Hell, again. Well what was I expecting? Oh yeah, not to be here. Again.
“Chaos?” asked each and everyone who greeted me on the way to a cell. Magically, they each managed to have a different inflection to it. Some were shocked. Some were outraged. Some were – confused.
I just hoped no one noticed that I was wearing oink socks with rubber duckies on them. They had been Aaliyah’s lucky socks and I’d stolen them the other day. Now they were brown and icky but hey – the sparkling rubber ducks still showed through, partly because they were tenacious little buggers.
I was not so tenacious.
“Why don’t you just let me go?” I whined for the umpteenth time to the angels who were herding me like I was hazardous material.
“Won’t he shut up?” I heard one in the back mutter.
I turned around, raising my voice, deciding to be as obnoxious as I could be. “Actually, I can, but I won’t, because I just so happen to have better things in life to do! You know, like rescue the person I’m looking for!”
I was now walking backwards, yelling at the emotionless and vizored helmets that were marching me on. So I didn’t notice when I walked backwards into a cell. Just that the door banged shut in my face.
“Good riddance,” another angel sighed as several others groaned in relief.
“If my friend’s hurt – It’s all your fault!” I shrieked, kicking at the grilled door. It rattled but did no such thing as break. Fuming, I turned and paced my cell.
It was a tiny cell, about the size of a king sized bed, with a tiny cot squished against the wall, and a bucket as facilities. Oh, and there were no real walls, just a grid of metal that seperated me from my other cellmates. Which, by the way, were all staring at me.
“What?” I yelled, flapping my arms.
“Chaos?” asked a voice to my right.
I spun, baring my teeth. “Yeah?” I snapped.
There was a woman in what must have been fetish gear lounging against the wall. There were chokers, spikes, leather, and high heels of doom, and she had a shaved head and tattoos on it. Her skin was so dark she seemed to fade into the shadows. Well, I chose who to pick a fight with.
“Name’s Ysolda,” she drawled, and I saw the itty bitty little tips of fangs in her mouth. A vampire. Great. “I remember you.”
“Well I don’t remember you,” I huffed.
She laughed. “I was one of Bella’s right hands.” Snapping her fingers she made a cigarette appear, already lit and smoking. She took a drag, blew out some smoke, then added. “Is it true you murdered her?”
“Of course not!” I snapped, my heart breaking a little bit. “Why would I do such a thing?”
The woman, vampire, shrugged, still smoking. “I didn’t think it made any sense, you murdering her.”
I did a double take. “Really?” Someone believed me! Maybe I liked this woman after all…
She nodded. “You were the only one dumb enough to like Bella. Maybe you even loved her.”
I gaped. Love – but – “What do you mean?” I squawked, turning red in the face with indignation. Offensed! I was offensed!
“Well,” Ysolda laughed. “Come on, kid. You were nuts about her. The rest of us were just trying to get by but you-” she shook her head. “You took the cake.” She smoked some more. I put my back to her and sat down on my cot, knees drawn up to my chest.
“You got no shoes?” she asked.
“What about it?” I grumbled, glancing sideways at her. She shook her head.
“Life’s been that hard, uh? I was wondering what you’d be doing with yourself. Where’d you go to?”
I shut my mouth. Then I decided it couldn’t hurt to talk just a little. “Somewhere nice,” I said flatly. “But now all my friends are in trouble.”
“Those kinds of friends always are in trouble,” Ysolda said wisely. “You should pick a better crowd to hang with.”
I scowled at her. “And you? Why are you here? Not supporting Lucifer?”
She rolled her eyes. “We’re not all in the same boat. But,” she shook her head. “That ship sailed a while ago.”
I wasn’t sure I understood that metaphor, but okay. She was here, and so was I. Silence settled between us. I looked up at the ceiling, which was gridded too. Time ticked by.
“Hey, here,” she offered a cigarette between us. It was a fresh one, newly burning.
At first I thought no, my dad would flip – but that bridge was burnt. So I accepted it. “How’d you do that?” I asked, waving it between us. “Goddess of cigarettes?”
She laughed. “No.” She looked around, then pointed to her eyes. “See that?”
I shook my head, exhaling smoke. “No.”
“You colorblind or what? My eyes have a red hue to them. The white, it’s more of a pinkish red. I’m half demon.”
“Oh,” I said. It was pretty dark in here. Like, you know, in the bowels of hell.
She nodded. “I turned after drinking Bella’s blood.” She dragged on her cigarette. “I was just plain vampire before, but Bella wanted to see if I would get powers from her.”
“Oh?” I raised my eyebrows, wondering if-
“I was her favorite too, for about a week,” Ysolda said miserably. Then she shook her head. “But I got no powers, and she got bored with me. Then you showed up!”
I looked miserably down at the cigarette. Yeah, self-pity and smoke was all that was on the menu right then. Yum. I puffed on the cigarette grudgingly.
Then, after a minute, I added. “I’m sorry. I screwed everything up.”
She shrugged. “That, you did. Everyone’s plans went to shit.”
“Well,” I grumbled. “Not everyone’s. Lucifer rules the worlds now, doesn’t he?”
She laughed, a bit more of a cackle, really. “That dude doesn’t plan,” she said while shaking her head. “He just – flies on the winds of change.”
I gave her the stink eye. I would beg to differ.
“So when’s your date?” she asked.
“Date?” I asked. We got hearings? That would be good, I could plead my case.
“For your execution,” she said with a laugh. “We’re all up for execution in here. This is the wing for it.”
The blood drained from my face.
Enthralling! I like the ducky socks. 😃
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Hahaha! maybe they are good luck, after all!
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