Chapter Sixty Eight

"Looks like we got our Catch of the Day," Dean said.

Sam held up Abaddon's head. "Yeah. You got that right."

...

I was worried about myself. When I wasn't fighting, I was in my room, moping. I usually don't wallop in self pity, and it wasn't exactly self pity, much more like self worry. I didn't eat in the mess hall anymore. I'd get my food and resort back to my tent.

Even when I was with Loki, I still wasn't that…attentive.

I wasn't worried about the war that much. Now that we had the angels, we were winning more and more battles. The other army was trying to keep up, but was failing.

Haha.

Me, on the other hand…not so sure about it.

I was changing. I don't think that I'm the same person that I used to be, and this war was definitely the reason.

But that person was still here. I won't let that person leave, and it will forever be infused inside of me. I won't allow this war to completely change me. I'll allow a few exceptions. It might be good to get some information and some skills from this. But I won't let this turn me into a cold blooded killer. I won't let it take away my humanity.

And I won't let it take away me.

But the fact that I still care about this…that has to mean something.

That has to mean that I am still somewhat the same.

That the part of me, the old me, that wouldn't like what was happening, was still there.

That I was still, mainly, thinking like her.

Because I am her, and I won't let her – I won't let me leave.

...

"Hey," Dean said, entering my tent. "We have a prisoner."

"Really?" I asked. "Who?"

"Abaddon."

...

We entered our torture chamber. We haven't used it much – we kill more than we take Prisoners of War.

Abaddon sat in the middle of the room. There was a devils trap under her. The boys had shot her with one of the bullets that stopped her from escaping her body. After that, Cas had sealed up the wound, trapping the bullet inside her.

I should also probably mention that both her hands were cut off.

"Oh," Abaddon said, once I walked through the front of the tent. "So you're the famous Rissa. I've heard a lot about you."

"Really?" I asked. "Impress me."

"The Girl Who Knew Too Much," Abaddon sneered. "The Girl Who Lead The War. The girl who War has aged, but is still such a child inside. You scared, girly?"

Damn, she hit the nail on the head. Don't show it, don't show it, I thought. "That's all you got?" I asked.

"Not really. Though I must complement you. If we weren't on opposite sides, I just might admire you," Abaddon said. Crazy bitch.

"Girl power?" I asked. "But really? That's it?"

She smiled, and I felt shivers down to my bone. A smile like that…

"No, that's not it," she said. "But something is coming. And an attack that will wipe you all out." She gave a crazy laugh. "I've heard so much about you. So, so much, from the girl behind the wings. The one running the show."

"What about her?" I asked eagerly. My heart sped up. Would we finally learn who the person in charge was? And how did she know so much about me?

Abaddon smiled again, and said slowly, "Isabelle says hi."

...

No. No, no no. No, I, no no no no no no no no no no no no no.

I… I….

"You lie," I yelled, whipping out my sword that I always keep sheathed on my back.

Her smile grew wider. "Why would I do that, when the truth is so much better?"

"NO!" I screamed, and shoved my sword at her chest. It went through her body and hit the back of the chair she was sitting in.

Her body flickered, and she died.

"Rissa?" Sam asked. "How were you able to kill her?"

I looked up. I was crying. Now I understood what Cas had kept from me. But I don't even think that he knew the extent of what was happening. "Yes?" I whispered.

"How were you able to kill Abaddon?" Sam asked.

At first I was confused. But then I remembered: Abaddon was a Knight of Hell. She couldn't be killed with ordinary weapons. I looked at my sword with a new light.

"I don't know," I said. "I always figured that one of you two magicked my sword so that it would be able to kill demons. But if you didn't do it, then who did?"

"I think we have a more pressing issue," Sherlock said. He looked at me. "An attack is coming. And Rissa. Who is Isabelle?"

Everyone in the room turned and looked at me. I closed my eyes. And I quietly said, "She's my sister."

It wasn't until later that I realized how I had killed Abaddon. And the truth was, it was so, so easy.

I wonder if Isabelle had rubbed off on me. Or if the war had changed me this much.

Or if I had always been like this.

...

Ohh, looks like the secret's out, Isabelle!

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