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Escape from Hell

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DarknessEmbraced666

Pulsar
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Jan 9, 2009
It was early evening, around five when a small silver car pulled into the driveway of a small one story house and a young woman with long black hair stepped out of the car once it was shut off. She was dressed in a simple powder blue dress and black heels and her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, making her look rather professional. After grabbing two bags from the backseat of the car, she headed up to the house and unlocked it, stepping inside and flipping on a light. The sun was still up but it was slowly going down which meant she didn't have much time to change and go for her evening run. Luckily it was the last day of the work week and she was able to relax the next day. After dropping her things off in the small office near the kitchen, she headed into her bedroom to change.

As she entered the bedroom, she pressed play on her answering machine that sat on her dresser and listened to the messages on it. Alot of them were from her mother and father which made her sigh as she stripped off her dress and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to run in. The messages from her parents were usually about why they didn't see her at evening mass or church on sundays or saturdays. Her father was a preacher and her mother was raised in a strict religious home. Shaking her head, Kalma just pulled on her shorts and shirt before slipping on some socks and her sneakers. She really needed to do some running.

After dressing, Kalma headed out the front door, shivering a little at the cool evening air though she wasn't about to complain. The past few days had been the hottest of the summer so far. After making sure it was closed tightly and locked, she turned and took off running down the street. Kalma was a pretty young woman of the age of 22 though she still looked to be in her teens. She stood at 5'7" and 128 lbs. She had long wavy black hair that went down past her shoulders and she had one blue eye and one grey eye. Her skin was pale and flawless and she had slightly exotic features, her eyes giving her almost a cat-like appearance. She had a lithe and fit body from doing track and field hockey in high school and college, but she still had all the right curve in all the right places.
 
He ran and ran. It seemed his run was endless, but he had to keep running if he didn't wish to be caught. The young boy looked like he was only about ten years old when he was actually nineteen. The boy's skin shone a very dark black color, jet black. His tail flailing behind him as he ran through the portal. He entered this other world where there were tall buildings and motorized vehicles. He never seen anything of the like, but then again he wasn't stopping to look either. He had to keep running, they were after him. He bobbed and weaved through the buildings in and out of alleyways. He breath was hot from running and his legs ached but still he ran. The scrawny figure no bigger then four feet tall. He turned a corner hearing the growls behind him as his body started to slow. 'No!' he yelled at himself 'you can't stop!' His body picked up on his mental screams and his pace quickened once more.
 
She ran through the small neighborhood towards down town, following her usual route that would take her part of the way downtown then back home along a different path. Feet pounding the pavement, she ran quickly yet at an even pace so not to tire out quickly. The woman could hear the sounds of cars getting louder as she neared downtown and she paused momentarily at a cross walk to look for any on coming cars before crossing easily. Kalma made a quick note to herself that she would have to make a stop on the way home which meant that she would have to cut through some alleys on the way back after picking up what she needed. After reaching her turning point half way through town, she turned around and cut across the street to a small convenience store to pick up a couple of things. A few minutes later she emerged with a bag and with a firm grip on it, she took off for home. Spotting an alleyway that would take her straight to her usual route, she turned down it and ran down the dark alley, heading for the other side. Because it was getting dark out and there were no lights in the alley, she didn't see anyone coming towards her until she collided with something. Grunting loudly, she dropped her things and fell backwards, landing with a thud and a loud groan.
 
They were coming or at least that's what he thought. He ran into something in the darkness which knocked him back. His body fell hitting a metal jagged edge of a steel trash can. The impact ripping his frail little left arm open leaving a huge gash missing from it. Suddenly there was a bright bang in the sky, something like fire exploding into the nighttime air. it burned his crimson pupils as it lit up the alleyway. His eyes moved back to the path he had taken hearing them closing in, but nothing was coming. The sounds implanted in his head only causing him greater fear.
 
Groaning softly, Kalma sat up while rubbing her head where she hit it when she fell, shaking her head just slightly to try and clear it. "Oh my head." she murmured before flinching when the sky lit up and she blinked several times before looking around for what ever it was that she ran into and she spotted a small figure on the ground not far from her then she saw the blood and she gasped. "Oh goodness." she breathed as she quickly got up and grabbed her things before moving over to the dark figure. "Hey.... hey, are you alright?" she asked softly, reaching out hesitantly to touch the boys shoulder. In the light that filled the alleyway, she could see that he wasn't quite normal but she wasn't about to make any kind of assumptions.
 
He shook his head in pain not looking up. He knew it wasn't a demon in front of him. The voice was much to soft for that. He was huffing hot air out of breath and his throat parched from the long run. He could still hear the footsteps that weren't there as he turned his head quickly trying to back away from the sounds only to groan when he applied pressure to his now wounded arm.
 
She noticed that he was breathing heavily and pressing his hand against his wounded arm. She felt horrible that she ran into him so she ripped a strip of cloth from her t-shirt and moved a little closer to him. "Here." she said gently. "Let me help." She gently removed his hand from the wound and wrapped the strip of cloth tightly around his arm and she tied it off. " As she wrapped his arm, she wondered what else she could do to help. "Come with me. Let me fix that up a little better."
 
As much as he knew not to accept help from anyone he could still hear the other approaching. He gladly nodded and tried to stand. There wasn't anything to fear from this person, not yet anyways. He slowly walked beside for a few paces only to fall out of breath. He could only hope he was safe as his starved body gave out from under him. He fought to stay awake but could not. His jet black would have been impossible to see had not another ball of fire shot and exploded into the sky.

The young boy clearly not human as his tail lay on the ground near him. He was or rather could be seen real easy now with the bright light and him having fallen almost out of the alleyway. A nearby streetlamp provided enough light for his features to be made out once the bright light was gone. His frame really light and his body seemingly starved, his arm bleeding even through her quick bandaging.
 
A small smile formed on her lips when he nodded and accepted her hand. Reaching out, she gently grasped his good arm and helped him up before beginning to walk towards the alleyway exit. They had just reached they exit when he fell and she gasped as he fell, watching him land in a crumpled heap just outside of the alley and in the light of the streetlamp. What she saw made her freeze and her eyes widened as she crossed herself out of habit and she mumbled to herself before hurrying towards him. Because of her upbringing, the first thing that came to mind was that she was standing in the presence of a demon or perhaps even a daemon as the other part of her mind kicked in. Shaking her head, she moved to his side and knelt next to his body. What ever he was, he needed her help.

Reaching out, she carefully lifted his small body into her arms and began jogging home, doing her best to avoid people. What would she say to someone if they saw her carrying a child like person what was jet black and was bleeding? Sighing, she forced the thoughts away and focused on the situation at hand and that was getting home asap.
 
He wasn't sure what was going on outside the world of his mind, but inside he couldn't stop thinking of all the beatings he received. They weren't pleasant either the violence on his small demonic body he twisted slightly in her arms clinging to her body. The pain of the demonic punishments fresh in his mind, there wasn't anyone caring down in hell. This world he didn't know but he knew hell, for nineteen years of his life he knew hell.
 
She felt him cling to her and she held him a little tighter as she broke out into a full out run, though it was a little harder and more tiring then her usual run because she normally didn't carry anything home on her run. Her breathing was coming in soft pants as she hurried along. When she spotted her house in the distance, she sighed in relief and adjusted her hold on the body in her arms, moving him so he was resting mostly in one arm while she fished out her keys with her now free hand. "Okay, we're almost there." she murmured as she slowed to a jog and made her way up the walkway to her front door. Singling out the key to her front door, she unlocked the door and pushed it open then stepped into the cool house, shivering as the cool air hit her hot skin. Kalma sat down her bag in the kitchen before making her way into the large bathroom connected to her bedroom and gently placed the boy down on the counter, or at least tried to since he was clinging to her.
 
The young demon lay in her arms the blood coming through the bandage she placed on him. What ever was going on in his mind had subsided into a dark sleep which didn't have anything with it. He had been beaten enough to where is body shut down but he was still barely breathing. If anything was going to be done this was the best time, for once the mental beatings reoccurred it would only make her work harder.
 
After several minutes of prying, she finally removed the demon from her body and she looked down at him. He seemed so weak and helpless, his appearance tugging at the young woman's heart strings. "Poor guy." she murmured as she opened the closet and removed her first-aid kit, setting it down next to him. Unwrapping the wound, she frowned slightly before quickly beginning to clean his arm with warm soapy water and some antibiotics to make sure it didn't get infected. After being a camp counselor for half of her life, she was able to work quickly with his wound though she did have to stitch his wound closed.

She did her best not to rouse him after placing a little numbing gel around the wound and she began sewing the gash closed. He didn't need to many stitches to close it which was a good thing because it meant less work. Once he was sewn up, she looked up into his face while readying a bandage for his arm. Some of her black hair fell down into her face and shadowed her bright eyes. Kalma couldn't help but wonder what happened to him to put him in such a horrible condition. Then she wondered what she was going to do with him. After all, it wasn't every day that a person saw a demon wandering around the city.
 
He couldn't feel anything through the blackness of his mind. It was as though he had died but his body continued to work. The night rolled on while he was set in the bed, the dreams coming back in the morning light, he shifted and groaned as the mental pain assaulted him. Without his knowing his claws began to grow out slashing the bed he was in as he gripped the mattress. He woke with a start and his body jolted ripping the layer of bed he was laying on ruining that side for sleeping.

[sorry for the bit of control, but I didn't really see anything else that she could have done for him]
 
(that's fine)

She had placed the small body into her bed and covered him up with a light blanket before going to sleep in the living room. The next morning, she was woken up by a ruckus in her bedroom. Opening her eyes with a soft groan, she sat up and looked around in slight confusion before remembering the night before. She scrambled off the couch and rushed down the hall to her bedroom where she froze in the door way when she saw her ruined bed. Slowly approaching the bed, she gazed at the demon warily, being careful because of his claws. "Hello." she said softly. "I see you're up. Are you okay?"
 
The young demon looked up and quickly retracted his claws back into his fingers. "I.....I am so sorry." he stammered getting off the bed. He was quickly down on his knees cowering at the ensuing beating he knew was sure to come. That's how it worked they would help you and seem all nice and then the second you messed up the beatings would start worse the that the previous owner had done.
 
Kalma watched in curiosity as the demon apologized and she frowned as he knelt before her and cowered. "What... what are you doing?" she asked him. "It's quite alright. I can buy new ones." She slowly approached him and placed a light hand on his shoulder. "How is your arm?" she asked, looking at the bandage wrapped around his arm.
 
He quickly backed away into the corner a few feet from her. Instinctively he curled himself into a ball protecting his head and injured arm. There wasn't anything known as kindness in his world, only beatings and pain. She was warming up to him so she could beat him, that was how it worked, that was how it had always been. He curled tighter into his ball succubi were always worse off though their brutality immeasurable. Maybe he hadn't escaped hell when he ran through the portal, maybe he ran into a vision of what was meant to look like the other world. Maybe this was an image fronted for even more intense beatings.
 
She watched in surprise as he backed into a corner away from her and she bit her bottom lip. The woman had not been expecting his sudden movement but she recovered from her surprise rather quickly and she stood up with a sigh. Shaking her head, Kalma turned to her bed and began stripping off the ruined bedding, hoping that the mattress wasn't ruined as well. "You're a demon, aren't you?" she asked off handedly as she finished stripping the bed. When she saw the claw marks in the mattress, she sighed again and shook her head.
 
The young nonhuman shivered and nodded his head. He had always tried his best at serving those that he wed his life to but it always seemed to end with a beating for some reason or another. He looked up off and on at what she was doing but at sudden movements, such as her pulling the bedding off, he would hold his head once again. His ears picked up what sounded like that of a whip when in fact it was her placing the bedding back on the other side of the bed. He shuddered at the sound and expected the 'whip' to start hitting in various places.
 
She saw him nod and smiled slightly. "I thought so." she replied while beginning to turn the bed over with a soft groan. Turning the bed over was never something she enjoyed doing but she had to do it. Once the bed was flipped over onto its good side, she went and retrieved new sheets and a cover to put on the bed. She knew that she was going to have to throw out the other set because of the claw marks that were now torn through them. "So.... do you have a name?" she asked while putting the new sheets. When the one sheet snapped slightly, she noticed him move to hold his head and paused, looking at him in concern.
 
"Blake." He said softly his body was still curled into a ball in the corner unsure what he should do. His dark skin was barely covered by rags as the sunlight showed some of his features. He didn't have horns but the tail was fairly dominate demanding attention from the world. "What is my pu...pun...punishment?" he asked knowing full well he was going to get a beating far worse then any demon could have given him.
 
Kalma smiled slightly when he told her his name and she finished putting on the sheets. "Blake? That's a nice name." she said softly while picking up the pillows and placing them onto the bed. But when he asked her what his punishment was, she paused and stared at him. "Punishment?" she echoed, setting down the last pillow and moving towards him. Kneeling in front of him, she reached out slowly and placed a hand on his small shoulder. "There is no punishment. All you worry about is getting better." she told him. "And perhaps getting something different to wear." she muttered.
 
He cringed as she touched him. The contact normally meant the beating would be coming. She had said there wasn't a punishment, but that wasn't true he was in her debt. There was always something or some reason for the beatings. "New clothes?" he asked softly his face turned away from her.
 
Sighing, she slipped her hands beneath his arms and lifted him up. She knew it was a mean thing to do because he was scared of her but she wanted him to at least be comfortable. "Yes, new clothing." she said as she moved him onto the bed and set him down. "I don't think that you like wearing these rags." She plucked at his rags and sighed. "Why were you in that alley way?" she asked suddenly.
 
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