I Refuse To Fall, When They Still Exist

Rio has been hunting for angels since she can remember; travelling from state to state since she was born. When a shadowey succubus nearly takes away her breath, she has to fight to survive. And fight off her desires for the mysterious emo kid that helped her out.


10. Chapter 8

"You're kidding me, right? In the mall!" I exclaimed, following Belial through the maintenance corridors.

"You bet. You wouldn't believe how rarely people come back here. Well, except me, that is." Judging by the dust, it's been at least a month since a cleaner's even thought of coming back here.

Out of sight, out of mind, and all that bullshit that civilians live by. "How long have you been living back here?" I asked, as we snaked down a corridor, and out a set of double-doors. This was clearly the loading bay, judging by the huge roller doors. The cold wind outside rattled at those doors, stealing through the gap at the bottom and chilling me to the bone. Not just because of the sheer cold, but also because of those fucking angels outside, keeping guard.

Every time we passed a window, I always took a look through it, to check if the angels were still there. They hadn't given up, and to make matters worse, there were a lot more than 20 of the motherfuckers. I'd seen at least 5 or 6 different groups of angels suspended around the mall, and there were probably more groups that I hadn't. There's probably about 8 in total, which makes sense. The area of the mall is square shaped, so they can put one group on every side and corner. If there's 20 in each group, and 8 groups in total, then I've eventually got to battle my way past 160 angels at once. I'm fucked.

"About...I dunno...3...maybe 3 and a half years. Something like that." He replied, indicating that I should follow him behind the huge cardboard crusher against the far wall. It was rusted all over, but the painted Reduce! Reuse! Recycle! logo was still there. I wonder how long ago that was last used.

"This whole building used to be an office block, until the 1980's, when it became a shopping mall. They forgot about this when they refurbished the place. I'd wanted to know if you could still get in here, and whaddya know, you can!" He talked as I edged sideways through the gap. There wasn't enough space for me to turn my head, so I could see what he was on about.

"Watch out for the-" 'Clonk! "Never mind." He said, as I clonked my head on a steel pole, that was probably connected to the cardboard crusher. The sound rang out loud and clear, like a wine glass had its edge stroked with a wet finger. I hope those fuckers outside hadn't heard it, as they could work out where we were, pick the locks on those roller doors, and I don't wanna think about what they'd do to us after that.

You'd expect an angel to rip the door off the wall, instead of picking the lock, but they don't work like that. Instead of having supernatural strength, they have a lot of smarts. And I mean, a lot of them. When those fuckers try to outwit a hunter, then you know whose gonna win. It's like putting Steven Hawking in an intelligence test against Paris Hilton. When it comes to brute strength however, those fuckers had better run and hide.

I heard him click something and the creak of a door, before he pulled me in the doorway. There's another click, and the light switches on.

"It's not that fancy, but the bathroom works alright. If nessecary, I can get a space heater in here. Welcome to my world."

His world is right; it's completely different. There's a camping bed with about 3 quilts on it, kept seperate by a sheet pinned to the ceiling. There's a small CD player, with CDs, on an old office desk, next to a camper's hotplate and a few packs of instant ramen. An old-fashioned coffee bubbler sits next to that, with an opened 15-pack of those tiny coke cans. Opposite the door, there's a huge bookcase, not unlike mine, absolutely full of books. There's the usual horror stories and gothic fiction; Steven King and the like, but above that, was a huge amount of textbooks, for nearly every subject. The history ones are the most used-looking; half of the covers are duct-taped together. Under that was a huge collection of romance novels. I'm talking proper bodice-ripping, birds-and-the-bees style romance novels. Including...wait for it....the Fifty Shades series; Fifty Shades Of Grey, Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Free. I thought guys despised those books.

"I read a lot. I can't get a TV in here, so it makes the time go by. So, do you like it?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's great. How'd you get half this stuff in here?"

A slight blush crept up his cheeks, as I looked up. Two ceiling tiles had been removed, and a naked bulb hung down from an extension cord. He must have monkeyed in through the ceiling, and re-hung the door, so it swung inwards. The badly-attatched hinges confirmed my theory. This kid was getting more and more interesting by the second.

"I'm impressed." I honestly was. This kid's about my age, and he's got it sorted already. Whilst I get left $50 bills and notes reminding me about my training.

Except there won't be any more notes. He's gone, Rio. He's not coming back.

That stung bitterly. This was ok for one night, but what about for the nights after that? And after that? I can't stay here forever.

"Hey Rio, you ok? You've gone all weird all of a sudden." He asked. Before I knew it, he was by my side, keeping me upright. I'd no idea why, but I had the shakes all of a sudden.

"It's fine, seriously it is. I just had a rough day, that's all." I replied, lying. If I told him, he'd be dragged into this crazily, fucked up place known as the True world. And with a nickname like Belial, he was going to be thrown right in the deep end.

"Let's hope it's better. Anyway, I wanna show you something. After all, first one's free."

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