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The Ones Who Fell

I turned to survey my surroundings, I slowly started to realize that they were surrounding me.

“One…...two…….three.”, I started counting.

Twenty-four,twenty-four big scary creatures were surrounding me, they were- deformed, some had multiple heads or eyes. Some had seven fingers, or eight noses, but they all had one horrifying similarity, they were drenched head to toe in blood, I could see their deathly pale skin in splotches under the human? Animal? Some kind of blood. Suddenly it was dark. I woke up in a cage and was horrified to discover that my cellmate was a tall,sickly pale,bony man. Patches of his white hair were missing, he had untreated wounds that looked infected all over his body, he wore torn ragged clothes that hung over his wide bony shoulders. His shirt seemed 5 sizes too big, his ribs were visible through the holes near his chest and rib cage, his blood soaked pants had tears near his ankles, his feet were barely being held on by bony ankles.

He crouched in the corner, his eyes were bloodshot, his pupils looked as if he hadn't seen light in months, maybe years. He looked up, seeming to just have noticed my consciousness, when did he last eat, I wondered, why am I here?

“Wh-who are you, where am I?”, I asked him.

He stood up, maybe 6 ft tall, as he dropped to his hands he did something that chilled my bones. He ran at me with inhuman speed, his wild eyes looked angry and vengeful. But why? Why is he projecting his anger towards me? I was paralyzed with fear, he ran like an animal would, he stopped a foot from my face, his breath reeked of that familiar led-ish blood smell.

“StAy iN YoUr SpAcE, i'M NoT OnE tO MeSs WiTh.”, he said breathily.

As he crawled away I could see, and hear his spine cracking down into his original crouch.

“Um- o-ok, s-so where a-am I? Why a-am I here?”, I asked a little too frantically.

What I can only assume is a guard walked by the cage, “HEY! WHERE AM I, WHAT DID I DO WRONG?!” I yelled to what I assumed was a male.

He turned to me slowly, and I screamed, he had no eyes, two bloody sockets lay in their place. He stumbled back, a bit surprised, or…..was that offended. I can’t tell. Then I realized what those things were. Fallen angels. God had punished them for some evil deed by deforming them, and banishing them to earth. They probably all banned together to form whatever this is. He peered at me through the bars, he said in a crooked low voice,”You are on the island we call Kabbalah-”

“One of the seven fallen angels,” I interrupted him.”, only obviously there's more”, I pointed to the gruffy guard who approached.

“Move along Mecha.”, he scolded the young guard.

They walked away and I thought about what he said, Kabbalah, one of the seven fallen angels, they had an island named for him? I wonder if there are islands for the others. I wonder where Kabbalah was right now.

“Psst. Hey human girl.” I jumped, I hadn't noticed that Mecha had circled back.

“What-”, I asked rudely.

He whispered “ You are on the island we call Kabbalah, he rules over our vast island, he entices angels to fall and join him, he will toture you until you join, but that pain can heal, if you give in, he will never let you go...stay-”

“MECHA, DO NOT SPEAK TO THE PRISONER”, yelled the bigger guard.

“Jeez, Sira, i was just teasing her”, he lied, rolling his eyes.

As they walked away mecha whispered to me ”strong”. I asked the man, “What's your name?”

He answered grimmly “mY NaMe iS ChArLeS.”

I asked Charles why we were here. He explained that Kabbalah was building an army of fallen angels, but God noticed and banished anything related to him, so Kabbalah started recruiting humans; he wants to take over heaven. I realized I was probably never getting out, started treating Charles wounds since I was studying in the medical field, I knew how to use our resources to disinfect and sew the wounds. I studied myself, my brown mousy hair was dirty, I tore the rim of my torn green shirt and tied my hair with it. My jeans were stained and bloody, what did they do, drag me? I felt the rising welt on my head, my scalp was bloodied a bit, my pale freckled arms and legs were scraped, my socks and shoes where long gone, i searched my pockets, and found a knife, I heard approaching footsteps and rusheed to bury it under some dirt. A guard passed and I surveyed my surroundings. I was in a 10 by 10 ft cell, the ground was 3 ft of dirt, and solid rock under that.

The walls were stone, I had heavy shackles that reached about 5 ft, I noticed two other things, two buckets and two blankets. Charles noted my curiosity and explained that they were our bathrooms. I shivered, noticing my sudden need to urinate. I sat on the bucket using the blanket to cover myself. After relieving myself I noticed that it was night, I layed down on a bed of dirt, the knife lay under my head buried. I used the blanket to cover myself and slept.

I awoke to banging on the cell bars, I sat up and looked around. The big guard, Sira, was at the cell door, “Wake up, human scum!”, he spat.

“Good morning Sira”, Charles said sarcastically.

“YOU! Girl, get up”, he directed his look to me, i stood and asked,”What for?”

He replied strictly”Come”.

I gestured to the shackles, he entered and removed them from the wall. He held them in his hand, and I followed him down a long hallway to what looked like a toture room. I was right. For hours he whipped my back and legs, I winced in pain as he dragged my barely conscious body to my cell. He attached my shackles to the wall, as if I would have enough strength to attempt to escape. When he left, Charles got to disinfecting and sewing my wounds as I showed him. It went on like this for a week, when finally I was fed oatmeal and berries. I scarfed it down, wishing for seconds that I knew wouldn’t come.

For months it was the same routine, until one day i was brought to what looked like kings chambers, there sat someone i immediately knew was Kabbalah, he grabbed my chin in his hand and said,”Join me”

I refused saying,”in your dreams.”

He responded with a slap that knocked me out, I awoke being whipped. This time after Charles finished tending my wounds I didn't sleep. I exercised, I started saving up my oatmeal and berries as they started feeding me more often. Once I had 3 or 4 bowls I scarfed it down, exercised, then slept. For months I had the same common routine. Until I noticed my strength returning. At night when people slept, I practiced fighting with my knife. One night Mecha visited, bringing me to an arena where he taught me to fight.

“I hope you know we won't become friends.” I snapped one night after he tried to high five me,”you are my teacher only”.

He nodded, and we continued training. He brought iron pills for me to hide in my chamber. I took one every day, soon I had muscles, Sira glanced at me suspiciously when he walked past. One night I heard commotion outside my cell, guards were running around, I heard banging and screaming, then I saw it. They dragged a little girl past my cell, she tried to escape and they- they killed her. Sira smiled evilly at me, I noticed the tears streaming down my and Charles' face. Charles later told me that that happened every few months, someone would try to escape, and would be killed. I never got used to it.

One night Sira brought me to Kabbalah’s Chambers. He grabbed me by the chin again and said,”Join me, it will be a good life, fight for me, it's worth it. All your pain ends if you join me”

Mecha’s words came to mind, and I snarked defiantly,”You sound like a gym membership commercial”

He growled and I was brought to be whipped. I winced when I walked back to my cell, and my routine continued. When finally, Charles woke me, Mecha was at the cell door.

“Leave, escape, you're strong enough now that you can, I should have tried while I could but I didn't, but you can, goodbye.”, he whispered to me.

With tears in our eyes we hugged, and I left. I escaped quietly, and found that it really was an island, surrounded by ocean. I found a boat and left. Sometimes I still have nightmares, sometimes Kabbalah still visits my dreams, but I know I escaped, I know he can’t get to me, as long as I'm out of the woods.