Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction / Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ My Angel From Hell ❯ Session #08 - Bat Out Of Hell (Part Two) ( Chapter 8 )

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Shit...

Slowly, Heero opened his eyes, only to see complete darkness shrouded around him. He was about to move, but soon recognized that he was chained to a wall by his hands and feet. His eyes wandered around, trying to find a sign of anything that was inside the room. Not even a sign of his friends were here. Maybe I was put into a separate room, he thought, mostly because I'm the main part of the bait to get Spike. He sighed as he remembered calling to Spike. He had once told Heero that in times of distress, Heero could call Spike telepathically for anything. It was a bond between Heero and Spike, a guardian angel link between the angel and his or her companion, and can only be accessed when the angel's companion is in "dire need of service," so said the manual.

Abruptly, a flame ignited inside the room, causing Heero to jump slightly. He snapped his neck and full attention to the flames that seemed to flare inside a cauldron. Soon enough, tiny flames ignited around the room, showing some light into the room. From Heero's point of view, it looked like a medieval cobblestone dungeon, with the cauldron in the middle of the room. A wooden door was the only access outside of his prison, but before he could reach for his tools to pick away at the locks, the door opened to reveal the red cloaked woman again.

With a smirk on her face, she whispered, "Well, well, well, the child is awake. Had pleasant dreams?"

"Not when your chained to a wall," Heero answered with a sneer present.

Slowly walking herself over, a sly, seductive voice took over as she whispered, "Oh, but soon enough you'll learn to enjoy every minute on that wall..."

The woman unhooded herself, revealing her chocolate brown hair, fair pale skin, soft face, full red lips, and teardrop emerald earrings. What stood out the most were her fantastic, deadly, mysterious electric green eyes, which seemed to eat Heero entirely as she licked her lips. Placing her two hands on the wall, one on each side of Heero, she locked eyes directly with him. Prussian blue clashed with electric green, robotic eyes against seductive eyes, nonchalant versus lust. A smile curled on her face like a spider crawls to it's fly locked in its web, touching noses with Heero, trying anyway to unlock him from his prison of indifference. However, nothing, not even her indescribable touch, would phase him.

"Your not going to get your way," Heero said, so monotone and cold, it sent shivers down her own spine.

Spike, she registered into her mind, making her growl in front of Heero. Taking her hands and digging her nails into Heero's wrists, she whispered in a dark voice, "Your just like Spike, too much like him." As she felt some of his blood drip onto her nails and onto the floor, she introduced herself, "My name is Astaroth, Fallen Angel #08, Maiden of Lust. I always get what I want, and nobody is going to deny me it."

Although the pain was clearly in his eyes, Heero sneered back, "Lust can never hurt those that never wish for it."

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Astaroth's face, as she said, "Yes, but what no one knows is that I'm not just lust." She then put her lips to his ear as she said, "I merged with another fallen angel." The darkest smirk known to humanity and angels, fallen and archangel alike, emerged onto Astaroth's face as she raised her nails from his wrists all the way upwards to his elbows, digging deeper into his skin. As she heard Heero trying not to scream, she snickered, "I merged with Idumea, Fallen Angel #13, Maiden of Blood."

Astaroth, now acting like her other self as Idumea, unlocked her nails from Heero's skin, watching the blood from his arms fall to the ground. She still had the same smirk, which seemed unbelievably growing in size as she saw Heero trying not to cry in agony for the unbearable pain tearing away inside and outside of his body. Satisfied for now, she licked the blood around her hands, allowing the rush of blood enter her entirely. It has been so long since I had such pure blood from a soul like that, the part of her known as Idumea thought.

The other part of her known as Astaroth thought back to her, Well, he's all yours now. I'm sick and tired of dealing with so many Spike's. Get the vengeance for me.

With unending pleasure, Mistress Astaroth, Idumea thought, ending their small conversation.

Sucking the last of Heero's blood from her index finger, she said, "Boy, your insubordination has made my Mistress Astaroth bored of this game. She's left me in control."

Heero had no words to say as he saw Idumea, no longer Astaroth in control, take off her teardrop earrings, and quickly put up her hair into a rope braid. She took off her red cloak, revealing a blood red halter top, black leather pants, and various weapons of torture decorating her body. Taking out a dagger that was held by the side of her right black leather boot, Idumea kissed the tip of it, knowing that she was going to have so much fun now.

"You won't break me," Heero was able to say, though a pool of his blood was underneath him, the blood still dripping fresh from the wound marks Astaroth made moments ago.

Devilishly smirking, Idumea said, "I'm not going to break you, I'm going to have fun."

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Aww fuck...

Spike felt Heero's entire pain, which is something the manual forgot to tell Spike. That whatever pain Heero felt, Spike felt the same thing, and would leave scars forever on his soul. He traced the lines on his wrists to the elbows, the same scars that Heero would have for a long time. Holding his right cheek, Spike traced the cuts forming by a sharp dagger from a diligent hand. Idumea, he thought, narrowing his eyes from the anger building inside of him. Blotches of bruises appeared on his chest, making Spike cringe whenever he started moving.

Left and right his body was becoming a train wreck, a gigantic accident, a living, breathing zombie-like state. His body was decapitating in front of his very eyes, and it was all because of Spike's failure to protect Heero. One day was all it took for all of this shit to happen. The pain he was feeling was the agony and torture Heero was facing. And Idumea knew what she was doing. She knew that whatever Heero felt, Spike felt. He knew that Astaroth was getting her vengeance, pushing Spike to a place that he hadn't been for so long. Since his days in the syndicate, the days on the Bebop, even the last day of his life when Julia died in his arms. It was as if this day was worse than all of them combined. He didn't know how, he didn't know why, but this was something that was making Spike reach the point of sanity.

It had been so long since Spike was pushed over the edge. He was so close to screaming on top of his lungs in blind rage and fury, but only Spike's unbelievable patience was there to settle him down. He knew he would be able to go in there, save Heero and his friends, and get the payback he deserved. There was no way that he would be able to die, so he scratched that from his things to worry about. It was all the pain Heero was feeling that was sending Spike over the edge. Sure, Spike didn't care if it was happening to him. That would be the easiest thing to do. All his wounds would go away in an instant, but the pain he was feeling would forever be imbedded into his heart.

It would have been easier on Spike for them going after him and not Heero. But knowing Astaroth, from what he found out merged with Idumea, she would get her way, and the same goes for Idumea. No wonder those two merged together, he thought, they both hate the living guts out of me. Sighing, he loaded up the last gun he had. Even if he knew that they would have no effect whatsoever on the Fallen Angels, he had to do something to get Heero back. All the thoughts of mercy and bloodcurdling screams Heero was feeling entered Spike's mind, driving him closer and closer to the end of his sanity.

"Dammit, hold on Heero," Spike muttered as the cuts on his face started to heal up.

Running out of the pawn shop (he had to take whatever weapons were in there, besides, he couldn't be seen at all), he used the link that was connected to Heero to follow his instincts to wherever he and the others were held captive. At first it felt like a wild goose chase, going from building to building, room to room, trying to find the exact area were Idumea held Heero. All the time while Heero was screaming in his head for Idumea to stop her onslaught. For a brief second, Spike wished that it would have been Astaroth, however scratched the idea.

Astaroth is worse, much worse, he thought, quickly remembering the incident he had with the defying witch of a fallen angel, as he slammed a door open inside another building, gun in hand. However, he only found it to be completely empty of what he was expecting. Only another business meeting, this time with drug dealers, not VIP and CEO big shots. Sighing, he placed his gun back into his holster, walking out of the building. Spike knew he was close, he could feel his instincts whacking the shit of his brain that the place was right underneath his nose.

"I can help you, mon cheri," a voice whispered behind him. Spike nearly jumped at the sound of the voice, but calmed down because of it's familiar aura. He didn't have to turn around to face the person, knowing full well who it was. Sighing, he took out his oil lighter and cigarette, lighting it and taking a quick puff to ease the tension building up inside his mind.

"Yeah, whatever Chaldea," Spike muttered, rubbing his temples as he sat on the edge of the sidewalk. Heero had just fallen unconscious, knowing that neither he nor Heero had to take Idumea's onslaught anymore. Chaldea sighed, unhooding her cloaked as she sat next to Spike. She looked towards him, trying to look him in the eye, but Spike ignored her completely.

"Spike, I know you've been searching a long time--"

"So you've been following me, what else is new?" Spike muttered, making Chaldea jump and become wide-eyed, wondering what Spike was talking about. Smirking, he added, "Chaldea, don't act stupid with me. I know you've been following me the minute Heero was captured."

Silence followed after Spike's remark, making Chaldea stare at Spike for a long time. Moments later, Chaldea smirked, closing her eyes as she turned away from Spike, then looking towards the ground. Whispering, she answered, "Looks like you are more perceptive than what I thought."

"You damn right," Spike whispered, a huge smirk on his face. However, it slowly faded away as his expression turned grim, knowing full well what was on stake. With a look completely stoic like Heero's, he monotonely demanded, "Where is Idumea?"

"Excuse me?" Chaldea asked, completely shocked what Spike was demanding.

"You don't know then," Spike stated as he confirmed, "Idumea is Astaroth. The two merged into one fallen angel. I thought that since you were sisters, she would at least tell you."

Mocking a chuckle, she answered, "Guess not. Some sisters we are."

"Yeah," Spike whispered, closing his eyes. Suddenly, he stood up, feeling something being tugged on his heart. He could feel something, but he didn't know what. His eyes wandered around viciously, growling deeply as he was getting irritated at the entire thing. Something was calling to him, yelling at him to come hither, but he didn't know where to start looking.

Laying a hand on his shoulder, Chaldea whispered, "Spike?"

"I felt something," Spike growled, narrowing his eyes as he sneered, "but I don't know where."

"It must have been the link you have with Heero," Chaldea answered, as if she knew full well what was happening. Spike eyed her for a second, looking into his mind and instincts to search were Heero was. Hearing what had to be a click inside his mind, Spike ran forward through an ally, Chaldea right besides him. If Spike would have kept looking at Chaldea for a second, he would have noticed a condescending, generous and unique smile on the Maiden of Larceny's face.

Stopping, Spike turned around to look at the entrance of a church, a sign in marble next to the church "Sacred Heart Cathedral." Spike didn't even take time to look at the scenery around the church as he took out his gun with his right hand, puffing away at his cigarette still. Chaldea looked at Spike with complete confidence, smiling still.

"Is this where Heero is held captive?" Chaldea asked.

"Yes," Spike bluntly said, walking up the stairs into the church. Chaldea was about to protest, but she knew who Spike was. An ol' fashioned cowboy, Chaldea answered to herself, smirking now with a faint chuckle riding in her voice. Just an ol' fashioned cowboy with wings.



"Anyone catch the number of that milk truck?" Duo muttered as he groaned loudly. However, he was quickly met with a punch to his face, making his poor broken jaw lean from the right to the left. Grinding his teeth, he barely let loose the scream that was about to erupt from his raw vocal cords. Looking upwards he saw the same green cloaked woman, her vicious, cold-blooded silver eyes narrowing with pride and anger.

"Shut up, dummkoff," she sneered, walking back towards her comrades.

"Bitch," Duo whispered silently underneath is breath, looking towards the others at were chained to the wall. On his right, Trowa and Quatre were wide awake, their bodies badly bruised and cut, some drops of their own blood stained on their face and clothing. On his left was Wufei with the same cuts and bruises like Trowa and Quatre, he took wide awake. Seems they had some fun with us while we were unconscious, Duo thought, narrowing his eyes at the sickening thought.

"You guys alright?" Duo asked to the guys.

Trowa nodded his head as Quatre whispered, "Yeah, pretty much intact."

"That guy in the orange is so weak," Wufei sneered, narrowing his eyes at the man in orange. "He has no sense of justice. Weak like a onna, I'm startled to see he's even a man. Stupid bakayaro."

Rolling his eyes, Duo decided to dismiss Wufei's remarks of injustice and weakness about the man in orange. It was then that Duo noticed that one member was missing from the group. Whispering aloud, Duo asked, "Guys, where's Heero?"

Quatre went wide-eyed as he answered worried as ever, "I don't know. The first time I woke up, he wasn't here."

"I didn't see him," Trowa answered bluntly.

"Neither did I," Wufei snapped, still focusing a glare towards the man in orange.

Abruptly, a door opened, though none of the guys could see it in the darkness. Out of the blackness of the shadows came the woman in red, her electric green eyes twinkling in delight, sending shivers throughout all of the boys. With so much grace, she lightly walked over towards her comrades, a smirk definitely plastered on her soft face.

"Well?" asked the one in green, raising an eyebrow.

"It is done," she whispered, narrowing her eyes in pride.

"Good," the one in blue bluntly responded, completely uninterested in her happiness. He looked towards the other as he said, "Spike should be coming here any minute now. That link he has with the boy should draw him to us quickly than what we expect."

"Finally!" the one green shouted in anticipation as he cracked her knuckles again, "A real man I can fight. Damn did I miss those battles."

"He has grown stronger since the last time we met him," the one in red warned, the smirk on her face fading to a sneer as she added, "much stronger."

"Don't worry," the one in orange said, sharpening his katana with a whetstone. "He can't be that strong. We have dealt with him before."

"But he has changed," the one in red snapped, balling her hands into fists, "he has changed completely. Becoming a guardian angel has strengthened him completely. I have no effect on him any longer."

A shock overcame everyone in the group, not believing what the one in red was saying. The one in green was the first to speak as she whispered, "He can't be that strong, can he?"

Before the one in red could answer, the one in blue interrupted with, "Don't worry. Remember, Raphael was the one who gave him the job. Anyone who gets a job from Raphael can overcome anything. However, Raphael is only the third strongest, not the second or first like Gabriel and Michael. Michael is originally the one to hand the assignments for guardian angels, but Spike was desperate to leave the confines of Heaven. Therefore, he is not as powerful as we imagine."

"But you must admit," the one in red said, "he's not your average angel."

"Oh hell yeah," someone shouted behind the four cloaked figures, making them gasp in shock and surprise. Snapping their bodies towards the darkness, they looked towards the place were the voice was emitted. Out of the darkness came two figures, one in a cloak similar to all of them, the other in a trenchcoat and blue clonkers for shoes.

"Spike," the one in red sneered, her eyes narrowed viciously as she then looked towards the one cloaked in black, "Chaldea, Fallen Angel #08, Maiden of Larceny."

"Astaroth, Fallen Angel #09, Maiden of Lust," Spike sneered back, locking eyes with Astaroth. She uncloaked herself, revealing her chocolate brown hair once again, no longer tied in a rope braid.

"Whoa! She's a babe!" Duo shouted, eyes popping out of his socket.

If I only had my katana, Wufei thought, sighing entirely.

"So, you found us Spike," Astaroth sneered, as the ones behind her uncloaked their hoods, making Chaldea gasp silently. She couldn't believe her close friends could do this to her. Out of all of the Fallen Angels, she didn't expect them.

"Vetis, Mephisto, Tahrea, you...?" Chaldea couldn't even finish her sentence, she was too much in shock at the realization that they were apart of this entire mastermindish plan.

"I'm sorry, Chaldea," Tahrea, Fallen Angel #16, Maiden of Vengeance whispered, uncertainty in her voice. Vetis, Fallen Angel #07, Lord of Pride felt his heart tug, knowing that he was hurting his secret love's heart. But the offer that was given to him and the threat to his pride -- he couldn't let that go. Not at all. Mephisto, Fallen Angel #05, Lord of Hatred, however, had the most impassive look on his face. No emotions registered on his face, not even in his eyes. Originally, he would have begged for Chaldea's forgiveness, but he knew too well that the Princess of Thieves was already in love with someone else -- Spike Spiegel.

"Chaldea, leave now. You are not apart of the problem," Mephisto commanded to Chaldea, as he eyed Spike, "he is."

Shaking her head, Chaldea responded, "Jamais Mephisto."

"Follow what he says, Chaldea," Spike whispered, taking out his gun and aiming for Astaroth's head, squarely in the middle. "Release the four boys and get them out of here, including yourself."

"But Spike--"

"Heero is my responsibility," he sneered, knowing exactly what Astaroth, more long the lines of Idumea, did to Heero. "I am going to rescue him, but I need someone else to get the four out of here. I can't do it all by myself. You wanted to help, so here is your chance."

A short silence followed, as Chaldea whispered with a nod, "Oui, Spike."

Meanwhile, Duo and the others watched in silence, noticing the four captors and the woman walking towards them, talking to thin air itself. Whispering to the others, Duo said, "Does anyone here think that those five are completely crazy or is it just me?"

"I would say it was you, but I'm noticing the same thing," said Wufei, smirking entirely.

"Oh shut up," Duo muttered, frowning cutely.

Once Chaldea came over, Trowa surprisingly was the first to ask, "What is going on, Chaldea?"

Not even startled that they knew her name since they did introductions moments before, she responded with her elegant French accent, "I am going to release you and take you outside."

"But we have to save Heero first!" Quatre protested with a worried face.

"Already taken care of," Chaldea responded, ignoring completely his protests. Before anyone of them could utter another word, Chaldea produced eight different lock picks, which she placed in each hole for the chains binding them. With a snap of her fingers, the lock picks turned and the chains fell from the boy's wrists and ankles.

"I ain't the Princess of Thieves for nothing," she muttered, a smirk faintly growing on her face. It quickly went aside as she added while looking at Spike, "We must take our leave. The finale to this nightmare is about to begin, and we are not apart of this act."

"What do you mean?" Wufei asked, raising an eyebrow.

"In due time, all shall be explained," was all Chaldea answered as went to the door within the darkness and opened it. The boys did not complain about leaving Heero behind. For some reason, they believed Chaldea, even if she was apart of the ten-highest Fallen Angels. None of the other Fallen Angels worried about the boys escaping. They were just apart of the bait, and the big catch of the fish was already in their grasps. Now they only had one thing left to do for their mission -- to make Spike Spiegel non-existence.

Thank you, Chaldea, Spike thought, smiling internally. Once Chaldea and the boys were able to leave the church, all attention was on the four fallen angels in front of him. He had been hoping for the mastermind to be attending, but he knew that he wouldn't show up, the coward that he was. He had always had it in for Spike, and this was just the ultimate blow to destroy him.

"Give me back Heero," Spike calmly demanded.

"Without a fight? That's not like you, Spike," Tahrea childishly teased, cracking her neck.

"Indeed," Vetis muttered, laying down his whetstone while bearing his newly sharpened katana. "It seems you have changed, but not for the better."

"Enough of this shit," Mephisto sneered, taking out a gun similar to Spike's, "let's get down to business."

"Read my mind," Spike muttered, narrowing his eyes as he shot first.



What's taking them so goddamn fucking long?! Chaldea thought, screaming to herself about the well-being of Spike. An hour had passed already, the sunny sky above them changing with murky gray clouds floating above her and the boys. She noticed that they were becoming restless for the well-being of their own comrade. She could even sense their doubt and suspicion about who she was exactly. After what happened to them today, Chaldea was surprised that they even trusted her.

She smiled, as she remembered her own past, answering her own self-doubt. Chaldea wasn't always a fallen angel. After all, the fallen angels were originally angels themselves. She was one of the few that went to Lucifer's side because of being accused that she was on his side. Ashamed and confused, she took his side and fought against the Silver City, already being exiled already. I must still have that ol' angel presence with me, she concluded, sighing at the end of her thought.

"Alright, that's it!" Duo shouted, having enough of the "waiting game." He stood up from the sidewalk, and charged right in front of Chaldea's face, eye to eye. "What the hell is going on?! Where's Heero?! I thought you said everything was under control!"

"All in due time, Duo," Chaldea answered calmly.

"Due time my-- wait, how do you know my name?" Duo asked, completely confused.

Before she could even answer, the wooden doors to the Sacred Heart Cathedral were opened simultaneously. Gasping, Chaldea looked away from Duo to the figure silhouette holding a beaten and battered body in the darkness. The four others looked towards were Chaldea was looking at, gasping as well. Slowly, the figure walked out, stepping down the stairs at the rain started to pour from above, first a drizzle into a defying outpour of tears from heaven. None could even imagine nor believe what had happened inside the church, but the proof was right in front of them.

The figure of a cowboy.

Crimson blood of all different shades stained his suit, shoes and face, but none came from himself. It all came from the frail and torn body cradled within his arms. His eyes read so many emotions -- anger, sadness, happiness, indifference, chaos, anxiety -- too many explain. The enigma emitted from him overwhelmed everyone, the rain mixing with the blood stained around him. What surprised everyone was the blue aura around him, along with his extended wings. The different shades of blue on them seemed to swirl together like a lava-lamp, mesmerising everyone with their beauty. However, the stains of blood were immediate on them, setting them off as wings of heaven and hell.

The blood stains of mercy.

He didn't care about anything anymore. This job, this world, Chaldea, Raphael, Heaven, Hell -- right now, he didn't even care for Julia. This was the last straw. They may not have been able to make him non-existence, but they were able to succeed in the alternative goal they looked for. He could feel the insides of him dying slowly, knowing exactly what that meant. No tears fell from his eyes, no emotions flinched from his face, nothing. Absolutely nothing. That all he felt, nothing at all. Just nothing. So there he stood, on the seventeenth step of the Sacred Heart Cathedral, the rain and the blood pouring from his face and the lonely child inside his arms. His eyes read one emotion now, but his face still registered nothing. Such intensity came from those mismatched eyes, the blue aura around him as vibrant as ever. Two words entered his mind, two words that he dreaded ever since he was born. He hated those words, loathed them, despised them, but all he had to say them. The only to words to sum up what he was feeling. The nothingness inside him, destroying him, driving him near insanity.

The Fallen Angels had succeeded.



"... I... failed."

EVERYTHING IS STUNTED AND LOST...