Chapter 9 Real From Fake

I awoke being unchained, the sound of clinking of metal and the sting of a torch light on my closed eye lids. I heard hushed voices and growls, of course I was freaked out and opened my eyes and looked around like a wild bird. I knew it couldn't've been my clan and Nathan, I instantly felt my organs fall out of my arse. I smelt rotting mould and decaying corpses. I was disgusting and I had to clench my teeth from not gagging.
                 "She's awaking," I heard a female voice, sleek but menacing. "Be carfeul not to hurt her, or we'll be toast." She sounded like she was in control from all the agreement around me, I swayed from side to side since the weight of the people/demons shifted on the dirty matress.
                 "Get off me!" I felt grubby yet claw like hands grip my upper arm as they hauled me up chain free. I couldn't see any faces, just white light and shadows behind them.
                 "No, bride-to-be." I heard the commanding female voice. I knew I'd be scared of her appearance as much as I was scared of her voice. "Our Highness has asked us to bathe and change you."
                 "What?" I screeched. I didn't want a demon to see me naked, no way in hell. And 'bride-to-be'? You have to be kidding, I'd rather eat raw fish than be called that. I grimaced to show my rage and disgust. "No way am I letting you lot bath me, never mind strip me!" I trtied to yank free of their iron holds, but I was no match.
                 "That can be done, bride-to-be." I heard her voice rattle in front of me, and as I stared at a blidning white light, I seen a face emerge. I seen a narrow face that had a dark complection. Dark almond eyes with thin red lips, a large mole rested below her lips on her chin. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and chest, I thought it'd be black, but it was bright red like a poppy. Yet, I could see her dark roots.
                 "Don't call me that!" I threatened. I made a mean face, but I guess it wouldn't waver fear through them.
                 "I'm sorry bride-to-be, but that's what the Highness requires for us to call you." Her eyes were a sweet brown, but they were anything than sugarcoated. They were drowning in outright anger and bitterness I could almost taste it.
                 "Well tell thy Highness to get lost and let me go." I ordered like I own the place, raising my chin a little higher than a snobby rich girl would do. I was now standing on the gritty matress, my back to the cold plaster wall. This demon girl stood in front of all the lights that surrounded us, her hands on her hips. She wore a black bodysuit, shiny and sleek with a belt aroud the waist with guns attached. I bet the demons around us had the same weapons.
                 "Where is Byron?" I demanded, looking around even though it was no help since all I seen was bright light.
                 "He is watching from the throne." She said through gritted teeth. I seen her neck bones stick out and lips scrunch up. I think shefelt intimidated with him around.
                 As for me, I was blazing with anger. I could feel it pool off of me. I clenched my hands and felt my shoulders rise, I seen the woman in front of me raise her chin, as if it was a stand off. I wish I had a power like blowing wind, because I'd just blow a little air and she'd smash into the rock ceiling above. I heard my teeth grind together, my flesh shuddered.
                  "Byron!" I screamed tp the top of my lungs, squeezing my eyes and arching my chin in the air. I seen the lights the demons were holding waver at my outburst of a shriek. But the woman in front just stood her ground and stared at me.
                  "Hello, my Queen?" I heard his voice a distant chuckle at the front of the room. I felt all the hairs on my arms stand on edge in a creepy way, like a bug was crawling on my skin. "Good nights sleep?"
                  The demon girl shuffled to the side and the lights broke off, and I could see the bleak dark grey floor leading up to the earthly throne. I dipped my head, but my eyes travelled all the way up the dirty floor to the step higher level. And my eyes rested upon the soft blue eyes that stared at me with utter amusement. Face twisted in a grin, his chin propped by his fist, elbow cooly on the arm of the rooted chair.
                   "Queen?" It rang through my skull, his playful voice like a disease. "Are you kidding?" I barged past.
                   With quick speed, I laced down the cathedral. One flat shoe fell off, I realised since a shooting pain spun from teh back of my heel. It hurt, but I kept aiming for Byron. I heard my haggered breath and arms right by my side.
                    Snap his neck, kept running through my head. I seen Byron's face grow more humorous, a single finger tapping his own cheek. When I reached the step, I leaped like an athlete. I felt adrenaline gush through my viens, heart felt like it was breaking through my ribs.
                     "I'll kill you!" I blurted when I reached him. But when I was about five feet away, I seen a blur. Byron stood to quick formy eyes to adjust. I seen his arms outstrech in front of him and I felt an incredible force crush my shoulders, stopping me too fast I felt my own neck snap.
                     "I don't think so my Queen." He smiled at me, his face to close I was going cross-eyed. I smelt fresh vegetables and moist dirt. It was rich and powerful, I think his smell was getting more and more healthier every day. His nose was barley touch mine and all that was holding me to him was his claw like hands around my shoulders, feet stuck on the spot because I felt him slightly push down. "You won't hurt your future husband, would you?" His strength was almost suffocating. I shook my head and gritted my teeth, I could feel the pain of my nails digging into my palms.
                     "You're no future husband of mine!" I nearly spat, but I did feel a little spittle dribble down my bottom lip. My body burned with anger.
                    His eyes narrowed a bit, lips slowly coming together. "I forgot." He raised his head. "Your heart belongs to that dead leader."
                    That made me shudder. "NO!" I screamed. I felt my scream echo through my whole body and around the large room.
                    I seen Nethan enter my mind, and quickly vanish like mist. I gritted my teeth, hearing the grind. The more I squeezed my eyes shut, the more I seen Nathan's face. Strong jaw white as snow, a smile that could crack his face. A smile when he is with me, kind and gently blue eyes that I thought reached out and gripped my heart. The quick of my heart beat when he was always around, the sudden butterflies when I heard his voice that was like velvet. His touch warm yet ice cold, I could still feel the brush of his breath when he spoke to me. The way his black fluffy hair fell into his face and how his eyes were still recognisable. I loved that about him.
                    I felt a rough thumb scrape under my bruised eyes. I didn't feel Byron's hands move to my face, but I was more suprised with what I was doing. I was crying. Floods of tears spill like waterfalls, uncontrolable and powerful.
                   "You must really love this Nathan person." Byron's voice was soft, but not as comforting as he thought he was.
                   "You don't know anything!" I ripped free of his grip on my face. I backed away and stared at him. His face was annoyed and he looked a little too pissed off. I relaxed a bit, glad that I could feed off of his anger. I breathed deeply and faced him. "Please, just let me go, what do you want me for really?" I asked, making hand gestures. His face just sharpened, eyes squinting at me. Then, it softened.
                   "Leave us." I heard people's shoes clomp on the stone floor. I turned to see the white lights move like helicopter spotlights. I seen the demon woman smirk at me before she left through the door. I forgot we had an audience when we were arguing.
                   When all the white light was gone, only a soft glow from above from the chandelier. I just stood in front of Byron who stood a few feet away, I felt the atmosphere change more intense as his eyes were glued to me. 
                    "Amelia," He said softly and I felt my lips part in shock. I gulped while feeling my chest tighten. I felt like ripping his hair out. "I only made you 'wanted' so I could get you." He spoke as if I were a adult, no, me. "I heard and learnt of your legacy. I wanted to make you my wife so I could go down in history." He sighed. And I felt the weight of the sigh drift between is like fog. His eyes were still on me, but his shoulders sagged.
                    "So you want me to be like a 'booster' for your image? Your ego?" I said with a disgusted smile. He wanted to use my heritage to make himself more noticeable. No, more of a scary demon. To have people know a demon slayer of a successful and powerful ancestry marry a demon Lord would make him more of a frightened figure. I was just a trophy.
                    "You could say that." Then, just like that, his sickening smile was back and I so wanted to throw up in his face. "But, I could always fake to love you." He swept up in front of me. I got a whiff of fresh earth and I had to swallow a lump in my throat. His hands were on me, I felt on on my back while one travelled down my arm. 
                    "Get off of me, you creep!" I shouted in his face, I even twitched from his hurtful grip on both of my arms. Both hands like a steel clamp on my arms to keep me in place. I wriggled and felt my anger rise like froth of a stew in a boiling pot.
                    Just as quick, his lips were on mine.
Suddenly, I coudln't breathe. I felt as if he was draining all the air out of my lungs. I felt my hands shake with fear and strained to breathe, but all I was breathing in was Byron, and I could taste cream. Cream and lime.
                    When his lips left mine, I swung at him. I was a little uneasy and tilted to the side.
"You absoloute jackass!" I swung a punch to the left, almost catching his jaw until he backed up. His eyes were lit up and a smile broadened on his face. "Come here so I can cave your face in!" I yelped, swinging punches left and right.
                     "You're disorientated." He said matter of factly and I bit both my lips. I rubbed my lips, I spat on my shirt and made sure the material scraped off skin from my lips. I had never felt so disgusted. He'd used a power on me. "A demon's kiss is a little intoxicating, for a human you'd go a little dizzy. But I've been here for quite a while and I am a Lord. So my kiss is much more powerful. But I made sure not to hurt you." He smiled again, his teeth gleaming white.
                      "Not hurt me?" I spat at him, strainging my voice. "You almost suffocated me!" I was breathing carefully, every gulp of air filling out my lungs, I felt grateful to oxygen.
                      "I could've killed you." His voice was a little too chirpy, but since I was enjoying breathing, I let it pass. "But I wanted to see what your reaction was like. Looks like I'll have no head after our wedding." He chuckled slightly. I flinched, it wasn't a chuckle, more like a chesty laugh. I hated this guy.
                      "Why'd you want to marry me? For real?" I asked. I couldn't help it, but I wanted to know a better explanation than the last one.
                      "Leave us!" I thought he was talking to me, but I didn't feel it was aimed at me. And he looekd past me. I heard the shuffle of feet on the floor, and as I turned, I seen white torch lights fly everywhere like a helicopter spotlight. I seen a few demons exiting to the left door, but the girl demon stood for a second with a smirk on her face. Then she left. "Right, the only reason I'm wanting you as a wife is because I wana go down in history."
                      I didn't get it, but just stared at him. I flicked off my other flat shoe to the side. I stood on the edge of the stone step, hands behind me. He just flopped down on the stone throne. In close view, it was grand. The chair itself was about 6 foot tall, but the roots that covered it and grew into a sort of tree at the top was amazing. The trunk of the tree was grooved with pretty patterns to the top. Thick and thin green leaves swayed slightly, but the blossoming red roses were ripe and full. I could smell them, the sweet smell gliding all around me.
                      "But how would marrying me make you known through history?" I blurted, biting my lip.
"Because," He propped his elbow in the stone armchair and looked at me, blue eyes glued to mine. "Your legacy is powerful and successful, I'm known to be scary and a Lord. Combine, and it's like a raw core." He snapped his fingers and smiled at me. "Get it?"
                      "Yeah," I straightened up. "I'm just like a booster to you image. To your ego!" I raised my voice, my anger building like a skyscraper on the inside. Basically, I am like a trophy to him. Because of my heritage, and him being a Lord from hell, together it's like a mountain. He's just using me, to make himself more acknowledged, a more scary face.
                      "I wouldn't put it that way," The corners of his mouth came together in a pout. "Okay, I would." He chuckled to himself. I'm glad he's happy, but I am just wanting to dig my dirty fingernails in his skull.
                      "Do I get to look around?" I wasn't asking because I want to see if his crib is grade A, but I don't wanna sleep on a dirty matress all day and be chained up like a dog. And I wanna change. My clothes are matted in Nathan's blood, as well as my skin. I rubbed my fingers together, looking down I could still see the dark red between my fingers.
                      "Oh, you can explore." He looked at the ceiling. "That's why you've been unchained. We only made you sleep there to calm you down for the night. You can visit all the rooms we have. But there's one thing I forgot to tell you." I peered at him as he moved a hand over his eyes. But one bright blue eye was staring at me. His smile looked hungry.
                      "What?" I said, feeling a bit off guard and defensive.
"This cathedral is based underground."
 
                                      

As soon as I was inside my dorm room, I was hit with my own body spray smell. I heard the floor baords creek as I stalked along them to my wardrobe. I opened the doors with force and took down a  black backpack and threw it on my bed. Everytime, my black hair felt like spikes as it fell in my eyes. I needed it cut.
                    I began to stuff weapons inside. I hefted a crossbow from the bottom of my wardrobe and squished it inside the backpack. I also packed handguns and ammo, even a few pairs of shirts and pants incase Ammie didn't have anything to wear.
                    Even packing for this journey, I got images of Ammie in my head. Her big dark eyes brimming with tears as her head hovered above mine. When I was shot, I had never been so sure I was going to die. All I could see was Ammie. Her face scrunched up in anger and fear, it was hard not to cry myself. I can still feel the pressure of her hand on my stomach, and her other hand gripping my hair.
                    From all the years of working with her, she hadn't showed fear. She hasn't been scared of anything, in fact, she was quite disturbed how me and the guys loved killing rotting demon arses. But when I'd been shot, her scream hurt more than the bullet. Her tearful eyes looming over my face, the place where her tear hit my cheek burned like acid.
                    Images of a happy Ammie floated through my mind. Her light brown eyes glowing with happiness, her pale skin surrounded by dark, almost black curls of hair. Her lips always turned up into a smile.
                    I turned on the spot in anger. I threw my fist into the wardrobe door and heard a crack. I gritted my teeth and grunted. I was over tipping with anger, I could feel my strength being tested. But for now, punching a wooden door helped.
                    After packing, I hauled my backpack on my shoulder. I wore a long leather black coat with many pockets that contained D-nip and ammo. I also had skinny black jeand with the black academy boots and a black jumper. A large and loose belt was lopsided on my waist, holding a lot of ammo and a few more guns. I made my way to the reception were I'd head off.
                    Normally at reception, Clans gather on tables that are dotted near the entrance. From there, a member of the Clan will have transportation. But when I arrived, the afternnon light pooled through the massive windows. I could see the dust particals drift through the sunlight.
                    I reached reception, but was startled by what I saw.
I saw Amy and Mike on a table, side by side, smiling as they saw me. On a seat by that table was Danny, on his lap a happy-smug Sarah. In front of the table and just standing with a smile on her face was Alyson. I could barely see Clair who sat near the back.
                   "What are you guys doing here?" I asked as I stalked down to them. My chest loosened but I was clearly aware why they were waiting there.
                   "C'mon, Nathan," Amy smiled broadly, her arm linked through Mike's. "We all knew as soon as you'd be let go from Lil, you'd take a whole lot of guns to find your way to Ammie." Amy made a slight glance at the back of Alyson's head. I noticed Alyson's smile was sad when she looked at me.
                   "We even bet on it," Danny laughed and high fived Amy. "I lost a tenner." Danny shrugged and tightened his grip on Sarah. Again, I thought of Ammie's bright, energetic smile.
                   "Yous can't come, it'll be dangerous." I commented, knowing they won't let up this easily.
"Are you kidding?" I heard a distant voice. Everyone turned to Clair. Her back to me was slouched. I had never seen her so depressed with her partner in crime around. Ammie and Clair were inseperable, and here Clair was, the most bubbly girl was now way more in hell than me. "You can't do this alone." Clair's voice was filled with guilt. She added more softly and glimpsed over her shoulder at the floor. "And she needs us."
                    With that, Clair swooped off of the table and by Alyson. Clair's dark skin was pale, I didn't even know if that could happen. Her dark hair in clusters around her shoulders, eyes rimmed with make-up, it brought out her dark eyes. She wore black and white leggins with high heeled boots, a girl version of the academy boots, only them ones had the blade positioned in the front. She wore a leather jacket and frilly white top.
                    "Besides," Alyson spoke up. I saw she wore black skinny jeans with white skulls printed on the thighs. She also had the high heeled version of the academy boots and a dark stripey top with a loose black jacket on. Her long blonde hair in a ponytail at the back of her head. "We're a clan."
                    "And we ain't a clan if we don't work together." Sarah beamed. She wore a long leather skirt, split at the sides for better movement. With fishnet tights and a white button down shirt with a black tie, also a dark blue jacket.
                    "Weaopns?" I asked, and I knew I couldn't doubt them.
Every single one of them held up a weapon. Danny, with his hands around Sarah, loosened his grip and made his hand drop to the floor. Except a shotgun was in his grip. I smiled at that. Sarah flashed her hands from her lap to the side, arm sharp and hands weilded with a crossbow. Amy held up two hand guns by her head, a sweet smile on her face. Even though she looked sweet, shes an elite professional with a gun. By her side, Mike whipped out a sawed-off double barrel shot gun, sleek in his hands. Alyson clicked her shoes together like Dorothy and blades popped out the front of the heels. Also, she clipped out a pistol from her side belt that was hard to see from her jacket. With her hands by her side, and a long jacket that held a secret. Within seconds, a shotgun fell free from her sleeve and she gripped it with a savage smile on her face. From Clair's back, she unleashed a large gun that looked like a machine gun, her smile deadly and small.
                     "Proud of you guys," I smiled proudly. I had never been so thankful to each and every one of them. I know deep down, I really couldn't do this special mission without them. "And thanks." I hauled my backpack further up my shoulder.
                     "Lets roll!" Danny raised his gun, as did the rest of them. I felt goosebumps raise on my arms.

                                                                                                              

I walked down a dirty corridor, floor littered with rubble and splattered old blood. Even a few socks here and there. The walls were just mucked plaster, some places a little crumbly. Oil lamps lit the corridors with an orange and yellow glow, it could pass as a peaceful movie extra. It smelt like rusty metal, damp air, a but like sewege.
                     But the fact that Byron was by my side made it all more eerie. I kept hugging myself, not from the cold, but from how my skin crawled as if mini spiders crepy along my skin. It bugged me out. I was a foot away, but felt like I was glued to him in this narrow hallway.
                     Doors dotted the wall. Most of the doors were intact, some were hanging on the last of their rusty hinges. I seen a few demons strolling along the wide hallway as we reached it.
                     Me and Byron walked to the top of a pair of stairs. Down below was amazing. The floor was clean and pure white marble. A decoration of a naked woman with a large leaf covered her body, a circle of light was around her. The staircase was light wood and looks as if it'd just been polished. A thin carpet was placed in the middle of the stairs, a light cream. I smelt vanilla and a little bit of decay.
                     A few demons were strewn by the far edge of the wall. And in the middle of that was a floor to ceiling window. I could see it was an old window, the window frame neatly painted like the grand white ceiling. But I was more astonished by the view I caught.
                     I ran down the stairs, two at a time, but I jumped eight from the bottom to the ground. The cold marble floor made me feel lighter yet more rooted. I twirled and looked at the ceiling, there hung a very much large chandelier. Thick and thin crystals making light shine everywhere.
                     I know I didn't like it here, I didn't belong here. But this room felt familiar, as if I'd seen it before. In a book or picture. It must've been recent, because I'm not very good at remembering.
                     Then the window caught my attention again. I ran to the window and touch the thin glass. I gasped in amazement.
                    All I could see was the sea. I seen a setting sun blaze at the end of the world, bright colours like candy floss pink, lilac purple, icelolly orange and baby blue gushed near the sun liek an explosion of water colours. I seen the watery sun dance as it slowly drifted. The calm sea rolled like a herd, moving in on itself and riding into distance.
                     I could feel my heart swell slightly, my breathing stopped.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" I felt Byron more than hear him. I felt a trickle of bile rise in my throat, the taste like acid making me grit my teeth.
                    "I thought you said this cathedral was based undergroud?" I ushered from under his chin, that unpleasantly rested on my shoulder. I felt sick with him around, yet I had to act cool for any help that's on it's way...Might be on it's way.
                    "It is." He said charmingly, arms outstreched like a businessman. His smile was a bit too hungry.
"We are based underground...Near a cliff."
                    With that, I looked back at the descending sun, at how maybe I'm losing to much time. "How long till I'm forced into marriage?" I asked with a hushed breath, ducking my head.
                    "Six days." He sounded great about it, actually, from the window, I seen him straighten up a little. "You'll enjoy it." He chuckled.
                    I felt a skin tight bodysuit was tightening on my whole body. I didn't want this, I wanted Nathan to come and save me, with the whole gang. I missed them all terribly, I missed Clair, Amy, Mike, Sarah and Danny. So to speak, I even missed Alyson's sour faces when I was around Nathan.
                   And with that, I ran from the window. I heard my own breath become deep, I was sobbing. I was running while crying at the same time. My chest felt like it was going to explode. I ran up the stairs three at a time, hurrying up to get away from Byron as far as possible.
                   I ran down wide and narrow corridors, bumping into the cold walls as I made sharp turns. I was wiping at my eyes furiously, gulping in air that I couldn't feel enter my lungs.
                   "I hate it here!" I shouted down the corridors, smacking the plaster walls, hearing thuds as the balls of my feet thundered into the floor. I even skipped stepping on a sharp looking rock.
                   Then I burst down a door. The door was still well intact, so I only felt the lock from the inside break loose. I rushed in and took in everything I witnessed. 
                   The room's white walls were covered in pictures, diagrams and newpaper clippings. I seen a single watt bulb dangle bare on the ceiling, the floor neat and clean of rubble and glass. I walked in and turned dizzyingly, getting words and images of what was all around me. I was breathing short, gasping and laughing from shock.
                   The pictures were of me. Pictures of my family. Pictures of my parents together.
Is this a shrine? Or some sort of sick twisted storyline? I seen diagrams of the Arkilete sword, bathed in blood and a old picture with burns in it were the sword was getting engraved. I felt horror and shock wash through me, the feeling of knowing running through me. The light shone down on a picture that caught my eyes.
                   I felt my eyes grow wide in terror and disbelief. That picture isn't supposed to be here, it shouldn't be resting on this wall. I walked up to it, the coldness of the wall felt like electricity when I touch the plaster by the picture.
                   It was the picture of me and my Clan when I was in the infirmary, with my Grandad and teh sword in my hands. This photo was taken a few days ago. This picture was taken by Lil Hillmaeker. How was it here? Why was it here? And there was a red circle around my smiling face, and around my Grandad and the sword. It's all to do with my family and everything that goes with it.
                   I felt bile slowly slide up my throat, burning my mouth.
"Why hello, Amelia." I heard Byron walk around the room behind me, my skin crawled. "Like what you see?" He came behind me, the touch of his fingers sliding down from my neck to my spine. Before he could go any further, I twirled away from him, standing by the picture.
                   He had a faint smile on his face as he stared at me hard, as if searching for something in my eyes. He lifted his hand and a picture that looked recent faced me. I stared at it with large eyes, fear sprouting at the pit of my stomach.
                   He held a picture of Nathan. Looking dull and stern, but I seen the glint in his blue eyes. The laughing Nathan hid behind this strict leader. I smiled faintly at the picture, but the thing wrong with it is that a red cross was drawn on him.
                   "I'm sorry, my Queen," He had a pin in the other hand and stuck it on the wall behind me. I held my breath. "But I don't think he will come for you."
                   "He will come back!" I shouted in his face. He didn't seem infazed and stood like a rock infront of me. I smelt the sweet smell of roses linger off of him. "I know he will."
                   "You tell me 'yes' or 'no' that this Nathan dude was not shot twice by my men!" He shouted at me and I flinched back into the wall. I just wished that the wall swallowed me up and I'd be invisible. "Tell me!" He shouted again, but after he did, his eyes went soft from the anger that burned bright.
                   "Yes, but-"
"You've proved my point." He stepped back and leaned back, giving me the slightest of looks, I felt exposed and known to the core. I felt like he was reeling my feelings from the deepest of corners of my heart. "He was shot dead, Amelia."
                   "He'd have survived!" I shouted back at him, and I felt this confidence shine from me like fireworks. I smiled angrily and stormed slowly up to him. "He'd have survived and gathered up my Clan and try to find me!" I was in his face, shouting until I seen something flicker in his eyes.
                   "Are you sure about that?" He smiled and turned around and took a picture from the wall, I heard the rip of paper. He held another picture in front of me and I stared hard at it. "You know her, right?" I looked away at the ground, the buzzing sound from the light bulb and our breathing was only heard. I heard him rush towards me with speed, he crashed into me with brutal force, pinning my body against his and the cold wall. I squirmed uncomfortably. I felt the heat of his body swell into mine, I turned my face to the side.
                   He gripped my chin and made me look at the picture he still held.
I stared lifelessly into Lil Hillmaeker's light blue eyes, brimming with pride and happiness. But she wasn't dressed as a nurse, but in dirty military clothing. The greens and blacks and dark yellows melded together, and her normally clean face smudged with greeen face paint. I couldn't look, it was too painful to know that my brain kept saying she's been apart of this all along!
                   "You know her, don't you?" He whispered hoarsly, dropping the picture and still gripping my chin with sheer bones. "Believe it or not, but she's in on it."
                   "You're lying!" I screamed, even thought it was hard because his grip fell like it stapled my jaaw shut.
                   "Oh yeah?" He raised his voice, his breath smelt like cheese and onion crisps, weirdly. "Then how do you think that picture got here?" He smacked the picture of me and my Clan by my ear. I heard the hollow thud of the wall shudder through me, making me squeeze my eyes.
                   "I don't know!" I believed him, but tried with all my might and brain power to think of another conclusion, anothre explanation to why the picture Lil took was here in their possession.
                   "Lil has been with us for years and got a job at your petty Academy years ago," He rushed his sentences. "She has been undercover and somewhat enjoyed life there. She is, indeed, a human, but we picked her from an orphanage when she was just a toddler. We have built her up to work for us, but she's been refusing to cooperate with us, she won't reveal where the Academy is. She's going against everything we stand for. But, she sent us this picture a few days ago and we know she's still working for us." He smiled like it was a great achievement.
                   I scratched at his firm grip on my chin, almost scratching myself. His grip tightened making me swear constantly.
                   "She wouldn't betray us!" I screamed.
"True, she wouldn't," He let up, and backed away again. I rubbed my chin, giving him the stares of hatred. he just ignored that and kept on talking. "But you forget, she's been working with us all her life. Been raised by us. I think she even has a soft spot for you."
                    I kept seeing Lil's sweet smling face in my mind, her taunting of me and Nathan. Her laugh and her kindness, she always treated me with so much gentleness. I couldn't believe that she'd been working for these stinking, selfish demons. I couldn't make myself believe that she'd been with them all along behind our backs for years, that she'd had some sort of connection with them.
                    I turned to the wall and began to cry.
The woman everyone trusted had been raised and is in connection with these demons. She'd even probably given little bits of information to them. It hurt. This pain hurt, like a huge machete beging stabbed into my back like the speed of lightening.
                   I looked up with watery eyes at a dull looking Nathan. His blue eyes smiling while his face was concrete stern. I loved him so much that I couldn't stand the thought of living if he wasn't on this Earth with me. I ripped the picture of the wall from the pin and held it to my chest. I wiped at my eyes and sobbed. Then I felt something I only ever felt for my mother when I heard she passed away.
                    I felt longing. Like a yearning, a certain pain that only felt like a thick piece of thread and whenever it was strung, my heart lurched.
                   "I'm sorry if this is hard for you to bear." I haven't heard Lord Byron sound so genuine before. I turned to him, astonished. He looked sadly at me, eyes narrowed at me. "I'll show you to your room."
                   With that, he lead me out and before I felt, I seen a picture of my mother. Her long brown hair and pale skin with those big brown eyes. So slender and beautiful, I wondered exactly how she died. I'd find out while I'm here, because I'm certain she had something to do with these demons.

Author's Note

Sorry for any mistakes, I'll be sure to get ris of them!