Chapter Nine: Trapped
Trapped in a rusted small cell, Junior's restless body bundled up in the dark left corner of the cage; sobbing uncontrollably for his mother. Many things ran through his mind; would he ever see his mother again? Would he ever get out of this hellhole? Would he ever see any of his friends again? Would he ever see his little cousin Melinda again? Would he ever see his aunties and uncle again?
His crying was intolerable. The guard couldn't take it anymore as he angrily stomped his way to the cage, and roared through the bar, "Shut up you little rascal!" But that only made matters worse. His cry nearly corrupted the entire underworld. None of the demons could concentrate on their task. "Shut up NOW! Or I'll do it for you!" The demon had lost its patience, as an energy ball transformed on its palm.
"What do you think you're doing?" Another demon hissed, its identification was unrevealed by the shadow of the cave.
"Who's there?" The guard turned around and snarled. The demon identified itself. In horror the guard bowed down before the demon's feet, "Master, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you. Please accept my apology."
"What do you think you're doing?" Azarko dismissed the apology. He then grabbed the guard by the neck, and repeated himself.
"He wouldn't shut up..."
"Do you know what would have happened if you had killed him?" Azarko growled, as he tightened his grip around the guard's neck, which caused him to gag. The guard took a hold of Azarko hands and struggled to break free.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know he was that important." He tried to gasp for air.
"It's common sense!" Azarko bellowed. He squeezed the guard's neck tighter before letting it go. He dropped him down to the rugged dusty ground. The guard grabbed his throat and gasped for air. "I didn't bring the little kid here to play ball with him!"
"Maybe energy balls." The guard laughed at his own joke, trying to lighten up the mood.
"Do you have a death wish?" Azarko roared, gripping his neck once again.
Again, the guard begged for his life. Finally Azarko let him go.
While Junior huddled in the deep dark corner of the cage, eyeing the demons, watching their every movement, he focused his eyes on them, especially the guard who had been treating him like crap. He squinted his eyes, aiming around the guards. He then put all his anger towards him and squinted his eyes tighter, as the guard unexpectedly gasped for air. Holding his own neck securely, eyes wide open in horror, he fell onto his knees, and took a last breath of life before he burst into bits of flame.
"What the fuck?" Arazko sneered, looking amazed at what just happened. Slowly looking up, he darted his eyes at Junior, who now looked terrified at his own destruction. What have I done? He questioned himself nervously. Eyes filled with horror, he now wasn't so much worried about what he'd done, but the ugly- looking demon coming towards him.
"Well, well, well, I see you finally discovered your real nature." Azarko grimaced evilly.
"Stay away or I'll sic my Mommy and Aunties on you." Junior threatened in his most courageous tone.
"Oh, you naive, stupid, little one." The Azarko sneered. "You have no idea who you're talking to. Mommy won't be coming for you, not anytime soon anyway."
Hanging onto Azarko's every word; Junior started to believe more and more of what he had to say. After all, what did he know? He's only five for goodness sake. Yes, he knew his right from wrong, and this certainly was wrong. Very wrong. However he couldn't help it but listen, the demon was speaking the truth. His mother wasn't here to help him. Neither were his aunts and uncle. They all had abandoned him here. If she loved him, why wasn't she there to rescue him?
Back on land, Phoebe was still pacing back and forth like a nervous wreck. What if her son was lost forever to evil? Deep questions like these jammed her head. What if she never saw him again?
"Phoebe!" Cole called. Yet still, Phoebe seemed to be too overwhelmed to notice it. "Phoebe!" He repeated her name, now snapping his fingers at her.
"Huh, what?" Phoebe snapped out of her thoughts.
"We have the potion and the spell." Piper announced.
"Okay, let's go." Phoebe said.
"Wait, Leo." Piper suddenly remembered. "Leo!"
That instant, Leo orbed in. "The elders told me. C'mon let's go." Just as they orbed and shimmered out, Azariel blinked in and smiled evilly to herself and sneered, "Oh, you naive witches."
Trapped in a rusted small cell, Junior's restless body bundled up in the dark left corner of the cage; sobbing uncontrollably for his mother. Many things ran through his mind; would he ever see his mother again? Would he ever get out of this hellhole? Would he ever see any of his friends again? Would he ever see his little cousin Melinda again? Would he ever see his aunties and uncle again?
His crying was intolerable. The guard couldn't take it anymore as he angrily stomped his way to the cage, and roared through the bar, "Shut up you little rascal!" But that only made matters worse. His cry nearly corrupted the entire underworld. None of the demons could concentrate on their task. "Shut up NOW! Or I'll do it for you!" The demon had lost its patience, as an energy ball transformed on its palm.
"What do you think you're doing?" Another demon hissed, its identification was unrevealed by the shadow of the cave.
"Who's there?" The guard turned around and snarled. The demon identified itself. In horror the guard bowed down before the demon's feet, "Master, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you. Please accept my apology."
"What do you think you're doing?" Azarko dismissed the apology. He then grabbed the guard by the neck, and repeated himself.
"He wouldn't shut up..."
"Do you know what would have happened if you had killed him?" Azarko growled, as he tightened his grip around the guard's neck, which caused him to gag. The guard took a hold of Azarko hands and struggled to break free.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know he was that important." He tried to gasp for air.
"It's common sense!" Azarko bellowed. He squeezed the guard's neck tighter before letting it go. He dropped him down to the rugged dusty ground. The guard grabbed his throat and gasped for air. "I didn't bring the little kid here to play ball with him!"
"Maybe energy balls." The guard laughed at his own joke, trying to lighten up the mood.
"Do you have a death wish?" Azarko roared, gripping his neck once again.
Again, the guard begged for his life. Finally Azarko let him go.
While Junior huddled in the deep dark corner of the cage, eyeing the demons, watching their every movement, he focused his eyes on them, especially the guard who had been treating him like crap. He squinted his eyes, aiming around the guards. He then put all his anger towards him and squinted his eyes tighter, as the guard unexpectedly gasped for air. Holding his own neck securely, eyes wide open in horror, he fell onto his knees, and took a last breath of life before he burst into bits of flame.
"What the fuck?" Arazko sneered, looking amazed at what just happened. Slowly looking up, he darted his eyes at Junior, who now looked terrified at his own destruction. What have I done? He questioned himself nervously. Eyes filled with horror, he now wasn't so much worried about what he'd done, but the ugly- looking demon coming towards him.
"Well, well, well, I see you finally discovered your real nature." Azarko grimaced evilly.
"Stay away or I'll sic my Mommy and Aunties on you." Junior threatened in his most courageous tone.
"Oh, you naive, stupid, little one." The Azarko sneered. "You have no idea who you're talking to. Mommy won't be coming for you, not anytime soon anyway."
Hanging onto Azarko's every word; Junior started to believe more and more of what he had to say. After all, what did he know? He's only five for goodness sake. Yes, he knew his right from wrong, and this certainly was wrong. Very wrong. However he couldn't help it but listen, the demon was speaking the truth. His mother wasn't here to help him. Neither were his aunts and uncle. They all had abandoned him here. If she loved him, why wasn't she there to rescue him?
Back on land, Phoebe was still pacing back and forth like a nervous wreck. What if her son was lost forever to evil? Deep questions like these jammed her head. What if she never saw him again?
"Phoebe!" Cole called. Yet still, Phoebe seemed to be too overwhelmed to notice it. "Phoebe!" He repeated her name, now snapping his fingers at her.
"Huh, what?" Phoebe snapped out of her thoughts.
"We have the potion and the spell." Piper announced.
"Okay, let's go." Phoebe said.
"Wait, Leo." Piper suddenly remembered. "Leo!"
That instant, Leo orbed in. "The elders told me. C'mon let's go." Just as they orbed and shimmered out, Azariel blinked in and smiled evilly to herself and sneered, "Oh, you naive witches."