-1Chapter 5

Samantha thought over the conversation that night, and realized that was a good deed. Demons would come back to haunt her, and she would probably kill another innocent being. Samantha opened her eyes, and found the hooked man in front of her. She screamed, and jumped out of bed. She ran into the hallway, and ran anywhere but the throne room.

No one can control me. I have every right to stop this.

She ran faster, but couldn't control it. She screamed so laud, probably everyone in the palace heard it. She ran everywhere, just trying to get away from the beast. The hall got darker, as pitch black inserted itself. No sound, no footsteps, no light, no anything.

Her breathing was the only sound. Samantha bit her lip. She tried to be quiet, but fear was getting in the way. Sweat rolled down her face, and she finally touched the wall. It felt weird, like liquid. There was cloth, and something soft. Samantha froze.

The lights all of a sudden flicked on, making her scream. She slowly turned around, but her eyes widened. This couldn't be happening. He shouldn't of died. Samantha panicked, then screamed the loudest she could.

She fell to the floor, backing away from the hanged man. Blood was everywhere. She kept going backwards, until she came to a stop. Samantha slowly looked up, and found a tall man with a hook on his right hand behind her. His eyes were completely white, which made her scream. The man rose up his right hook, and tried to stab.

She did everything to keep this thing away from her. She kept screaming for anyone to hear.

No one can control. I'm only trying to be kill because of the good deeds I have done.

She grew confidence and ran. She found herself facing in dead end. Samantha screamed, panicking. She wobbled a doorknob, trying to get in. Samantha hit the door, while looking back. She found him walking closer, and closer. His footsteps echoed through the hall. She looked at his eyes, and had thought of something…

I don't' care if I die anymore. I have done so many good deeds. It's finally time for the world to stop suffering.

She squeezed the doorknob, and shook it. She let go, and looked at the hooked man. He rose up his hand, and aimed for her heart. Samantha gasped, knowing she was going to die at age 15. Tears formed, and her breathing was slow. She shut her eyes, waiting for the stab.

Instead, she heard the door open, and felt someone's hand grabbing her. She flew inside a room, but unconscious.

Did someone just save my life? Who is it? And why do they care if I survive or not?

Samantha slowly fluttered her eyes. She got up, dizzy, from everything. "Are you okay?" Someone asked.

Samantha recognized that voice - it had a British accent, and it sounded like a guy. She turned around slowly, and found Peter Standing behind her. Samantha rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you care?"

"Because I can't bare to watch someone die because they've done good deeds, and someone's trying to stop her," Peter told her. Samantha frowned. "How do you know I've done good?" "Aslan spoke to me, this morning. He told me why your possessed, and how brave you are trying to fight." Samantha smiled.

"Yes, but I'm not that great. I'm not that brave." Peter sighed. "Do you know why that demon is the only one following you, Sam?" Samantha shook her head, in wonder. "No, I don't."

"That demon has killed, like you. He was once a person, possessed by Satan. He tried to free himself, but couldn't because he had doubt in his heart. He didn't believe anyone could help, and he didn't believe he did good deeds. Samantha, your almost like him, but you can trust anyone. You seek for help, but the thing that he's hunting you, is because you have doubt in your heart, as well."

Samantha looked down to the floor. "You mean I must have faith, hope and anything that possible to survive? You mean, I have to live?"

Peter nodded. "You're not a demon, or a person. You're an angel."

Samantha smiled. "Yes, but angels don't have demons hunting her." Peter laughed. He looked at her, still thinking about the night when she tried to kill a guard. "Sam, on that night, I'm really sorry. I, I didn't know who to trust, who to care about."

Samantha smiled. "You're forgiven. The only thing I have to worry about is how to finish off the devil." Peter sat on his bed. "You mean when he comes back, grants 3 wishes, and if you-"

"What? What are you talking about?" Samantha said, in panic.

"Well, there's a time when the devil comes back to the possessed one, and tries to make the 'Waker' wish 3 wishes. Once the 3rd wish is granted, Satan comes to Earth and rule. He chooses another Waker, with the old Waker dead. Satan kills friends, family, anything just for you to ask for a wish. The only way for the wishes to stop, and for the devil to disappear is if the Waker dies before making 3rd wish."

Samantha was dead frozen. "You mean I'm a Waker? Why called a 'Waker'?" "Because you have awakened the devil for the 3 wishes. It's harsh, you know."

Samantha frowned, forming tears. "Sam, you have to choose your wishes wisely. Calling angels was the best one ever made." Samantha looked to his eyes. "Did the Waker die?" Peter nodded, sadly. "She did. This time, you have to stop it. You're our only hope. You're the last Waker."