Hello, and we're back again into the mind of Connor. Let's see what is goin on with him.

Connor's PoV

"You're...You..."

"Yes child, I'm St. Clare, now we must hurry, before more of them trolls come out of nowhere."

"How are we going to get out of here?" Raphael asked. Then another roar erupted, then another, and another. People all around us were screaming in terror and panic. I go and risk another look inside the shattered window. There was more uglies inside, led by none other than a Night Mare.

"We are using a boat." With surprising skill, she jumps off the railing and hits the docks. The girl does the same thing, so does Raphael, I had no choice. As I jumped, an axe appears where I was just standing. I landed quickly, rolled, and then ran as fast as I can. I follow them to one of the boats that looked like any ordinary boat, but when the girl pressed a button on the steering wheel , 50 caliber machine guns popped out on the front and back of the boat.

"Whoa."

"Raphael, take the one the one on the front, and Connor, take the one on the back." St. Clare ordered.
I didn't hesitate, I loaded the gun and got ready to fire. Back then my dad used to take me to gun shows, because he used to be from the Marines, so technically, I learned how to use a gun from him. Mom knew how to fight with a knife. As the girl revved up the engine, one of the trolls landed, and almost broke through the wood. Unfortunately, it held. Then it ran towards us, but I fired the machine gun before it could get near us and it exploded into ashes. Before another one jumped down and ran towards us, the boat was moving away from the docks.

"That was close."

"We're not out of this yet." St. Clare shouted through the sound of the engine. Sadly she was right. There were about three boats in the front and three boats in the back, all full of bloody flesh looking demons. I fired at the gas area of one on the boats and it exploded into flames. But the demons had wings, so they just flew off and they also had assault rifles. Since when did heaven and hell get military hardware weapons? I pointed at one of the demons before it could shoot me. Then the other demons turned into ashes. What the...?

Then I realized St. Clare was firing an M16 assault rifle, at the demons.

"Nice shot." I said. When I looked at the front of the boat, Raphael was just taking down the last boat. I turn back to my side and noticed that the two boats were precariously next to each other.

Perfect.

I fired upon the gas tank on one of the boats and the demons didn't have enough time to fly off the boat when it exploded. Just when I thought we got away, there was something churning in the water. Once we got close enough the water, a giant squid with sharp tentacles rose from the water. Before it could strike us, St. Clare thought ahead and took out a missile launcher out of nowhere and fired it bullseye between the eyes. The squid fell back down the water and disappeared in the river.

"I will never eat calamari again." Raphael said.
_A few hours later_

Once we reached a simple looking docking area for our boat, my body tensed. At the dock, Michael the Captain of the Archangels had his hands crossed on his chest, patiently waiting for us.

"Great, him again."

"Is there something wrong with my presence?" As I turned around, Michael was standing right behind me. I looked back and forth from where he used to be, to where he was now.

"How...?"

"Get on the docks, we must talk about how to get into hell."

As we reached the docks, we followed to a well-hidden house near the shore of the river.

"What if it floods?" I asked.

"Then it floods." St. Clare said.

"Well..."

"Please Connor, can't it wait until we're at the house?" Raphael said.

As we entered the house, I was amazed. It looked exactly like Uncle Jerry's house in New Orleans. It was made out of red wood, there were two wall sized windows occupying one corner, and a wall to our right. The glass wall to our left led to a small bridge to a small wooden area with a glass wall in front of us opened to a balcony covered with willow trees. And to our right was a wall where it probably led to more parts of the house.

"Make yourself at home Connor." St. Clare said. Raphael instantly jumped to one of the couches right in front of us. Before he could land on one, Michael snapped his fingers and Raphael reappeared right next to him.

"Why?!" Raphael complained.

"No time, we need to plan. St. Clare, would you mind accompanying us?"

"Of course not, Caterina, please help Connor settle." As they were entering to the door on the right side of the room, Michael stared daggers at me, and slammed the door shut. I look to the girl name Caterina and looked at her quizzically. She looks at me as if she was evaluating to either kill me, or to help me. Finally, she says, "Are you hungry?"

Weird question? Considering the fact that me and Raphael just ate three plates of calamari and almost a whole sundae, I should be full, right? Well once you have fought about a whole squadron of Satan's baddies, you kinda get hungry again. Kinda like eating before working out, then working out, then your suddenly hungry again. I nodded and then she laughed at me.

"Why are you laughing?" I ask questioningly.

"You don't have to be scared, don't worry, I'm a friend. " With that said she grabs my hand and drags me to the corner of the room and opened a trap door that led to a kitchen. It smelled of herbs and jasmine. She opened the fridge and handed me a Coca-Cola and a few chips and she led me back upstairs. When we get up, she grabs a remote from the table near the couch, and press a yellow button. Then instantly, it got darker, and there was a screen coming down from the ceiling. And she pressed the green button to turn on the TV. I swear, at the corner of my eyes, I think she was trying to fix her hair. The most weirdest thing is that she sat right next to me. Like she rested her head on my right shoulder.

"What do you want to watch?" She asks me.

After channel surfing we decided to watch Cartoon Network, and Adventure Time was on. Right after the show ended, the door where the Raphael, Michael and St. Clare came from opened. I was expecting Michael to shout out my name, but when St. Clare saw Caterina and I, she smiled like she was amused.

"Come on. We need to talk."

Once Caterina and I entered the door, Michael and Raphael were on opposite sides of a rectangular table. Looking very serious. When Michael notices me, he sits upright and clears his throat.

"Well, there's a way in hell..."Michael says at last.

"Can't you just kill yourself and won't that bring us to hell, directly?"

"Well you can, but once you get there..."Michael replies.

"There's no way out." Raphael finishes Michael's sentence.

"Ok then, how?" I ask both of them.

"Well you see, if you and Raphael can sync in the whole time down there in hell, you should be anchored to him without a problem."

"But if we de-sync..."

"Then you just drift off without an escape out of there." Raphael answered.

"Hmm. Reasonable enough."

"Caterina and I will accompany you." When St. Clare said that, my heart did the fastest tap dance in the world.

"Is there a time limit?" I ask them.

"Nope, but if you can hurry, that would be nice." Michael said.

"Why...?"

"Because the more time we spend in hell, the more chances we'll get stuck there. And I don't want to get stuck there again." Raphael answered.

"You were stuck before?"

"Look, it would be for the best if we don't set a time limit, but rather speed up the process of it."Michael interrupted.

"Fine, but where to start?" I ask again

"Well anywhere really. As long as you are underground you'll find a hole that you can crawl into then it should lead to a chamber with a door." Michael said it as if it was on the back of his hand.

"A mine tunnel should be good. There's a lot of them near Utah and Oregon. I suggest Oregon." Raphael said.

"Agreed." Both Michael and St. Clare responded.

"So just charter some planes and go to Oregon." I ask.

"Yup" All three of them said at the same time.

Great. I hope there's nothing bad going to happen this time. God, sometimes I wish I wouldn't jinx myself like that.