Chapter 11

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Max

"Come on now, Maxie," Ari's ugly face fills my vision. Cearbh's with him. He was the angel who accused me of treason before. I didn't know why he did, or why he felt like he had to, but I still hated him for it. I didn't mind so much I was guardian, but I hated depending on other people. I didn't like that I felt like I owed Fang. Cearbh was an angel of death back before the War. He carried people's souls to heaven, back when human souls were innocent. He used to be a friend of mine, but we were never close. During the War, I'd fought against him, but I couldn't ever bring myself to kill him, I don't know why. He looks at me now, his red eyes glowing. His wings are gone, just like Ari. Why would they ever give up their wings for this?

I glare at Ari, my voice is raw. This place is killing me, all the obsidian around, the sulfur, the black fire. I'm dying slowly and so is the rest of the Flock.

"Don't you want to see something?" Ari jeers, laughing at me.

I spit at his feet, I couldn't find my voice. Fang is off to the side, with Lissa curled up next to him. She stirs and wakes when Ari laughs. Suddenly, she recoils from the door, cowering from the demons. Fang notices and pulls her tighter against him. Fire rises in my throat. I don't even try to calm down. Hell is messing with my emotions. I'm more volatile.

Ari and Cearbh snatch me up from the cell, their harsh hands scratch at my skin. Hell has made them stronger than Heaven did. Hell made them learn endurance more than the softness and purity of Heaven. I try to fight them but I'm growing weaker here. I couldn't tell you how long I've been staring at an empty black wall. I haven't flown in what felt like an eternity.

They throw me into another black room. It's cold here, too cold. The air chills my blood. In seconds, every breath I take is white as Angel's wings. Then there is a laugh. It's unsettling and I'm scared. I shake my head in self-disgust; I've never been scared of anything in my life. Something appears out of the darkness. It looks like a light. I crawl towards it, still unused to moving. It feels warm. I wrap my hands around the small pin-prick of light.

All of a sudden, there is a cacophony of voices. There are black demons all around me, in the dim light, their obsidian knives flash. I try to fly up, but a demon catches me behind by my wings, holding up a spark of black fire to them, about to burn them off. I scream out loud. Why is there no one that can hear me? I kick them off but a sharp pain erupts underneath my skin. Then, I can't move. I'm frozen solid, but burning alive. The demons bring their knives down simultaneously and then I can run again. I sprint away, my legs working faster than they ever had in my lifetime. My wings flap and I'm up, then suddenly I'm struck back down. I see the Flock in front of me, struggling against the hold of an army of demons. Black flame, Hell's poison, Obsidian knives, all forms of weaponry that can kill an angel is held up against them. Fang's defiant face catches my eye. "Nooo!" I scream at them, throwing myself into the fray. I dodge arrows and daggers and swords swinging at me. I take an obsidian knife from a demon. The obsidian burns my palm but I slash at the demons holding the flock. The flock is free but they stand in front of me, their wings are gone. "Max," they say at the same time, "Come join us."

Fang

There is a demon in front of me; I pick up my sword, the one that I wielded during the War. It charges and so do I. I'll destroy it once and for all. I plunge the blade into the demon's chest. It disappears and out of nowhere Max lies in front of me, her brown eyes are blank. "Max?" I'm confused and steps towards her. She's dead. I killed her. I can almost see her accusing face animated, You murderer, you heartless murderer. "Max!"

Angel appears behind me, her innocent eyes glaring at me. I feel a fear I've never known. "You killed her, you killed her," she chants ominously and the rest of the Flock joins in. They chase me with their knives through the darkness. I fly up, and they join me, with an army of winged demons. They all bring down their blades at the same exact time. "You killed her." And their voices sound like laughter.

Max

They throw me back into the cell, roughly. My palms burned, there were cuts up and down my limbs from the Torture Cell. I felt like crying. Lissa is already in the cell. She never appeared to have left. She's sleeping. Nudge is crying with her arms around Angel. They had crystal tears streaking down their faces. I go to them and wrap my arms around them. "Did you guys see that, too?" I ask, my voice breaking. Nudge turns her face to me and I can see a dark cut on her face. She nods, "It was s-so horrible," she sobs. Angel keeps shaking her head and crying. She wouldn't speak.

They throw Gazzy back in, he lands at my feet. His blue eyes are blank. He didn't move, he didn't speak. They threw Iggy in next, he was shaking all over. I knew he was blind, so the thoughts must have been put in our heads. What had happened to us? All of a sudden, I was snatched out of the scene but all my bruises and cuts and burns were still there and I could feel each of them. My wings were sore.

Finally, Fang walks in. He sees me and crumples to the floor. "Fang!"

A/N- In this story fear of knives= needles. I have a morbid sense of humor, sorry I have brothers. Thanks for the review you guys. I feel like I have to explain myself now, so bear with me here.

Stargirl909- I appreciate your reviews, all 12 of them. The story isn't going to be exactly like the book, don't worry. Right now I'm trying to follow some parts of the book to keep the characters somewhat in character. I added Lissa in because I needed an extra character to play a part in the plot, and since Lissa was an actual character, I thought, hey! Why not? Don't worry I hate Mylan, too, but it adds more drama, don't you think? Anyways, just bear with me, it's not going to end like the book. This story is going to branch off from the book from here. We'll see… Mwahahahaha!

Tomgirl1313- No. Lissa doesn't have to be anything, but I'm not exactly to the part where I explain exactly what Lissa is. Just keep on reading, and looking for foreshadowing tips, a'ight?

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And… Arocksprpl2- No, you guessed right… boohoo. I don't know Arabic, it'd be awesome if I did. One of my closest friends for life knows Arabic, and she tried teaching it to me once, but I utterly failed. In my defense, I was only eleven at the time. Long story short, she never tried teaching me anything again…

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