Martyr

Jade Kapan just might be the most normal person you could meet. But don't jump to conclusions, because you couldn't be more wrong. And she has no idea. No idea that the angels fight demons constantly just to keep the humans safe. No idea that she can change the whole course of the war. The only thing is, will she have the strength to make a vital decision?

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11. Falling

          I flew on, thinking that I was in the clear. I wasn't. Apparently, Doctor Frankenstein had been busy, because this batch of demons had wings, and they were practically on top of me. One of them reached forward, and raked his claws down the length of my leg. It hurt, well... like hell. (Pun intended.) I poured on the speed, then continued flying, blinking the salty tears out of my eyes. I decided to head back to where I had left the group, as they were probably still there. I had only been gone around an hour. 

          Sure enough, they were still there. At first, they all smiled at me, but when they saw the horde of demons behind me their expressions quickly changed to sheer terror. As I landed, I tripped in my frenzy, and fell on my hands and knees, scraping them really badly. The rest of the group formed a kind of defensive wall around me, then got into a battle stance, weapons drawn. In a matter of seconds, the demons were upon us. I rested on the ground for a few second longer before joining the battle. 

          We swung and stabbed at the hideous demons, until I felt a hard pressure in my arms, then wetness. A demon was latched onto my arms, digging its claws in. In a matter of seconds, I was being lifted above my neighborhood. 

"Mark!" I screamed desperately. He looked up, and when he saw the demon carrying me away, his expression quickly morphed into pure hatred. When he sprung off the ground to come to my rescue, my heart swelled. He soared towards me and the demon, but the demon dodges his sword strikes, shaking me so hard that I got a headache. Mark lunged left, feinted right, then stabbed the demon through the stomach. 

          I was in such a daze I didn't even realize that I was falling. I was plummeting towards the ground at an amazing speed. I would've hit the ground if Mark hadn't caught me at the last second. The other demons had either fled or died, so we had a clear landing spot that was about three blocks away from the other angels. The two of us collapsed on the ground, exhausted. I wasn't sure why, but something inside of me had broken. Probably my sanity. Who knows. I started sobbing uncontrollably into Mark's shirt. He sat there, holding me, letting me soak his shirt with my tears, while whispering comforting words. 

          Mark was still holding me when the last tear traced it way down my dusty and bloody cheek. He looked into my eyes and I looked directly into his. Then, he leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against mine, and I kissed back. So there we sat, all battered and bruised, kissing in an alleyway. 

          He pulled away, slightly smiling. It didn't last long, though. I realized what was bugging him, and turned around. Lurking in the shadows was another demon. Oh yeah, I should probably mention that he was seven feet tall, and completely ripped. Like all demons, his eyes were as black as midnight, and he had two wicked horns sprouting off the top of his head. The demon started to advance on us, so Mark hopped up. I tried to follow his example, but I fell right back down, my leg in agonizing pain. I looked down at it, and almost lost my lunch.

          The skin on my leg looked like a bunch of ribbons, and it was rotting as if the demon who did this had dipped his claws in poison. A wave of nausea swept over me, and I groaned. Mark charged the demon, managing to thrust, parry, then practically dance his way out of harm. It was short lived, because the demon got agitated, and swung his arm at Mark. Mark was tired and warn down, so he didn't make it out of the way in time. With a grunt, Mark smashed into the side of the alley, and I screamed. There was no way even an angel could survive a hit like that, was there? 

          The demon continued to advance on me, when his body went rigid, his eyes alight with surprise. Standing there, with his blade hilt-deep in the back of the demon, was Ash.

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