A/N: Not long left! Defiantly not long left!

Chapter 35

He dragged me across the school; behind his hefty robes was a horrifying strength. He pulled me as if I was a children's toy and all of my struggling was useless. I was sure that one punch would knock me clean out.

We stopped just at the hallway between the cafeteria and the English block. I had no idea how he could see me, it was so dark, no windows shed moonlight, it was as if I were stuck hundreds of miles underground. The air felt like that, as if it was stuffy and thin, I breathed heavy and quick, my heart pounded again and again and again.

"Shut up you whore!" he demanded in a harsh whisper, there was silence outside of my own heartbeat. Just complete silence. "Good," he muttered, before shoving the barrel against me again and pulling me further into the building. Further into the darkness.

Before I knew he was doing anything else, he stopped again, kicked open the closest door and hurled me in.

I stumbled for a second, bet my chest whacked into a table and I fell onto the floor. The stench of old carpet stains and food met me.

Lucas flipped a switch and the old bulb blinked twice before duly glowing, so low that even moths would ignore it.

I rolled over and Lucas was looking up at the light, a thoughtful still line on his mouth, his eyes danced with joy. "You see," he said, bringing the gun up to aim at the bulb, "This is the sort of shit that makes me love this town. So cheap, so... so broken. And as you should know, or at least I do, you can make something so good from something broken."

His toothy grin made its grand reappearance as he took two long strides towards me, "just like what I'm doing here," he said it in the most strangely perverse way. "My little bringer of sin, you don't know what you are, do you?"

Slowly I shook my head, and he burst into laughter. "Just like what I'd except from such a little shit! I... oh god, I cannot wait until you burn you fucking idiot. You don't even know that you've been manipulated!"

"Muh-manipulated?"

"You see! You see! You do not know that He manipulated you. Only he's working into the masters' plans!"

Slowly I stood up, trying my best to look calmly at the raving lunatic, his gun followed my movements. "Who's he?" I shakily asked.

"Judas!" he screamed, eliciting a gasp from me, "HIM, THE LORD OF DARKNESS, THE LORD OF FIRE, THE DEVIL. SATAN!"

I was so confused, "What? I... I thought you were a... a devil worshiper."

I never saw the right hook, I was at the ground again swiftly, a tooth chipped, a bruise forming and blood spilling from my lips. I groaned at the sudden shocking pain that throbbed from my cheek.

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT TO ME YOU FAGGOT!" He screamed. "YOU, MY SON AND THAT OTHER MAY BE SERVANTS OF DARKNESS BUT I AM NOT." HE calmed down and wrenched me to my feet before pulling out the nearest seat and slamming me down in there. I was far too dazed to do anything; the world was spinning as if I were drunk.

"I'm a servant of the master, of god!"

"What?" I slurred, coughing up the blood that mixed with my saliva.

"You think I'm doing this for Satan?" he demanded, "You disgusting prick! This is for god! For god I say! This is for rapture!"

The force of the blow was fully setting in, the world span more and more, I could even feel my own body move with the sway. "Whu... whu do ya meahn by rhap..." I got out before I fell forward. My guess about his punch was right.

I didn't dream though, it was hardly half a minute before I woke up again, sprawled on the floor with Lucas sitting just at my head, looking down at me. He had shed his robes, leaving his red jacket and jeans out.

"The rapture. You stupid prick. Bring forth the antichrist will bring the rapture to all that is good. And when I kill the antichrist, I will ascend," he explained, serious, so serious in his words that it was obvious he believed them. He believed every syllable.

He knelt down to my level and gripped me by the hair, making me stare right into his eyes, they were a murky brown, now that I had a better look, only bordering on red. "You're going to bring my son to me, because he's already lost."

"You... you're going to kill your own son?" I knew that he was going to, but I just had to know if it was the truth, no one could just kill their offspring like that.

Then again, he was mental.

He looked genuinely shocked, "he wouldn't be my son though, he'd have ascended, because he did gods work. Let me kill the antichrist." He paused, "you though, you are going straight to hell when I blow your brains out."

He looked down at me, grinning wide and happy, genuinely happy as he brought the gun down to my head, the barrel was cool, as cold as only metal could be. My heart raced at a million miles a second while I looked down that barrel, time only ticking until he lost his nerve and killed me. Actually kill me.

"Now you're going to scream help, as loud as you can, or... well, I think all you need is or."

Then I thought of Damien, and held my ground, "no."

Without hesitation, he took the barrel from my head and slammed the handle down at my forehead, sending me sprawling with a cry.

"You're going to scream help," he said it stilly and calmly.

"So you can kill my friend? No."

He sighed and crouched down to my eye level, "I will kill the antichrist within him whether you like it or not, but with you, I can make it swift, and I love my son, not in the same way you must claim to love him. I love him as God loves him."

I felt tears well and my throat feel as if it were convulsing, "I love him as a friend, you see him as some... object of... of fascination. I love him enough to not let him die."

He glared then, and stood up fast to land a kick in my abdomen, so hard that I felt as if I were going to puke.

"Give it time, just time. God will find a way to make you if he has to."

Before he turned though, I got a glance behind him at the door, and, in my blurred vision, I saw black hair and a pale face behind the window, obstructed by the glass. Nut in a second it was gone, simply a sight of my own mind, some hallucination from the lack of real sleep.

How long has it been since I actually slept? I asked myself, and as I questioned that, I felt my eyes drooping.

"Oh no you don't!" And like that I was wrenched from falling to sleep by Lucas's seething in rage above me. "You are going to decide if you are helping god, or the devil! Do you understand you little-"

He was cut short by the door swinging inwards, Damien rushing in, and a baseball bat flying across to meet his head.

He cried out and crumpled down to the floor; Damien lifted the bat once more and with a shout of fury smashed it down into Lucas's chest. He lifted it again, and smacked down, Lucas coughed up and moaned, twice more he slammed the bat down before he turned his head to me, and I saw the tears in his eyes.

"Come on... we're leaving."

He had saved me! He had actually saved me!