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Struggle Arc—Choices made

Drew groaned, holding his head with his scratched up hands. His shirt's rips revealing deep, bloody gnashes in his side. His head felt fuzzy, and it was hard for him to think straight.

His vision blurred until the cell was a haze of grey and hues of red. The Demon slumped against the floor, but even that caused him pain—astonishingly, horrid pain that felt like eclectic fire pulsing through his veins with ever heartbeat. He hesitantly leaned his head forward, his bangs falling in his eyes. Keeping out the blur of black, grey, and red that was the floor, his eyes slipped shut.

Drew didn't need eyes to know his captors were standing in front of cell. One of them smirked and held the blade that has been slashing and thrust into Drew's body, still dripping with this the Demon's blood, in front of his face.

"Enjoy the last session, Demon?" He asked. Drew didn't look up, didn't answer. What was the point? "Not speaking, eh?" Drew just wished they'd go away and let him wallow in his pain alone.

Clearly, they weren't going to allow that to happen. "Come on, my friend. Speak to us. It's not as if we are going to hurt you again…Tonight."

"Maybe we finally broke him." He held the dragger in front of him, pointed at Drew.

Break me…? Oh right…that's what they're trying to do to me. Drew recalled suddenly as the captors made snide remarks about how it didn't take as long as they had thought to break the last member of the powerful Hayden Incubus line, Drew Hayden. You haven't broken me yet. And so long as I remember why I'm fighting, you never will. Images of Laramie, Timble, Moe, Yippy, even Misty, flashed in his head. Then, finally, one last one of May blazed in his mind's eye—clearing his head and subduing the pain slightly.

Drew rolled his head up, more to keep the blood from a gnash in his head from running in to his eyes than to look at the captors. "If I say 'please,' will you leave?"

They laughed at his request. "Here that? He'll say please!" As they doubled over with laughter, Drew reached down slowly and grabbed two, small, sharp stones from the ground. Ignoring the pain that was soon to be pulsing through his body, he threw them. The stones whipped pasted the captors, leaving a cut on their arms. They hissed in pain, holding their arms.

Even with the horrid pain that caused him to gasped and hold wrap himself with his arms; it was worth it to see the glare of pure hatred sent towards him.

"You will regret that tomorrow, Demon."

Drew smirked at them as they left, "I highly doubt that."

May stared at the ceiling of her room that night, head spinning. What did Tyra mean when he said, 'Help…Master…Hell…Now."? Master…He must have meant Drew.

A gasp almost escaped her lips. "Drew needs help." The Angel swung her legs around until her feet met the floor.

"But…what am I to do?" She sighed and fell back. "I can't just go waltzing into Hell and expect Hell to transport me to the same place as last time! Maybe I could fly there."

Then something Drew had told her jumped into her mind, 'Heaven is a million miles or so that way…" There went that plan.

But May had to do something! If Drew needed her, she had to help.

Why? Why help him? Her inner voice asked. He imprisoned you in Hell. He hurt you and tormented you. Why help him after that?

"I have to help him because he let me go. I don't think he's as bad as he could be." May frowned. "I need to figure something out." She rolled onto her stomach. "But what?"

Dawn yawned, staring out here window at the moon. She wasn't sure what had woken her, but Dawn was sure she'd be out like a light in a few minutes. That is, if she hadn't seen May walked slowly towards the Hell Border.

Eyes wide, Dawn threw on some clothing and darted outside. Thoughts that caused her to shudder entered her mind. What if May was going to step into Hell again? Wait? Wasn't the Demon that returned her to Heaven from an Incubus line? What if that Demon was possessing May to come to him so he could… Dawn could even finish the thought.

She pushed herself towards her friend. "May!"

May's head jolted up and she turned to Dawn. The look in her eyes resembled that of one who'd just been caught doing something that should have been.

"Dawn?" May's voice shook slightly as the blunette rushed towards her. Only when Dawn has stopped and was huffing did she see the backpack that sat at May's feet. "W-what are you doing here?"

"I was worried. May want are you doing?" Dawn pointed at the bag, her eyes filling with tears. May was going to leave her and go to Hell!

"I'm…I'm…" She bit her lip, thinking.

"May?" Dawn whipped her eyes. "Please, I'm your friend, tell me!"

"I'm…going to Hell…to save someone whom I care about." May admitted after a long pause. Dawn's heart skipped a beat. Someone whom May cared about was in Hell? Who? When Dawn asked this, May looked down, blushing. "You wouldn't know him."

"If you know him, then I'm sure I know him," Dawn pointed out.

"He's…" May took a breath. "Dawn, remember when I said I didn't remember what happened to me in Hell? I lied. I was taken in by a Drew Hayden. And I lived with him until he…brought me back. The Hellhound was one of his. Before Brendan shooed him off, he told me Drew was in trouble!"

Dawn couldn't believe her ears. May was going to Hell to save a Demon? She was risking her life for a DEMON?

And then the most important thing Dawn couldn't believe. May was going to Hell to risk her life to save aDemon without her? Dawn felt hurt.

"No!" She grabbed May's arm. "I'm not letting you go alone!"

"Dawn! I have to save Drew! Please!" May cried.

"I'm not letting you go alone." Dawn repeated sternly. "Paul, Brendan, and I are going with you!" May stared at her, blue eyes wide.

"You…want to come with me to Hell to help me save a Demon?" May's voice cracked. "T-thank you!"

"We'll talk to Brendan and Paul tomorrow!" Dawn told her. "I mean, they wouldn't be so keen on helping a Demon, but I'm sure Paul'll come so he can take out Demons!" The blunette didn't need to say that Brendan would come to protect May. They both already knew.

"Thank you, Dawn." May repeated.

May felt her stomach turn to ice as she sat in the park with Dawn, waiting for Paul and Brendan to show. Dawn had decided to help her, though May's plan was vague and stupid.

Paul would either help or refuse to come and tie Dawn to a chair. Brendan, on the other hand would go just to follow May just to project her.

"Hi! May!" Brendan darted over happily. Paul at his heels looking annoyed.

"H-hi, Brendan," May stuttered. "Hi Paul."

"What are we doing here? Dawn said it was important." Paul scowled without missing a beat.

"It…is," May gulped. Maybe this was a stupid bad idea. Maybe one of them was going to tell an adult and she'd be sent to the loony bin! But she took a breath. She was going to save Drew with or with out any help. She just really hoped that it was with help. The Angel cleared her throat. "Okay. I am going to Hell—"

"WHAT?" Brendan's light brown eyes shot wide. Paul looked taken back then sent a glance at Dawn.

"I'm going to Hell to save someone. A Demon named Drew," This made both Paul and Brendan's eye shot wide—wider for Brendan.

"Are you insane?" Paul scowled. "One, that's suicide; and two, why would you ever want to save a Demon?"

"Be…because he saved me," May looked at the ground, flushing. The boys weren't like Dawn. Dawn understand that you can't help fall in love with someone who is so different from you. Dawn walked over and grabbed and handful of Paul's hair.

"No listen here, Paul, May is my best friend, and I am not letting her go to Hell alone again," She said with stern eyes, then smiling, Dawn added, "And we could use a strong Warrior with us to make sure some big, mean Demon doesn't kill us."

"If you don't want that, when don't go," Paul sighed. "But I'll come anyway." That left Brendan. He looked at me with depressed eyes.

"I'm coming…but how are we going to get there?" May knew Brendan was just trying to point out hole in her plan so she wouldn't go through with it. "I mean, just stepping into Hell again might land you in the Devil's living room for all your know."

"That's why I wanted to ask the Grim Reaper for help," May said. Everyone, even Dawn's, mouth fell open with a click. "The Grim Reaper, Misty, is a friend of mine. I'm sure she'll help me!"

Paul was the first to blink the shock away. "May, that's crazy! And beside, how are suppose to find her!"

"Simple. Remember that train crash that is going to happen to day? Well, I figure Misty'll be there!" May frowned slightly. It sounded so much better in her head.

The scene in front of the young Angels was not pretty. Bits of metal, some still hot from the collision, littered the ground, shoes, clothing, limbs, and items scattered around the green grass. EMTs and helpful bystanders were helping get people out of the wreckage. Not all of them still with the world of the living. A few wondering spirits, whose who are unsure if they're ready to leave that world for Paradise and those who do not have a place in Paradise, stood around. Everyone know and again one would disappear, excepting there death and moving on.

Dawn gripped Paul's shoulder. "This place is scaring me, Paul." Paul nodded, wrapping an arm around her.

"Are you scared, May?" Brendan asked, eyeing the two lovebirds then turning to May hopefully.

"Hmm? What was that, Brendan?" May turned to him, eyebrow cocked.

Brendan sighed, "It's nothing." May looked around, stepping over a blood splattered, torn shirt with out a second glanced. She stood on a rock, on her tiptoes, looking around. Then a familiar flash of black and orange caught her eyes.

Jumping down from the rock, May darted towards her. She paused a few meters from her. She was swinging the scythe around, the souls of the damned drawn towards it like moths to a flame.

"Man, I thought something interesting would happen." Misty sighed.

"How am I for interesting?" May asked from behind her. Misty jolted and turned as the other Angels came up.

"May!" Misty grinned. "I'm hug you but your friends there look like they might skewer me the second I do." May turned to see both Brendan and Paul, who still had an arm wrapped around Dawn's waist, hands were at there sword hilt.

"Guys," May groaned. "Brendan, Dawn, Paul, meet Misty—the grim reaper." Misty held the hand she held the scythe with out. Everyone stared at her hand widen eyed.

"Come, I don't bite…often," Misty chortled and Dawn gripped Paul's arm tighter. Brendan took a step closer to May.

May ignored them and asked, "Misty have you seen Drew?"

"Oh and why do you ask?" Misty smirked and leaned forward slightly. May flushed. "Okay. I get it. No, I haven't."

May sighed, Brendan stepping even closer to her, "I was hoping you would say you have…"

"Oh?" Misty cocked and eyebrow. "Explain." As May explained, Brendan stepped until her was less than a foot behind her. "Wow…so you're willing to risk going to Hell to check on because a dog told you too?" Misty loomed closer. "Are you sure Drew didn't put a spell or something on you?"

May flushed again, "N-no! I'm just worried!" Misty her a knowing glance.

"Okay. I'll take you to him…if he's there." Orange haired Demoness nodded. Brendan was now standing parallel to May. "And I'll even take your friends…if they're not scared of Hell."

Okay, I have decided that this story's song will be Vanessa Carlton's 'A Thousand Miles' thanks to Moonlight's Shadow Warrior. ^^

Also, why does everyone hate Brendan! He hasn't done anything!…attacking Tyra was because he didn't know what he was doing and thus doesn't count and you all know it! And for those of you who say it is because it'll break up contestshipping well…that just dumb. I mean you can tell its one sided! Okay, rant done.

Next chappie we meet…Ash~! And we see some Pokeshipping~! =D Yah!