(I'm not rating this M for Mature because there isn't any hardcore adult content. T for Teen is as high as I'll go because that's what I see fit. There is NO gruesome violence, lemons, or swearing that involves the C-word and up. So if you don't like what you see down there so far... Just open a Smurf Fanfiction about Puppy and Baby now.)

Angel In Anguish

Look down right when your friends betray you, because there's no turning back. Not that mine did. Scratch that, one of them did. That is if one can even be friends with their own self, their alter ego.

I suppose you could if you believed that your alter ego was in an entirely different body. She was.

Because of her I am now locked down in Hell. Hell is a place you don't want to go. Hell is a nasty, nasty place. I like the word nasty. I over use it alot.

As the sounds of a violin playing rang through my smurfette ears as it had for six hours, I sunk my arms lowers to the ground. Behind my champagne gold wings were my wrists. Bound together by a padlock and rope. Not to mention a touch of barbed wire that was absolutely bathed in the Salt Lake in Utah, if not the Ocean.

Why yes, Love, my geography is very good!

As I slowly lowered the padlock to the bottom of my cage, the ropes dug into my raw wrists and the barbed wire scratched and pricked my skin. The sensation felt like Azrael's claws did on my face so many seasons ago.

..I wonder if that wicked witch still has a scar of that, too, or if it was washed off by all the other sinning she's done.

Although I was sitting on my knees, you can't blame me for moving around and lifting the padlock up while I do so. Hey, you would too if you were trapped in a cage unsupervised for so long.

Fiery red around me, yes. I'm in one of Hell's "finest" caves. With stelactites and stelagmites everwhere. Oh yeah, not to mention a bubbling pool of lava that's been popping at me for the last six hours.

I groaned.

Wasn't anyone going to save me? If Smurf Angel 666 goes missing, they're kinda screwed. I mean, 666, that's... That's..

The number of impurity.

I know, if I was still alive, my dear friends would save me. Star Smurfette might not be my dashing prince in a knave's armor, but hey, she would try. The last few times I've been saved it at the hands of Artemis Smurfette. She was the newest best-friend I made before I died.

Actually, that may have very well been Story Smurfette.

Just as I felt my own, hot blood soaked the back of my champagne gown (Hey! White is a one-generation-thing only! Seriously, just go look at Papa or Grandpa Smurf's colors.), the violin abruptly stopped.

I couldn't believe it when I could hear blood from my wrist drop onto the plastic strap of the grecian sandles I wore. Considering how loud the pops of the lava bubbles were.

Out from the dark shadows of this... Red cave came out Her. She grinned horribly and walked over to me, sitting on her knees, copying me. She now had black highlights instead of my blonde. Dressed in red with devil's horns and darted tail.

She wedged her hand in between the bars to prop my head up under my chin.

"Oh, stupid little flower. You'll make a fine hostess. Impure angel.."

"I'm not hosting a party." I told her scornfully.

"No.." She sighed, almost happily. "You'll be hosting yourself before we split."

"B-Before we.."

That went further back than the events of Woman In Woe, it was just at the end of Princess In Peril.

She nodded. "Before then, before I could even speak through your body. Before your mind even developed the thought of me, back when it was 100% you."

I shook my head, though it was still in her grasp. "No.."

She nodded, and quickly blew at my face in one, long breath. Her own body became black powder and drifted onto my body. I sneezed.

•°•

I swung my head up. Caged? No way!

I pushed my arms apart until the padlock popped at the roped snapped, the barbed wire going with it.

I used not all of my might, but some of it, to pop the top of the cage off.

I climbed out of the cage. I took my halo off of my head and bent it into the symbol for "Anarchy". I laughed and put my hand on my hip, leaning to my left while swinging it on my other finger.

I held it up and it flew off my finger into the lava, splashing.

"Ha ha ha." I turned, walking the way Moonlight Damsel had gone, to find the weaponry.