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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16. Martyr

"Aw, how pathetic." Satan spat in my face.

"You'll never win." I snarled in reply.

"I'm afraid we already have. The world was so corrupt and evil, it was quite easy, actually." He said, glancing casually at his long black nails, as if he were inspecting a manicure. I stared daggers at him while he continued, "I mean, look here." He gestured to a blank wall. All of the sudden, I saw the image of Ash, Cassie, Nathan, and Bruce hanging, bound by shackles to the prison wall. Then, the screen shifted to the right. I could see my mom, my dad, and even my little sister Emily hanging alongside the angels and demon. They were all beaten up. Even my family. Things had just gotten personal. I continued to stare searchingly at the screen, looking for anything that could help me bust them out. There! I saw a closet that was labeled "Weapons" and an air vent that was inside their prison. From the looks of it, they had  been hastily shackled in the Center of Light. I was going to do it. I was gonna bust out of here and save my friends and family.

"Now, I'll let you watch us have fun with your precious city. Have fun, but I have people to torment and dreams to invade." Satan said evilly. The image changed yet again, and this time I saw the Aether, being ransacked by a bunch of demons. This had to stop. Satan left with a gust of foul-smelling wind.

          I had always been skinny for my height, so I slipped out of the velcro straps that held me to the table. A quick glance around the room told me that there was another air vent high up on the wall, close to the ceiling. I pushed the bed up against the wall, and stood up on it. Luckily for me, this vent was made to be too small for muscly angels with bulky wings, not skinny girls who had their wings removed. 

          My back still hurt like crazy, but I had other things to worry about. I jumped up into the vent and began army crawling through the airways. I came across what looked like the bedroom for all of the jail guards. If I was gonna bust out some angels, I was going to need some keys. I landed lightly on the floor, and walked towards a sleeping guard. 

          There, on his belt, was just what I needed: The keys to all the shackles and rooms in the building. I carefully removed them from his belt, then hopped back into the vents. Eventually, I located the room where all of my friends were being held. As I slid open the hatch so I could crawl through, all of the supernatural beings glanced up at my. My family appeared to all be unconscious. That was probably so that they wouldn't find out about the existence of angels and demons. I landed on the floor, and a look of surprise crossed event conscious person's face.

"Jade." Mark said, like he was savoring the word. Then, he saw all the blood. The back of my shirt was all red, and stripes of blood ran down the back of my legs. "What did they do to you?!" He asked in horror.

"They–" I could barely speak, and when I did, my voice was full of grief. "They removed my wings." I finished, my voice hardly a whisper.

His face contorted with rage. I scanned the faces of the other beings in the room and they too looked deadly serious.

"Don't worry about me." I said, then knelt to unlock their wrists. I had to leave my family, and no matter how much it hurt, I knew they would be safer there. Once everyone had been released, I began to unlock the door. We all piled into the hallway, and I moved on to unlock the weapons closet. Soon there were many very angry and heavily armed angels roaming the hall. We all walked as a pack, me in the lead, with Mark and Cassie on my right and left, followed by Bruce, Ash and Nathan.

          I thought we were in the clear, but it wasn't long until we were spotted, and the demons sounded the alarm. A squad of about 15 demons blocked our way in the hall.

"Surrender or die." Was the order that came from the demon in the lead. I leaned over and whispered in Mark's ear. Even the small effort tired me out. I had lost a lot of blood and wasn't feeling too well.

"Go. Run!" I whispered harshly. "I'll follow close behind."

"No. I'm not leaving you." He said stubbornly. 

"Mark. It's the only way." I insisted. I could tell I was going to win this argument. It made sense. The only thing was, I had a feeling this would be the last time I saw any of my friends. It was now or never to help them escape.

"Fine. I'll come looking for you, though." He finally relented.

"Okay, good luck." Was my reply.

          I charged the demon in front, catching him by surprise, and causing him to vaporize at the touch of my deadly blade. At the same moment that I lashed out, the others turned and fled at full speed in the other direction. Now it was my turn. I spun on my heel, and ran after them. I thought I was going to make it, but I didn't realize how bad of shape I was in. The demons caught up to me and I felt a searing pain in my abdomen, which cause me to shriek in pain. I looked down, and saw the bloody tip of a sword had passed clean through my whole body.

          Up ahead, I saw Mark's head turn at the sound of my voice in pain. My vision was becoming increasingly blurry, but I saw him turn around and start slashing wildly at the demons around me. He somehow managed to kill all of them with the help of the others. Before I knew it, he was by my side, his tear-streaked face peering intently at me. So this is what dying is like, I thought to myself. 

"No, NO!" Mark screamed, his eyes filled with pure hatred for demons, and the choice he had made to let me try to hold the demons off.

"Sorry..." I croaked, almost passing out with the effort. I could feel my breath shortening. I didn't have much time left. "What... Martyr?" I asked.

"There was a prophecy. And it said there would be a Martyr when we needed one most. EVeryone thought it was you, but I refused to believe."

I had to say one last thing before leaving this world forever. I mustered up my strength and inhaled my last breath saying the words, "I love you." 

I could just barely hear his reply of "I love you too" before my world faded to beautiful blackness.

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