from me to Clair. He waved his hands (which was a bad idea cause he spilt cider on us) and muffled his words. "Screw you two, I can do prettier girls than you." He shuffled away on wobbly feet.
               "Jeez, everyone here is eithre smashed or doped up." Clair wiped at her arms, clearly annoyed, I had to bite both lips from wretching. "I'm bloody sticky!" Clair grunted, I could tell she wanted to scream.
               "Lets just move before we get any more sticky." I stomped from the kitchen and back into the halls.
If I were a demon, I'd want to have a dark soul. But in this house party, everyone was lively and having fun. Demons couldn't reach a soul here, unless someone was puking their guts up and wanting to fall asleep. Then they'd be weak and a demon would love to eat their soul that way.
                If someone was puking, they'd be upstairs in the toilets.
"Upstairs." I told Clair, she looked at me confused, but I just nodded and she followed along. I wrung out my hands from the thin line of sweat down my palms. I smelt smoke up here, cigarette smoke. I glanced at the ceiling, no smoke alarms.
                I seen plenty of doors, and bodies lingering on the walls and floor. I heard grunts and wretching sounds everywhere. I couldn't see properly from the girls that danced up here. If I said something to Clair, she wouldn't be able to hear me. Damn.
                The walls where a cream colour with homey pictures lining the wallpaper. A rich cream carpet was on the stairs and trailed onto the landing. I seen a door open and white light poured from it. I smelt sick.
                I gagged, reaching the wooden banister and Clair's arm. My head hurt and I felt light headed, my stomach turned. This wasn't demons, this was my normal reaction to smelling such an aroma. Clair noticed it too and she winced, squeezing her nose with her fingers.
                "Check the rooms!" I shouted at her, the rave music turning more and more louder, more bouncier. The bodies reacted to the music and some rushed downstairs, tumbling, actually. Shouting, "This is my song!"
                Clair moved quick, her legs swinging across the landing. I moved, too. Even though my stomach churned like lumpy soup, I managed to go door to door. The doors where solid oak, so it would be hard to hear screams. I opened my first door and regretted it, the weird sounds coming from a girls mouth along with a man's, I slammed it shut before they could shout at me. I blinked hard and erased that image out of my head.
               "Ugh." I grumbled, gripping my arms hard, having no feeling in my feet as people stamped on them. "Ow!" I shouted, a guy turned and was pissed out of his head. He went cross eyed and smiled dopily. I just moved on to another door. 
               I opened it and noticed the lights where on, I was feeling rather thankful, but scared and uneasy thinking a couple would do it in the light. I looked around quickly and seen two people sitting up on a bed, in eachothers arms, kissing. Instantly, a picture of Nathan sprung to mind.
              But I was suprised to see who these where.
"Amy?" I blinked at them, opening the door further to know they were disturbed. "Mike?" I was speechless. From the protectiveness in Mike's features on missions towards Amy, you'd think they where bestfriends. But it came togethert when Amy dirty danced on that table in the underground club and he couldn't take his sparkling blue eyes away from her.
              They both stood straight, eyes roaming me, guilt all over their faces. I felt really bad, I had intruded on them. It was kinda cute they liked eachother, unless they where drunk already. I quickly looked over the room, smiled sadly at them and shut the door.
              I leaned against the door for a second, feeling flustered and guilty myself. Amy and Mike? A nice ring to it, very cute. I smiled to myself, wait till the clan hear about this.
              I went to the next door, and was again, suprised.
The oak door was covered in stickers. Not 6 year old dinosaur or barbie stickers, but metal band logos. I seen Metallica, BVB, Lifehouse, You Me At Six, Sixx AM, Andy Sixx, Falling In Reverse and many others. I liked this door, I might unhinge it later and take it to the academy with me.
              I opened the handle slowly, the cold metal soothing my recent awkward moment.
Inside, the walls where black and white, poka dot, some large circles and lots of little white circles. It was trippy, but damn cool. I glimpsed a black bed in the corner and a single bulb from the ceiling, it was on and shone light on the while room.
              The carpet was fluffy black (againt, I instantly thought of Nathan's soft hair), a tall wardrobe covered in other stickers in the corner, a desk with a laptop on the surface, the desk chair draped with black, white, grey and purple hoodies. I could smell fruity perfume and Coca Cola. I spotted a bottle over on the bedside table. There, I also spotted two people.
              A girl with long and back combed black hair with heavy black eye make-up on sat cross legged by the bed. Her eyes where a peircing blue, lips ruby red and skin a chalky pale, probably from the amount of foundation. She wore a gothica black shirt, a purple and white unicorn on the front. A black and pink tutu dotted with silver sparkly studs in the nets, thin tights and thick boots with lots of straps, she was very pretty.
              She looked knocked out, hazy.
I guess she was either drunk or drugged. But a male sat infront of her. He had short brown hair and sickly pale skin. His yellow shirt was torn at the back and dark jeans covered in mud and something else, I thought it was dried blood.
             When I entered, his head snapped at me. his eyes were glowing yellow.
"S**t." I knew this girl would be like an emo or goth chick, so she will kinda be against the world right now, and this demon would find a way to take her soul. "Step away from her, now, stink bag." I couldn't smell him, the perfume in this room was too sweet.
             He stood, his broken nose twicthed and smile lopped to the side. He had a few crooked teeth, one front tooth missing.
             "Ew." I breathed, gripping the handle of the sword, it burned with power, it melted into my skin. It felt weird, yet amazing.
             I took the sword from it's sheath, the blade was actually brimming with light itself, like a sun or star. It blazed a light blue, almost shivering. I didn't know if it was trickery from the lighting, or the sword's power. 
              The demons yellow eyes shimmered at the sword, his lips parting and a small gasp escaping his lungs. He came a step close to me, and automatically, I stepped back. My skin tingled, I held the sword up infront of me, shielding myself.
              "You're her." He seethed, smiling wildly and jumping on the spot. "You're her!"
"What?" I squinted at him, feeling worried. What was wrong with me? Did I have something in my hair? I wouldn't be suprised. But as the demon came closer, I smelt him. He smelt wrong. Normally, demons smell like mould, rotting bodies and flesh, decay... But this one smelt like dank water, musky forests, cigar smoke. I frowned, this wasn't right. His eyes where glowing yellow like a demon's, but he didn't smell like one.
              "You're wanted! You are the Hale girl!" He shouted, springing over the girls bed, legs arched to widen his leap. I felt instinct sting my nerves, I jumped to the side, swinging my sword left, just grazing his arm. He hissed at me, arms lashing out fiercly.
              "What do you mean I'm wanted?" I bit back, holding my hysteria down. I tightly gripped the handle, the blade vibrated with power.
              "Nothing, little girl, I'll just bag you!" He jumped again, this time he knocked me against the wall. A shelf above rocked and a few CDs fell on him. His pinned me, but I had the upper hand. The blade had pierced his arm, breaking through flesh, muscle and grinding against bone. I had to shut my eyes to not feel the pressure rub against his bones. "You're worth 100 souls!" He drooled over my shoulder, teeth snapping at my ear.
               Anger bubbled, my eyes burned and cheeks burned.
I was worth something? I should be flattered, but a number was on my head. I'm a target. Demons are out wanting to kill me. S**t. I used my other hand and pushed the pommel, driving him backwards to the other wall. He spat and made animal noises, but the fire in my gut wanted to slice his head off of his shoulders.
               "Who has me wanted?" I growled at him. At close range, he could definately hear me, the raving music thrummed all around us, but not affecting me at all.
               "You need not worry, little Amelia," He snarled, gripping my locks of brown hair in his wrinkly fingers. His eyes turned humorous, like he was laughing at me. "I'll show you."
               At that moment, fear rised up my throat. I felt my hands shake and the hold on the pommel quivered. The demon boy snickered and smiled happily.
               "Where have you been, Reggie?" The demon boy said. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise like blooming flowers.
               Damn, I briefly closed my eyes, my anger simmering down. There's another soul sucker behind me.
"Just checked out most of the happy souls here-whoa, she's a dark soul, indeed." I heard a husky voice waver from behind me, to the side. The goth girl was still slumped by the bedside table.
               "Don't you dare touch her!" I roared, even though I was scared and shaking, I had to protect the lost souls demons devoured. The grip of the demons clutch on my hair made it harder for me to back away. Yet, I swung my sword from his arm, blood spurted from the open wound. It smelt coppery.
               I swiveled and backed up against the wall, eventually, the demon boy let go of my hair.
"Nevermind, Reggie," The demon boy turned to his friend. The demon called Reggie had ear length brown hair, matted with sweat. Tanned skin and blotched with dirty spots, huge nose and quite small. He had a black coat on and track pants that had liquid spilled down one leg. "This is the one we've been looking for." The demon cackled to himself.
                I held the sword towards them, the tip shining bright. It caught Reggie's eyes, his now glowing yellow eyes, pupils slowly forming into slits. "Holy crap!" Reggie's husky voice bellowed, he eyes me. "Is that the wanted girl? Amelia Gale?" I frowned.
                "Hale, dumbass, Hale!" The demon boy shrieked like a little kid. I was so scared, the rave music wasn't helping at all.
                "Is that sword really and Arkilete sword?" Reggie glanced at the demon boy's gushing wound.
"I think." The demon boy looked confused, then scrunched up his face. "S**t, yes it is" He sighed, gaping at his wound still pouring blood.
                "Dude, that gash won't heal now, you idiot." Reggie snorted.
I must be crazy, here I was in a house filled with partying teens while I'm in a goth's room cornered by two demons that wanna take me dead or alive. Actually, I didn't know that one yet. A odd, drunk couple bounded in and stumbled over the goth girl.
                 "Oh my god, is she dead?" The girl slurred and laughed, dragging her boyfriend on the black bed.
The demons eyes changed back to their normal colours and they turned to the couple with kind smiles. "Sorry," Reggie said sadly. "We'll leave so you two can have private time."
                "Hey, cheers." The guy that was with the girl hiccuped, raking his fingers through the girls hair.
I made mymove while their backs where to me. I ducked and dashed out the room, adrenaline rushed through my blood and made me more scared. I bumped into a few girls, knocking their drinks while dodging their sloppy swings.
                 "Get back here, Amelia!" The demon boy shouted from behind me. I slipped on the cream carpet, rounded the banister and jumped from the top of the stairs to the foot of them. I landed perfectly, but my sword dug into the wood flooring.
                 "S**t, s**t s**t!" I gurgled, using all my strength to pull it out. People gave me weird looks and walked on past, or just kept on grind dancing. The smell of drink made me feel sick. I heard pounding on the stairs before I pulled out the blade.
                 I skidded around the end of the banister, bashing into more people, spilling more drinks down my top. I was now cold.
                 "What are you doing?" Nathan stood in front of me. Suddenly, I felt safe and warm, a huge smile spreading on my face. "Why are you grinning like that?" He shouted, coming close, I felt his nose near my neck, causing me to shiver. "Hmm, you don't smell like alcohol." He smiled at me.
                 His hair was covering one eye, so his smile looked delicious. He smelt like his usual body spray, and it made me feel better. But the snarls and body shoving behind me made me leap into his arms. I actually did, I made sure my sword was to my left side so I jumped into him with my right. He grunted as he took the impact and held me protectively.
                 "Ammie, what is it?" He said in my ear, the music was way louder down here.
"I'm wanted." I whispered. Just then, I realised I was crying. Silent tears fell down and Nathan felt one hit his hand. He was warm, and I felt the alcohol soak into his clothes.
                 "What?" He shouted, not so he can be heard, but like he was slapped with a fly swatter and his anger of all his life has finally burst. He blinked at me.
                 Reggie and the demon boy stood short infront of me.
"Let the girl go, and you won't die right now." Reggie raged, standing next to a bleeding demon boy. They both smelt wrong, rotting rivers. I had to breathe from my mouth because my nose tickled from the smell.
                 "Over my dead body, you'll have her." Nathan growled, moving to stand in front of me. He took out his black handgun, slowly, making  sure no one saw. I could feel Nathan's anger drain off of him, like smoke from a fire.
                 I sheathed my sword and clicked both blades from my boots, they clinked when they collided. I hid behind Nathan's body that protected me, and I felt wanted. Not ironically, but wanted by him. I felt safe, even though these wanted to take me somewhere. I didn't know dead or alive. My arms felt heavy as well as my feet that didn't want to move anymore.
                "Fine with me." Reggie smirked happily.
Reggie withdrew a pistol and shot twice at Nathan.
                First, I heard screams, shrieks, gasps and 'Jesus!', then, I just heard a long and spine tingling scream that made everyone grip their ears even with the speakers blaring. It was me. Next, I seen Nathan shudder, he took a few steps backwards into my arms. Third, I gripped him. I bent him backwards and looked down on his face that was hurt. He smiled a sad smile. Fourth, I was crying. Not little girl crying, or toddler crocodile tears. I was full on sobbing, my back hurting from the violent cries. Fifth, blood. I seen loads of it gush around his stomach and thigh. Soaking his clothes withing seconds.
                I pressed my hands hysterically to his stomach, he grunted and stared hopelessly at me, whispering my name. I moaned as I applied pressure to the gun shot, my fingers felt slick with blood. My tears welled in my eyes, making it hard for me to see, I constantly blinked.
                "Don't die, Nathan, please, please don't die." I mumbled. I noticed the music stopped and all I could hear was whispers and laughter from the two demons infront of me. I gripped Nathan's hair with my other hand and craned my neck over his, I peered into his eyes earnestly. His blue eyes looked sad, a wry smile on his lips. He tried to move his hand.
                "Don't be silly, Ammie." He gulped, I tried not to scream, but a bubble of shrieks threatened to explode. I was shaking with anger and pain. My nose burned as well as my eyes.
                "C'mon, Amelia!" Reggie swiftly and quickly came to me and gripped my arm tight, I'm sure he'd stop circulation. He hefted me up and I felt the thud of Nathan's head hit the deck.
                "NO!" I screamed. I heard someone say they called the ambulance, I hoped they wheren't too late. Through the open door, cold wind ruffled me, goosebumps rising like rish in a lake. I felt my teeth chatter but all I could do was stare at Nathan who lay numb in the hallway, rich blood pooling around him. I felt his blood on my clothes, on my skin. It burned like my anger.
                I seen the clan gather around him quick like ants to sugar. Their faces torn wooth torture and sickness, I seen Alyson's face twist with pain. I felt it like a ton of bricks.
                Before the clan realised I was out the front door, Reggie and the demon boy ran so fast down the street, I knew Nathan heard me scream.
                "Oh my god!"
              

Author's Note

by the way, Arkilete is pronounced like this
(Arc-il-eet)
I know theres lots of mistakes, but I was iin a rush so the idea wouldnt fade!!
enjoy!!!