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Act 3

Angela walked down Hells highway. Like it's name this way no ordinary Highway. The street smelt of death and decaying flesh. Bodies lay lifelessly all over the road. Some were still alive and grabbing at Angela's heals. Angela knew where she was, the only thing she wanted to know was how to get out. Suddenly something grabbed her arm. White hot pain seared through her flesh and she screamed in agony. She turned to see who was doing this. It was Isabelle! Except her face was burnt and hollow. Isabelle screamed a blood curdling scream. Angela felt her world tumble and dark surround her.

End of Angela's dream/nightmare

Angela's eyes shot opened and she gasped in pain. When she turned to see what was causing the shaking she saw John hovering over her with a solemn face. But you could see in his eye's he was worried. Angela rolled up the sleeve of her shirt and saw a red hand mark burnt in her skin. John went to the freezer and got some ice to put on it. Angela wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and sighed.

John held the ice pack as he started asking questions. "Angela, what happened you were screaming in your sleep and… crying. What…" Angela looked at her arm. "It was Isabelle" her voice was light and sounded broken. John seemed kind of confused but then got it. "Angela, she turned evil. After being in hell so long…it must've got to her." Angela's eyes watered and she shook once again. "No, I can't imagine my sister being so evil. The only person she ever loved was God. Why…" "Angela we have been over this before. She committed suicide and that is a sin." Angela nodded sadly. "I know, I know"

John leaned back in his chair as Angela held the ice-pack. "What I can't under stand though is how that…" he pointed to the mark. " Became real." Angela shrugged her shoulders then laughed. "What?" John asked trying not to sound too curious. Angela smiled. "If these nightmares don't stop, I probably going to go crazy and then end up like Izzie" (that was Angela's nickname for her sister) John face kind of paled again. "Don't say that."

Angela eyed his curiously but then shrugged. "I guess but…" Angela turned her head to look out the window. "What is it?" John asked getting up. Angela tried to concentrate but squinted her eyes in frustration. "There are too many voices I can't…." suddenly A force knocked her back into the headboard. " Owww" Angela winced. John ran over to the window. A force knocked him back as well and he slammed right into some jugs off water. "John!" Angela got up and ran over too him. "I'm alright just hide!" John yelled. Too late. Balthazar ( spelling) had Angela pinned up against the wall, smoke simmered off his flesh and he pulled a cigar from his mouth. Angela kicked and gasped for air. John held his rib and ran for Balthazar's legs. Balthazar kicked John back against the bed. " NO interference, what so ever,…. Now girlie you'll be handing over that spear now won't you?" Angela spat at his face but that only got her a punch in the stomach. Bathazar wiped his face. "Guess I'll have to force it." Then he dug his hand into her stomach. Blood seeped like water onto his hand. Angela felt for the gun in her coat pocket and grabbed it. She pointed it toward his head and Shouted. "GO TO HELL" She shot it and a blast of light filled them room. Angela felt herself falling to the ground. She landed with a thud and saw Chas standing in the door-way with a Holy-shotgun in his hands. Smoke pouring from the shotguns mouth. John got up and snatched the gun from Chas. "Don't you know how dangerous these things are? You could kill your self… again." Chas rolled his eyes and went to Balthazar's body with John. John put the shot gun to the demons head. "Why are you here!" "To get the Spear. It's in her body and now nothing can stop us…NOTHING!" Balthazar's body disappeared. His laughter slowly faded away. "John…" Angela's weak voice came from the corner. John dropped by her side and yelled for Chas to get some alcohol and same bandages.

When he got what he asked for John poured alcohol into the wound. Angela gasped and her legs kicked. John murmured a sorry and bandaged her up. "Sorry...: weak breathing: I caused so much stress." John shook his head no. "You didn't do anything, but Angela… why is the spear in your body?" Chas lifted his hand up. "I can answer that one, when the spear felt like it was in the right hands of its owner it wanted to fuse with the person so it will be out of evils clutches. But now well. Let's just say it can be removed but…Well it is painful."

Angela cursed under her breath. "Just what I need." John rolled his eyes and Picked Angela up and laid her back on the bed. "Sorry about the blood" Angela said pointing to the crimson red pool by the kitchen. "Would you stop saying your sorry it's not your fault. It's the damn guy who used that spear to kill Jesus." Angela smiled and caught his hand and gave it a squeeze. "Thanks John, you saved my life once and I never said thanks so…" Angela yawned." Thanks." John nodded and squeezed her hand back. Angela laid her head on the pillow.

It smelt of oak wood and Cigarettes. The smell was like a sleeping remedy for her. Plus it reminded her of John. (Duh he sleeps there.) She fell asleep ignoring the pain in her stomach. John lifted the shades of his windows. "So, John what are we going to do?" Chas asked from a chair. John looked over at Angela and Shrugged. "To tell you the truth I don't know but I hope we think of something soon."

Chas nodded and look at the pool of blood. It evaporated and left a clean floor patch.

Chas got up and right when he was about to leave he whispered "May God be with you and her." John sighed. "Yeah, God…"

There you go chapter 3