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Here's chapter 3. Enjoy.
'No… this can't… be… it.' Matt thought. He was dying. He'd never see his friends, his family, Will, ever again. Would they even know how he died, what will happen to his body, what about Will? His life began to flash before him, his first day at school, his first guitar, his first band, his first performance, meeting Will, their first kiss, finding out about the Guardians and magic, Nerissa and Shagon... He knew what to do.
He drew the last of his strength and called upon the magic inside him. He clenched his eyes closed and when they shot open Hades was hit by blinding beam of brilliant green energy that blasted from Matts eyes.
Hades tumbled back leaving a week and helpless Matt lying on the floor. He coughed and chocked as he tried to breathe air into his starving lungs. He rolled over to see Hades staggering onto his feet. His hair was scorched and his face was contorting with anger and hatred, flames of fury flickered in his eyes.
Matt tried to stand only to receive a knick to his stomach. He recoiled in pain as he was kicked again. Hades stood over him his fist burned with flames. He drew his hand up for a punch. Matt swung his legs around, slamming into hades, swiping him off his feet. Matt scampered to his feet and stumbled towards Lillian's room.
"Napoleon…" He choked out as he stumbled into the room, closing the door behind. Napoleon was lying on the foot of the bead licking his wounds, with Mr Huggles resting besides him. To Matt's relief Lillian was fast asleep.
"Mattie! Are you ok?" Napoleon asked.
"Yeah, I will be." Matt panted out. "He's back."
"I knew it wouldn't be that easy." Napoleon sighed. He jumped form the bead and transformed into his regent from and placed his ear to the door. "I don't hear him."
A sudden sharp buzzing sound echoed through the apartment. Matt and Napoleons eyes widened. "The doorbell!" They exclaimed in shock.
Matt eased open the door and peered out into the empty hallway. There was no sign of Hades. They both knew that was bad.
The doorbell rang again as servile hard knocks rattled on the door. "Police! Open up!" Called a voice from the other side.
"Come on." Matt said as he slipped out of the door with Napoleon close behind. They crept towards the living room as there were more bangs at the door.
"Wait Matt! It could be a trap." Napoleon suddenly said, grabbing Matt's arm.
"Or it could actually be the police." Matt said back.
"If we just remain quiet then they might go away." Napoleon suggested.
"And come back tomorrow… Oh No! How are we gonna explain this to the Hale's?" Matt suddenly said in shock as he gestured at the apartment that literally was a warzone.
"We'll worry about that later. Saving the Earth from a psychopathic, megalomaniac god from hell is slightly more important than spring cleaning." Napoleon said.
Before Matt could reply they froze at the sound of the front door opening and a chillingly familiar voice. "Good evening officers."
There was a brief silence before another voice stumbled. "G-good evening sir." Matt could imagine the officers suppressed faces at the sight of a seven foot black clade hell god. But there was something else about that man's voice. It sounded familiar to him.
Another voice then spoke. "We've received reports of loud noises coming from this apartment. Is everything okay?"
"Why yes officer. I don't know what you're talking about."
"May I have you name and your reason for being in the Hale's apartment?" The first voice said. Matt's heart stopped. He recognised it.
"Irma's dad!" He squeaked out.
"Not good, Mattie boy, not good at all." Napoleon muttered back shaking his head.
"I'm… a friend. Why don't you come in?" Hades said.
"Sir, please answer the questions." The second officer ordered.
"Where are the Hale's?" Officer Tom Lair sternly asked again, his voice fuelled with suspicion. Matt and Napoleon had now snuck into the ruined kitchen. Hades stood at the door, thankfully blocking the view off the apartment. Matt was nervous. If Hades did anything to Irma's dad, she'll never forgive him. But he couldn't revile himself. He didn't know what to do.
"Any ideas?" Matt whispered.
"None." Napoleon answered.
Matt thought for a moment. "What if you tie me up then I call for help. Hopefully they'll think it was a burglary gone badly." He suggested.
"Terrible Idea. He can shoot fire remember?" Before Matt could reply Hades spoke again.
"Only the two kids are here. I'm looking after them."
"What is your name, and can you explain why we've received six different noise complaints about this apartment?" Officer Lair asked.
"My name's… Akakios Papadopoulos." Hades lied.
"Can you prove it?" Officer Lair continued to question.
"Yes. Please do come in." Hades said as he moved away from the door.
Matt gulped as the two officers entered the room. His heart was beating rapidly ready to spring on Hades at any second. The police officer stopped and looked around the room in shock. They drew their guns and aimed at Hades back. "Freeze!" they both shouted.
"I don't think so." Hades coldly said. Two columns of black smock sprang out of the ground enveloping the police officers who screamed in shock and pain. Matt and Napoleon didn't waste time changing into regent form and charging Hades. But he was prepared.
Napoleon dived to the side to avoid a whip of fire that Hades slashed towards him. Matt swooped down towards Hades only to stop as a wall of fire shot up before him.
The cries from the police officers stopped. Matt roared with anger as he blasted around and grabbed hold of Hades naked, pinning him to the floor. "What did you do to them?" He demanded.
Hades laughed. "Look for yourself."
Matt turned to see the pillars of smoke descending reviling two hunched over bodies in tattered police uniforms. Their skin was a burnt black. Their fingers were elongated blades tougher than diamonds. A pair of large black, bat like wings extended from their backs with horns sticking out of the flesh at the joints, the main surface was torn and scared. Loud cracking sounds reverberated through Matt's ears as they clicked into place into place. Demonic tails rose behind them as they looked up at Matt. Their faces were a sickening sight. Burned skin was stretched over nose-less skulls as sharp jagged fangs rose from the mouth. Blood red eyes glowed forth from deep sockets.
"Look upon what is to become of those who resist my power." Hades coldly chuckled.
The demons gave a deafening screech that shook Matt to the bone. They Pounced on Napoleon who immediately began to avoiding their claws to little avail.
Matt looked back to Hades only to receive a flaming fist to his golden mask that sent him flying through a wall into Lillian's parents room. Matt stumbled to his feet and groaned in pain. He stumbled to the edge of the hole to see Napoleon avoiding the demands.
Napoleon ducked under ones claws and tacked it into the wall before leaping over the other only to be slashed in the back by its tail.
Napoleon roared in pain before diving down and sweeping the demons legs form under it. The demon crashed to the floor as the outer leaped onto napoleon clawing for his face. Green beams of energy blasted into its back and gave Napoleon time to throw it off.
Matt landed on the floor and only to be tackled by a demon that Matt still recognised as Mr Lair. He grabbed its arms, holding it back as it screeched. Matt shot green beams form his eyes blasting the daemon off and out the windows. It tumbled through the air before straightening out and lunged back in.
Matt leaped up and over the demon that quickly turned and flew back towards its target. Matt blasted it again shooting it from the air and crashing to the ground, unmoving with smoke rising from its chest where the beams hit.
Napoleon was having less luck with the outer. His black fur was clinging together with blood as swipe after swipe hit him. He dove under a swing of claws only to receive two clawed feet hitting his chest.
He flew back landing hard on the television witch crumpled under the force. He groaned in pain as the daemon dove for him. Napoleon quickly leaped to the side narrowly avoiding a fatal strike.
He swung back around and punched the demon in the face, quickly followed by more blows to the head and chest.
The daemon shrieked and tacked Napoleon to the floor and raised it claws to strike. Three green blasts knocked it off giving Napoleon time to grab its head and slammed it to the floor knocking the demon out cold.
Matt and Napoleon were panting, growing with pain and clenching there wounds. It was then something occurred to Matt.
"Where's Hades?" He shouted in alarm.
A loud scream of a young girl filled the room. Matt and Napoleon looked at each over in horror before sprinting towards the sound. Lillian's room.
Two young, bare feet sprinted across the hard, scorched earth. The owner's pants were fast and filled with fear and sadness. Her blond hair was a blood stain mess along with her torn white shirt that was now hades of black, yellow and crimson.
Tears fell from her eyes and onto the teddy bear that was clenched tight to her chest. She stopped and looked at the burning would around her. The skeletons of trees were consumed by ferocious and unrelenting fires. Thick black smoke filled the air. A Scorched mettle sign rose out of the ground with the words 'Welcome to Heatherfield' barely visible.
There was an inhuman shrieked from her right she turned and screamed at the sight of a burning dear stampeding towards her. She cried as she fell to the ground and raised her hands above her face only for the burning dear to leap over her and vanish into the smoke.
She continued to weep as she stumbled back to her feet. She didn't know what was happening or where her family was. All she knew was that this was her fault. She ran until she stumbled upon a horrific sight. One that smashed her already shattered heart.
A tangled mess off blood stained blond hair was sprawled across a blue, torn top with crimson waves from the blood of the body beneath and others. A long, purpled skirt was ripped and tattered over cut and bloodied legs with the remains of blue and green striped tights and knee high purple boots. A pair of broken and torn wings lay limp on her back.
She looked up at the young girl with a blood stained and tear-filled face. "Lillian?" She weakly asked.
"Cornelia!" Lillian screamed and began sprinting towards her sister.
"No! Run Lillian. Get out of her." Cornelia shrieked back. Lillian suddenly stopped as a burning tree fell between her and her sister.
"Cornelia!" She cried.
Through the smoke and flames behind her sister a large shadow of a man appeared. He was tall and brutish. Furs were draped around his waist and a leather strap warped around its bare, full-muscle, scared chest. But this wasn't a man as it had the head of a bull.
It snorted and growled as it approached. Large bloodshot eyes filled with anger and bloodlust stared deep into Cornelia. Its horns curved and rose from its head like a devil. But that wasn't the most frightening sight for Lillian. It was what dangled from the strap around its chest.
Four heads of teenaged girls, one with red hair, one with light brown, one was African-American and the last was Chinese, Will's, Irma's, Taranee's and Hay Lin's heads.
"Lillian! Run!" Cornelia screamed as she wept, looking into the eyes of the towering beast. It raised a large blood stained axe over Cornelia's head and mercilessly, without hesitation, swung it down.
"Nooo!" Hay Lin screamed as she shot up from her bead. She gasped for air. Sweet dripped from every pore of her skin. She shivered with fright and let out a small sob.
She rocked about in her bead for what seemed like an eternity trying to get the sight out of her head. "It was just a dream." She wisped to herself. "Was it just a dream?"
She jumped when her bedroom door slowly opened to revile her grandmother, Yan Lin, standing there with a sad yet horrified look on her face. "You saw it too?" She asked but she already knew the answer.
"W-w-what was t-that?" Hay Lin shivered out.
"I don't know, but whatever it is… It's not good." Yan Lin solemnly said. Just then both leaped up a fold suddenly opened in the room. Both air guardian's prepaid themselves for whatever may come through but relaxed as elderly woman with blond hair and dressed in blue robes stepped into the room.
"Halinor?" Yan Lin said in surprise at the sight of her old friend and former fire guardian.
"I'm sorry to disturb you two, but we may have a problem."