All I wanted to do was binge Futurama and not have to go outside at all.

And then the murders began.

My phone rang, causing me to look away from the screen of Fry and Bender.

It was my friend, David. I groaned. Why can't people leave me alone? I picked up, still half watching the cartoon. "Yeah?" "I need help hiding the bodies." It took a moment foebrhat to sink in and his tone of voice.

He was serious and he caused me to pause my Netflix. "Wait a minute, not body as in there's only one but bodies as in plural?" ".....yes." "Shit." I started to get up as he started to rant and explain which I really didn't need. "David, shut up, just stay there, where are you?"

David had always been...well...unwell.

Unhinged.

He's been to four therapists in the last five years and each prescribed him with some medication or another. He's already attacked multiple people, he's been charged with aggravated assault twice and a third time he got let go because of the shoddy therapist he had at the time.

So that it's come to actual murder and hiding bodies is no surprise.

I've literally been waiting for this day to happen since I met him.

He told me the address and I drove there. I didn't bother speeding, it's not like there was anyone left to save. I felt mildly guilty but since we were both broken people I really didn't give a shit. Life handed us the short straw.

I got to the nice looking house, seeing him sitting in the living room, blood covered his hands and face, his clothing splattered.

He was a goddamn idiot.

I parked, going inside, trying to look as innocent as possible. Once inside the house I went to David in the large living room, ignoring the body of a middle aged man on the floor. David stood and I wasted no time.

I punched him. Not hard enough or break anything but enough to make sure he knows he's a fucking idiot.

He groaned. "What was that for?" I rolled my eyes. "What was that for? What the hell do you think? First you called me which we already agreed not to do in this situation, we text so we can delete it. Second, you're covered in blood sitting in front of the goddamn window! You better hope no one saw! Now what the Hell happened?"

He sighed, his arms coming around to hug himself. "They mocked me. They said they would help. It they only made fun of me, called me names. Talked to me like I was stupid. The wife is upstairs. She was the worst. " I shook my head. As someone who could be unhinged as well and broken I can understand his motivation but at the same time I wasn't sure if I felt bad. If they really were as bad as he said then let the fuckers rot but I'll never know if he's exaggerating from his own psychosis.

"Well, we got some cleaning to do."

I can't do this. I can't.

Of all days, of all the many, unimportant, mundane days to chose from, it was today.

My fucking wedding and I'm stuck in the changing room like a stage frightened little child. I couldn't calm down. This was a huge thing. Living your entire life with someone. Sharing everything. It was terrifying and everything was coming down and I couldn't breath right and the tears won't stop and I feel awful cause it's probably messing my make up, smearing it this way and that.

But I had to do something.

There are people out there, waiting for me. Waiting for my answer.

Oh god.

I had to get myself under control.

Damnit. This was my best friends wedding, I can't be seen like this. I hid in the bathroom stall of the ladies room, making sure my gaudy pink, bridesmaid dress didn't get caught on anything or get dipped on the toilet water.

I sucked in a breath, doing my best to stave off the tears, to block and repress any emotion but it wasn't happening. Repressing this was like repressing a hurricane.

A sob escaped me. I quickly covered my mouth, trying so hard to be quiet in my misery.

Ever since darling Betty got engaged my emotions took a nose dive. I tried to be happy. I was happy but not as happy as she thought I was.

Perhaps her engagement made me realize I may never find someone, I may never have the wonderful life she had.

I'm thirty-two, single and living in an apartment paycheck to paycheck while she managed to snag herself a lawyer. Maybe it was the contrast of our situations. Whatever the reason I've slowly been falling into a depression I tried to hard to block.

I put a mask on each day and smiled and laughed like a normal person.

"Jess? You in here?" I swallowed the lump I. My threat and answered as clear as I could without my voice giving me and my emotions away. She didn't need this in her big day. "Yeah, just something disagreed with me." "You sure? You sound off." Damn, a new batch of tears welled up. "I'm f-fine Betty. Really." My voice broke, shit. She was bound to investigate. I saw the back and fourth of her white dress on the floor as she walked closer. "Your not fine. I can tell. You can't lie to me jess."

I sucked in a breath. "You don't need this, not today. Please, just go back and enjoy yourself." "Not until you tell me what's wrong." "They'll wonder where you went." "I don't care. It's my wedding, I can do what I want and what I wan is you to talk to me. I know your not fine."

I unlocked the stall door and let it sway open naturally. She helped it by pushing it gently out of the way. Her face softened with worry when she saw me. I must look like a miserable mess while she looks like a princess from a story book. She held her hand out to me. I cried once more before taking her hand, letting her help me up and hug me tightly. I suddenly felt safe, like I had an umbrella for this misery I've gotten myself into. I cried into her shoulder and she let me. Not caring if I got tears and runny mascara on her dress, not caring I'm taking her away from her perfect day. She simply held me and let me cry.

Once I calmed, she pushed a curl away fro. My face. She spoke. "I can get you the keys to a room if you like." I snuggled. "Thanks." "And then after this we're talking." I dreaded it but I at least knew I had the rope to climb out of this depression, now hopefully I can use it.

"Sarah! Stop! It doesn't have to be this way!" Sarah didn't care. She didn't give a fuck what her boyfriend had to say as she used her powers to throw a nearby knife at him. He managed to dodge it, using his own super speed, if he didn't, he'd have a pretty bad chest wound.

She growled as she spoke, seeming as though many of her were speaking at once as she levitated. "There is no stopping me. It was always going to come to this. I have to do this." She started to generate a red orb in her hand, throbbing with power. He felt a chill of terror go thru him.

She really was going to destroy the world. "Why? Please? There still so much good! You don't have to do this! We can help you!" "You?! You and your precious government that want to lock me away in a cell! Want to lock all of us away! As soon as someone is just a little too powerful than them they watch them and then they take them. I won't be like them. The world hasn't done anything for me. All it had brought is pain and agony for me and those I thought close to me." Her eyes watered, her heart still tugging at the sight of her boyfriend who was bathed in the red glow of the growing orb. It was as big as a small boulder now.

She continued. "What has the world ever done for you?" He looked her right in the eye. "It brought me to you. I love you. I love you so much." His voice caught. "I don't care what you've become. I just want my Sarah back." She seemed taken aback by that, sucking in a breath, letting the words sink in but it was just enough time to use his speed and tackle her, the red orb dissolving from her hand from the loss of power.

She screeched, shoving him away with the force of her powers. She roared, levitating above him as he lay on the ground, staring in horror. "How dare you trick me!" And with a quick flick of her wrist she twisted his neck, ending his life quickly.

It was silent for a moment before she realized what she had done, staring at the body. She sucked in a breath, staring at her hands. "Oh god... I'm a monster." She didn't know what to do now. Without him to bounce her voice off of, without him to rival her, destroying the world seemed fruitless. Disappointing almost. There was no one to hold it over or gloat. No one to become terrified in her power. Just her and the silence of the room.

She sobbed, wailing her pain, causing her powers to become out of control, causing shockwaves to quake her lair to rubble.

It was hours later she was dug up by a rescue team. She didn't fight them. She didn't resist police. She didn't struggle as they placed special cuffs on her wrists to severely cut off her powers and she didn't cry when they placed her in the special super powered cell.

She felt nothing.

All the powers in the world and it couldn't bring her what she truly wanted: relief.

The sound of the judges hammer coming down was like a punch to my face.

Iv been sentenced to death.

For the murders and rape of five children.

But I didn't do it.

But nothing I say can make them believe me.

I've been labeled a pedophile and as soon as fingers were pointed at someone who looked remotely like the real bad guy it was a shut case. They say thereʼs evidence but I know there canʼt be. I didnʼt do it.

I was framed.

I had to be.

But for the very literal life of me I donʼt know who would want to frame me.

As they walked me out of the courtroom I saw my wifeʼs face for the last time. She looked disgusted and horrified. Even she doesnʼt believe me. I couldnʼt take it.

I turned, going over to her quickly. She hid out six year old daughter under her arm. “Please, Lisa, I didnʼt do this. You know me. I couldnʼt have done this." I was crying. I was so desperate. She glared, her own eyes watery. "I thought I knew you. Now Iʼm not so sure." I went to grab her shoulders when the guard grabbed me, dragging me away. I cried. "I didnʼt do it! You have to believe me! I didnʼt do this! Lisa!"

But my plea fell on deaf ears as I dragged outside to the police cruiser. I tried to hide from the protesters and camera flashes. Once I was shoved into the back seat I wanted to sob. I wanted to cry and beg but I was in such shock. I could only stare at my handcuffs.

Once we got to the prison everything was taken from me.

My cloths, my phone, even my cigarettes. I was washed and given my prison orange jumpsuit and put into a cell.

Once I was alone with my thoughts, the tears started. My throat closed up and my chest constricted. I canʼt believe this is happening. Iʼm never going to see my wife and daughter again. Worse,there last thought of me is of a pedophile rapist murderer.

My death is one week from today.

I did the only thing I could.

I prayed.

I prayed so hard and so often for anything that may free me.

But he never answered me.

A week has come and gone and now as I lay on my tiny cot, they let a priest inside. I sat up, staring at him. He was older, with graying hair and a sad smile. Bible and rosary beads in hand.

"Hello my son." I swallowed down the growing lump in my throat. "Hello father." The presit sat across from me on the chair provided for him. He went to open his bible when I blurted out. "Why hasnʼt he answered me?" The priest looked up, urging me silently to go on. I spoke so fast, the tears wouldnʼt stop. I was so very terrified to die. "I've been praying day in and day out, I've been praying with all my might and my soul to be saved from here. But he hasnʼt answered. Please, I didnʼt do anything. I didnʼt kill and rape those kids." I hiccuped, taking in a few deep breaths. The priest waited til I calmed down to speak.

"Well, if you are truly innocent of this crime then perhaps you are here for a reason." "Reason?! Iʼm gonna die! My wife thinks Iʼm a child murdering rapist!" The priest nodded, not at all phased by my raised voice. "Perhaps that reason is to show the injustices that happen. If you are truly innocent of this crime you will be welcomed into heaven with open arms. Then later the killing may start again, poor children will be dead and violated and they will realize too late that they sentenced the wrong man to death. They will have that guilt on them the rest of their lives while you will be at peace."

I sucked in a breath. "I want to see my wife again. I want to see my daughter." The priest stood up. "I am sorry my son. I shall start reading you you're rites."

I closed my eyes, praying once more. Hoping for a miracle. But all I can do is mourn. Mourn for the loss of my own life. Mourn the loss of my wife and daughter that I will never see again. Mourn my job, my friends.

Guards came in and escorted me down the hall. The priest still quietly speaking and chanting behind me. I was prepared for the injection and soon was sitting on the chair they had set up. A doctor swabbed an area. I spoke. "Will this hurt?" "No. it'll be like going to sleep." "Will you walk me though it?" The doctor looked at me. I trembled. "Please. Iʼm so scared." The doctor nodded. "No problem. Any last words." I shook my head. "No. just…just tell my wife and daughter I love them. I'll always love them." He nodded. A few more officers came in, nodding to start the process.

The doctor started speaking to me. "I am starting the..” He spoke smoothly. Like it wasn'tʼhis first time talking a patient thru a procedure. I felt it take effect. I felt sleepy and peaceful almost. Then couldn'tʼkeep my eyes open. I fell asleep. And you know what I found out?

The priest was right.

Thanks. Il make sure to have the rent in on time." My new landlord nodded, handing my the keys from her bony hand. I went to take the keys she was handing me when she held my hand so painfully tight. It startled me and then she spoke low. As if someone was listening. "Do not go into the basement. " I had no idea what to say but she continued. "It is off limits. No matter what happens promise you will not go into that basement. It is locked for a reason." "Yes. Yes, I promise." I said quickly. My hand was hurting so bad. She spoke again. "You may do whatever you like but do not go into the basement." "I promise I won't. Really.” The older woman let go of my hand, walking away.

God that was strange.

And kinda terrifying.

I went up the stairs to my new rental house. I had a lot of unpacking to do. While I was unpacking plates and cups I heard it.

A noise. A small thump from the basement, as if something fell. I felt the urge to look but I had to listen.

Do not go into the basement

But as the day went on the thumps continued. Some loud. Some small. Some thunderous.

I ignored it all.

At least until the screaming. I bolted out of bed and grabbed my phone, quickly calling the police on instinct.

"911, what is your emergency?" I paved near the basement door in the small kitchen. "Yes, I've kissed moved into this house I'm renting and I've been told to not go into the basement, under any circumstance." "Man, what does-" "please, I hear screaming. I've been hearing thumps from there all day." "What's your address mam?" I found the paper that had it written on it, since I have yet to live here long enough to memorize it. I read it off to the dispatch. "Thank you, someone is on there way."

About ten minutes later a police cruiser pulled in front of the house. I ran and opend the door. He was larger, a little pudgy but could probably take anyone in a fight. "What's the trouble mam?" I showed him the basement. "Here. I've been hearing thumping all day then while I was sleeping I got woken up by screaming. I would have checked but I was told not to by the landlord." The officer nodded, getting his flashlight out. "I can check it out. Stay here."

He opens the door, starting to go down the stairs, disappearing into the darkness with only his flashlight to guide him.

It felt like hours before he came back up, turning his flash light off. "Sorry mam, I didn't see anything or anyone. Do you have any history of psychiatric problems?" I shook my head, sighing. "No." the officer nodded. "I don't always give this kind of advice but if you think you legitimately heard screaming and thumping, maybe look into a paranormal team to see if they find anything." I nodded. "Thank you, I might do that if it continues." He nodded. "You have a good rest of your night mam."

He left and the thumping continued. I tried to sleep and then I heard growling. Like something was angry. I did my best to ignore it.

The next day I looked into paranormal teams and they came out a few days later and found nothing. No EVPs or pictures. No unusual interference. Nothing.

I didn't know what to do. So finally I decided I'm moving out.

The day before move out I kept looking at the basement, wondering what's in there. I stopped packing a box and went there, opening the door and walking down into the darkness, feeling for a light switch.

I couldn't find one. "Shit." I cursed, getting my phone out and using its flashlight instead. When I suddenly had to move, holding on to the railing because there was no floor.

Where floor should be was an abyss. Dark and threatening to swallow me.

Oh god.

I'm so terrified of heights. And there was almost nothing to hold on to. I turned to run up the stairs, my heart beating so he's it felt like it might burst out of my chest.

I didn't get one step before I felt an invisible presence push me. I swore I felt my heart stop beating, my lungs stopped from the sheer icy terror going though me.

Then I heard screaming and felt cold wind around me. It was the screams from the other night.

They were my screams

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Her parents were sobbing outside the house, watching thee baby girl get escorted out in a body bag. The EMTs asked about her injuries, if she had any disorders that would cause this.

Her mother shook her head, wiping tears away. "No. she was always afraid of heights." The officer next to the EMT nodded sadly. Her body was found as if she fell off the Golden Gate Bridge. Crushed and bruised and broken. And this isn't the only odd death at this house. The first was a drowning. There biggest fear was water and drowning. The second got stung to death by yellow jackets. The biggest fear was insects and bees. The victim lost continues with no leads or explanation.

Her day wasn't anything out of the normal. She woke up at 7am, got ready for work, ate a quick breakfast and went to work.

Eight hours later around 4pm she came home, made dinner and relaxed with some TV. Even made herself a glass of wine. It was her day off tomorrow. She could get as wasted as she wants. But right now reruns of Star Trek are calling her name.

That night when she went to sleep after binge watching a season of Star Trek she had the most particular dream. She dreamed a girl came to her front door, holding her wounded shoulder and asking to be let in. Something felt off about the dream. Not quite a nightmare but not a wonderful dream either.

She put the dream out of her mind.

Until later, late at night while she was watching TV there was a knock on her door. She looked at the time.

11:45pm.

Who would be at the door at this hour? She got up, unlocking the door. When she opened it, putting the porch light on. She felt her heart stop.

There was the girl from her not nightmare. Small, wounded and bleeding shoulder and looking weak. Her hair hid most of her face as she clutched her shoulder. "Please...help. Let me in. I just need help."

But her senses told her to run. Run far away from this girl because she was bad news. She let out a shaking breath. "Just a moment." She closed the door, locking it and getting her phone off the couch, calling 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" She spoke quickly. Fear getting the better of her. "Yes, I need the police." "Your reason?" "I think someone is trying to break in my house. This sounds stupid but I had a dream about a girl, her shoulder was wounded and she asked to be let in. And now there's a girl at my door with a wounded shoulder asking to be let in. I'm sorry, I'm so freaked out right now." "Do you have any friends who prank?" "No. I'm a loner. I keep to myself-" she was cut off by pounding from her door. There loud, aggressive, knocks.

She jumped. "Oh god, did you hear that?" "Hear what miss?" Her voice started shaking. "She's pounding at the door. I...I don't know what to do." "Mam, police are on there way. Just stay on the line."

She took in a shaking breath when the pounding got worse. Nearly breaking the door and the girls voice was nearly screaming.

"Let me in! Let me in" let me in!"

The girl outside screamed, nearly breaking the door with her fists. The woman dropped her phone, running from the door and getting her gun that she keeps for home protection. She got the gun and hid underneath the kitchen table which wasn't far from the front door in her apartment.

The pounding kept m getting louder and the screaming piercing. Until the noise was replaced with the wood of the door splintering and falling to the ground.

The woman under the table tried not to cry in fear as she saw this girl step in though the hole where the door used to be.

She had her gun ready and cocked but the girl was quicker. She appeared in front of the woman within a second, making her jump and scream.

She got out from under the table, holding her gun as steady as possible. The girl was bleeding from her shoulder but her hair still hid most of her face but what it didn't terrifying. Her skin was dark, like that of a corpse. Her eye red as she reached out to the woman.

The woman sobbed, terrified and before the girl could make a move she got her gun, emptying the entire magazine into this girl.

But she didn't move.

She didn't flinch.

She didn't bleed.

The woman heard the sound of sirens outside and saw the red and blue lights.

But that was her last memory before the girl attacked.

What the police came into was nothing short of disturbing. There was blood all over the kitchen, the body thin, pale and appears to have been drained. The one officer spoke into his shoulder. "Dispatch, send back up. We got another."

Dawn was a girl, no older than seventeen when her father as diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her mother was distraught with fear and grief. Her little brother barely a clue of what was happening, being only on the verge of three. He only knew his mother was sad and that he should be sad to.

But that was alright. Dawn was positive her father would get the treatment he needed and this will all be just a rough patch. she had to be their rock in this storm. She was terrified she would lose her best friend. Her father but she kept a smile on saying "everything will be fine. You'll see."

But treatments turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months and months turned to years. The cancer was aggressive and the treatments were not helping. The cancer was only getting worse.

Until Finally her father decided he no longer wanted treatment. If he were to die, he wants to do so feeling more like himself. Not this shell of a man he once was.

Her mother cried and she tried to talk him out of it. "The treatment will help. You'll see." But he was stubborn and refused any treatment. Only taking morphine for the pain.

A week later he passed in his sleep with his family by his side. Her mother sobbed at his bedside but dawn had to take care of her baby brother. He shouldn't be around this.

Once in the hall he asked. "Why mommy crying?" Dawns blue eyes filled with tears as she spoke. "Well...daddy isn't coming back home." Her baby brother seemed disappointed. "Oh." He said, looking to the ground. She just held him and hid her tears. She was strong. She had to be.

Then the bills came. The hospital bills were bad but the funeral cost was the worst. The money being needed almost right away. Her mother got on food stamps to help out all the bills but even then it wasn't enough.

So Dawn got a job as a waitress at a diner down the road. It was within walking distance and she got lots of tips. Her mother, after the loss of her husband became depressed and unable to do much. Dawn was hopeful she would come out of it. That she just needed time.

But until that time the bills were on her.

She felt so angry at her mother. So annoyed. So incredibly helpless. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry and sob and wail and grieve but she couldn't. She had to be strong. She stayed positive at home. Always trying to get her mother to smile or manage to go out to eat after a particularly good payday. But nothing seemed to work.

Until one day her mother started to do house work. Started taking care of her son and helping her daughter and looking for jobs. Dawn smiled her first real smile in a long time.

Then her mother even felt good enough to date. Dawn was thrilled. They both knew know one could replace what was lost but it was good for her to look and seek comfort and social activity.

Then one day she brought a man home. His name was David. He was fairly attractive and had a bad boy type of look but seemed amazing.

Still, something was off with him. Dawn could read people very well and this man didn't rub her the right away. In fact it was telling her to run away from him.

She she saw how he made her mother laugh and excused her feelings. Maybe it was because he was new. Maybe it was because subconsciously he was replacing her father. But she ignored all that and let her mother be happy.

David was there more and more often. And slowly his true colors shown. He became more controlling. Telling her baby brother he can only play with certain toys and telling Dawn what to wear but he was the worst with her mother. He told her who she could and couldn't see. What she could wear. What she should watch.

And if she wouldn't listen she'd be backhanded for it. Dawn tried to stop him but he was so much bigger than her. So much stronger and he shoved her to the ground, kicking her several times before her mother would cry out "stop hurting her!" And her poor baby brother would cry in the corner, terrified and helpless.

Her mother started fighting back more. And he got worse. She couldn't sleep. the noise and the sound of broken glass filled the air. Wails of pain following. She would try to cover her ears but it echoed. Finally she went to her brothers room and saw he was awake and crying in his crib. She picked him up, holding him and rocking him and trying to comfort him the best she could over the sound of terror.

It went on like that for weeks until one night he was though playing games. He had a gun and had a little too much to drink and was so done with this family. Her mother instructed Dawn to take her brother and leave. Call the police but please don't let him see you.

She took her brother and cell phone and very carefully climbed down the roof with her baby brother on her back.

Once on the ground safely she heard a gun shot and a pained scream. David's cursing and screaming followed. Dawn ran and hid behind the alley, calling the police.

But David was gone by the time police arrived. EMTs took her mother out of the house on a stretcher and Dawn was filled with worry and fear. She couldn't lose another parent. She couldn't handle all of these bills and responsibility alone.

Her and her brother were looked over and were overall alright, just shaken up.

Then at the hospital the doctor pulled her aside after waiting three hours for any kind of answer. "I'm afraid your mother will never walk again. " the doctor told her.

David shot her mother in the lower back, severing the spinal cord in half.

Dawn wasn't sure what to think.

Dawn wanted answers. She wanted justice. She told the cops who it was that did this.

Three days later he managed to slip though the justice system on a technicality.

Dawn wanted revenge. She wanted to feel David's blood on her hands. She wanted to play with his insides and make him watch as he begs for mercy.

But murder is against the law, no matter how Nobel your intentions.

So she bottles it up. She tucked away her vengeance and hatred of David and the justice system. Along with her grief and sadness and anger and fear. She bottled it all up and hid it with a smile.

She almost forgot about them months down the road. But it was there. Waiting and burning like a volcano.

Until one day while at work she is visited by three shadowy figures. She dropped her tray of coffee, being startled by them. Suddenly everything was darker around her. Not pitch black but almost.

"Who....who are you? What's happening?" She spoke up quietly. Terrified that death has come for her. They spoke. "We are guardian angels. We have been watching you and many others like you. " she swallowed the lump in her throat. "Why? What do you want with me? You don't look like guardian angels. You look like demons." "True. We do not appear angelic for we have fallen. We are the Guardian angels who can't sit back anymore while there human is being hurt. While their humans get injustice. We give them the power to fight back and take what is theirs. It is time for you to take your vengeance."

And suddenly a black force nearly made her fall over, shoving into her body, enveloping her in a dark mist. She felt power coursing though her. Her blood pumped faster, her muscles so much stronger.

When the mist cleared she wore a flowing dress of black and her hair of darkest night. The bottle of her mind was smashed and all the hatred and vengeance came out. She growled. "Take me to David Smith." "You can do so all on your own. Just think of the person who deserves of your hatred and you will appear there."

Dawn closed her eyes, thinking of David. The charming bad boy that was hiding a monster. Then she heard a girlish scream and opened her eyes. There was David, sprawled on a recliner, now attempting to run away from the darkness before him.

She didn't even feel herself walking. She was floating as he begged. "Please, please don't take me. I'm too young to die." "Oh I'm not death." He was shaking. "Your not?" She smirked. "No. I'm worse."

She attacked him. Biting his neck first. Relishing in the fear and blood in her mouth. He screamed and tried to fight back but this Time he was the weak one. The prey.

She pulled away to show bright red on pale skin with dark eyes never leaving his as her hand traveled lower. He panicked, trying to get away but her other hand pinned him to the wall by his bloody neck. Not quite strangling but enough to keep him from moving too much.

Until she grabbed his flaccid penis and ripped it from his body. He screamed in pain as the weak organ was ripped from him. She grinned. Yes. He was terrified. He was in agony. She stood up with the penis in hand. Showing it to him. "Poor thing didn't stand a chance." He sobbed, now laying on the ground, holding his area where his one is once was. "W-why are you doing this?" She brought a heeled shoe to his gut with a growl. "Why? What have you done to deserve this? Oh I think you know. " he shook his head and the sobbing subsided for now. He was going into shock. "Please...what did I do..." She bent down close to his face, digging her heel into his gut, feeling the squish of blood. He gasped in pain. She growled. "My mother will never walk again after what you did to her." Realization dawned on him. His eyes widened. He knew he wasn't getting out of this alive. "Oh you remember now? And you remember how you got out of it on a technicality. Your not getting out of it. Not this time." She moved her hand, making sure her hand was pointed before stabbing her hand into his gut wound. He screamed, only able to watch as she moved his insides around, looking for something in particular.

She grinned when she found it. Pulling out his spine though his stomach,letting him see the fragile thing for a moment before breaking it in half like it was bread.

He started gagging, unable to move his legs before she took his heart in her hand and crushed it. Leaving him dead and her bloody.

When the deed was done she calmed and thought of home. She appeared in her bedroom. She got a look of herself in the mirror and gasped. Swallowing back terror. Her hair was long and black and had sticky blood in some spots. Her hands were covered and her mouth glaring red. She willed herself to change back to herself. Not this demon.

She did but the blood was still there. She ran into the shower, cloths on, not caring about her cloths as she scrubbed her hands and face raw. The she heard a voice in her head.

Now you have the power.

You will never be weak again.

No loved one of yours will ever suffer again.

She started hyperventilating. "I don't want this . I don't want this." But It didn't change the fact she had demon like powers that she could bring out at a moments notice.

She had so many questions.

And no answers.

Maybe when she goes to sleep this will all just be a nightmare.

I got my keys out to unlock my apartment door, wrangling grocery bags as well. It was taco night. my best friend of two years and roommate, Rebecca. Tacos are her favorite and I wanted to make some to surprise her.

Totally not because I'm feeling lazy.

I unlocked the door, going inside. I didn't see Becky right away as I walked to the small kitchen area. "Beck, I'm home!" I started to unpack the bags when my chest felt like I got bitten by something big and a shot echoed around me.

I gasped, leaning weakly on the counter for support, seeing the blood splatter in front of me, on the yellow wall and microwave. I was gasping for air. Shit, It must have a punctured lung. I turned, seeing Becky with a gun in her hand, watching me bleed.

I shook my head in shock. She couldn't have.

She wouldn't. She was my best friend. "H-how...could..." A deep, shaky breath in. Oh god it hurt so much. I could feel the blood seeping though my hand like melted snow. I was weeping now.

She walked closer. Gun still in hand. "Oh poor princess wants to know why? I think you know." She shot at my knee, making it shatter and tear. I fell like a sack of bricks, crying out in agony. I was trying to sob and cry so bad but my limited air capacity made it difficult so it just came out as wheezing heaves of air. "W-Why? You were m-my f-f-friend..." I wanted to throw up. This was all too much. The smell of blood was everywhere, engulfing me.

She smirked. "Yeah. Was." Then she lifted the gun,aiming. I thought she was going to go in for the kill and be done with it. But she shot my other lung, making me gasp in pain, starting to suffocate, slowly as my lungs filled with blood.

Blood was filling my mouth as I could do nothing but lay on the floor, gaping like a fish. I managed to wheeze out. "Why....don't you just..kill me?" "Oh sweetheart, that would be too easy. I want to watch the life leave your pretty little eyes. " the tears wouldn't stop and I couldn't sob. I could only gasp on breaths of blood.

To be honest, the betrayal of my best friend of two years hurts more than her bullets. Finally my eyes started to black out but the last image I saw was of her smiling, gleefully as she watched me die.

I don't think I've ever been more hurt or more terrified.

It was just another night watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, popcorn in my lap when suddenly there was a bright, red light, startling me off the couch with a cry. My popcorn flying everywhere.

I caught my breath, looking. I rolled my eyes. "You again." He just smiled his charming smile. Dark hair slicked and his black suit and red tie styled to perfection. "That's the hello I get?" I stood up, smoothing out my nightgown. My dark curls going into my face as I smoothed my hair as well. "It'd be more welcome had you knocked on the door like a regular person not just popping up in my house suddenly."

He just turned looking at the TV while I started cleaning up the popcorn. "Oh Buffy. Did you get to-" I turned it off quickly, glaring at him. "Spoil anything and you get no help." He smirked. "And why do you think I need help?" I just gave him a blank stare. He cleared his throat. "Yes. Well. I won't be long. I've come for some advice." "Your Satan. The devil. Beelzebub and your coming to a human for advice." "Well I can't go to my fellow immortals, they'd laugh at me." I sighed, crossing my arms. "What is it?"

He seemed to shrink when he spoke. "I think I've fallen in love." He paused. "With an angel." I sat on the couch. This was heavy. "Isn't that, like...forbidden?" "Oh very." I shook my head with a small chuckle. "Well you got yourself fucked." He rolled his eyes, sitting on the couch with me. "Thank you for starting the obvious." "So how'd you meet?" "He's a-" "Wait! A he?" He just nodded. "Yes. If your done being shocked that an immortal being has more then one sexual preference may I continue?" I rolled my eyes. "So much sass. Yes. Continue."

"As I was saying. He's one of the Angels that brings the judged to damnation. We meet each other rather regularly. After he's done We'l have lunch and chat even though he's really not allowed to stay longer than necessary. He does so anyway." I smiled. "Sounds like he likes you to. What's his name?" "Samael."

I sighed. "I don't know what you want me to tell you. I'm just a human. I've never had to deal with immortality and being forbidden and this is all really heavy." "I know. I just needed someone to talk to. Like I said, the others would laugh and judge and I can't have Samael getting word of this. Not right now. Maybe not ever." I let out a breath, running my hands though my hair. "You know I'm always here to talk but next time knock on the fucking door. Now help me clean up this popcorn and tell me more about your Sam."