Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ FALLEN ❯ Day of Reckoning ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER TWO

DAY OF reckoning

I don't believe in an afterlife,

So I don't have to spend my whole life fearing Hell,

Or fearing Heaven even more. For whatever the tortures of Hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be even worse

- Isaac Asimov

 

Jensang groaned as he slowly sat up. He winced as pain surged through his right arm.

“AHH!” he hissed as he flopped back down. He looked around to find that he wasn't in his small cramped room he had grown to hate. The room he was in was much larger and much older. There were vines creeping up the stonewalls and threading their way through the floor. The orangey glow of the rising sun seeped into the room from the five large windows on the right. He was laying in a king sized bed with black, silk sheets. Panic began to set in. The last thing he remembered was being on the roof of the Inn. He blinked slowly, trying to make the room stop spinning. He screamed when two girls entered the room. Scrambling to sit up. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! WHERE AM I?! HOW DID I GET HERE?!” he yelled.

“Whoa! Whoa! Take it easy! Take it easy fly boy!” The younger looking girl yelled as she approached him cautiously. She was around the age of 14. She was bare foot with long toned, tanned legs. Tattered cut offs just barely covered her rear. They hugged her hips tightly, just above was a small stomach and a baby tee that was slightly too big. Her short brown hair shaped her face nicely; a few strands fell into her chocolate brown eyes. “Relax big boy! You're okay…for the most part.” She smiled uneasily. Jensang looked himself over, seeing that his arms and torso were wrapped in bandages. The ones around his torso slightly damp and red.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?!” he yelled.

“You see how much trouble it causes? You should have left it for dead. Or in the least taken that wing.” Spat the older one from the doorway. She had eyes the color of jade and long brown hair. She wore a scowl on her face with a beige dress. Her arms were folded across her chest.

“You don't tell me what to do up here Lin! So just shut up and get the stupid bandages!” the young girl yelled, kneeling down next to the bed. Her brow furrowed deep in thought as she stared at Jensang in bewilderment.

“I could have sworn you were dead. And to think I was about to dump your body. Man, there goes my morning.” She frowned, “If you just calm down fly boy I'll answer all your questions in an orderly fashion.” She smirked.

“WH-” Jensang took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, “Where am I?” he asked.

“You're about a mile away form East shore of Wakasa Bay. So you're in the woods in my house.” She said.

“Who are you?”

“You're savior. I dragged you all the way here and bandaged you up. The names Dawn”

“What happened to me?” he looked at his hands. Dawn was quiet.

“Let's see…I was coming back from home, I had to get a few things when I saw the Powers. Now for a second I thought they had come for me, I mean because of who my father is, you know just to spite him.” Dawn laughed. Jensang stared at this strange girl as she blabbered on, not understanding half the things she was talking about.

“Well anyway, when I looked closer, I saw the second lieutenant of the Powers, the incredibly powerful and scary Kanna. She seemed really determined to kill you. Then when it looked like she was about to give up, you got ambushed. They shot you with arrows made with Heavens fire; they didn't seem to affect you much. But then one MORE shot was fired, right between your shoulder blades, which has gotta hurt, especially for you. Anyway Kanna tried to take you out but then she moved at the last second and clipped your wing. Which lucky for you I was able to heal. You should be grateful I helped you. Most demons would have finished you off and taken your wings.”

The one named Lin came back in the room and threw a box on the bed.

“Lay down on your stomach. I've gotta change those bandages!” She smiled. Jensang felt oddly calm around this strange girl. He did as he was told and winced when she plopped down on his butt.

“What the hell do you think you're doing? Idiot!” he yelled, struggling to role over.

“Sit still will ya?!” she yelled, slapping his back. Jensang went rigid in pain and stopped struggling. He whimpered, `I didn't think it was humanly possible to be in this much pain. ' he thought with an awkward smile, biting back tears. He winced when he felt the sting of alcohol on his exposed, raw flesh.

“So…what are you?” Dawn asked, pulling out a needle and thread from the small white box. Jensang was quiet, trying to pick the best way to answer the question. “I'm human.” He whispered, his voice sounding unsure. Dawn threaded the needle skillfully. Her nimble hands began to stitch close the bloody wound. Jensang gripped the sheets.

“Were you fighting to keep your humanity? Or did you fight to protect something else?”

Dawn asked, biting the thread. She threaded the needle again and repeated the process on the left side.

“I…I don't know.” Jensang frowned. His temples throbbed as he recalled the night at the Inn. That strange woman, the death of Grey's father, and the excruciating pain the woman had caused him. He remembered the feeling of something being awakened with in him. A force that he wasn't sure he could control.
“If you're only a son of man, then why were those snooty ass angels tryin ta kill ya?” Dawn yanked at the needle. Jensang grunted, glaring over his shoulder at her.

“Sorry.” She smiled. Jensang closed his eyes. Not wanting to answer any more of Dawn's questions. He didn't want to think about what happened. It would only bring up more questions that he didn't know the answers to.

“There! All done!” Dawn stood up on the bed and hopped onto the floor. “Now get out of my house or feel the wrath of Dawn! Seventh daughter of Lucifer! Future queen of Hell!” Dawn yelled, stomping out of the room. Jensang rolled his eyes and sat up slowly, ignoring the pain. He smiled to himself. `Kids these days. Big imaginations. ' He thought. He felt someone's eyes on the back of his neck as if wanting to make it explode. He glanced over his shoulder to see Lin glowering at him. She shook her head, her brow furrowed as she walked by him, throwing clothes into his lap.

“Thanks?” He yelled after her as she slammed the door to the room. Jensang changed quickly wondering how long he'd been here.

“You're name.” The sound of Lin's voice made him jump. He pulled the black shirt over his head and turned around. “What?”

“You're name. What is it? She can't keep calling you flyboy for the rest of you're life.” she growled.

“I'm Kiddo, Jensang, age 15.” He said, bowing his head. He felt like he was in front of the class as she stared at him.

“You're the first human I've met with wings. We shall meet again Mr. Kiddo.” She smirked, disappearing around the corner of the doorway.

 

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Jensang took in a breath of fresh air when he finally made it outside. The sun began to peak over the horizon. The waves teasing the shore as high tide rolled in. He squinted through the early morning fog, seeing the silhouette of the Inn a few yards away. How long had it been since he'd fallen? He shook his head, frowning as his eyes tried to find somewhere to escape the questions he was facing. `It's official, I'm insane. ' He thought, recalling the events that had taken place on that very rooftop. He remembered being thrown through the roof, which he shouldn't have survived. He remembered miraculously waking up with no evidence of ever being injured. And the winged woman that filled him with unbridled anger and fear. Wings. Humans don't have wings. He sighed. Angels? He snorted, that's what Dawn had called them. He erupted into laughter. He didn't believe in God or His so-called “holy messengers.” Jensang winced as his sides began to hurt. Jensang grabbed the back of his head and dropped to his knees when something slammed into it, landing onto the sand in front of him.

“Hey! You forgot these!” Dawn yelled from one of the various balconies. He glared over his shoulder at her. He turned his attention to the small velvet box in front of his feet. He opened the case and smiled in relief. The cross and the prayer beads lay secure inside. He grimaced and took out the beads. Five were missing. “Ancestor's my foot. Cheap ass beads.” He grumbled, throwing them into the water. He huffed irritably and slowly began to make his way back to society.

 

#

 

He quietly pushed open the door to his house. Though he didn't have a watch, Jensang knew it was just a little after 7:00. Lee was just sitting down to a cup of coffee and Mae had just slammed the garage door shut as she left for work. Jensang cursed under his breath and tucked his hands into his pockets, hanging his head, as he always did when he came in after curfew.

“How long?”

Jensang jumped when he realized that that voice didn't belong to Lee. He peeked into the kitchen and smiled when he saw Lee's best friend, Derrick Seki. Jensang had stayed with him for a year after his mother had died.

“Six days.” Lee glared into his cup of coffee. “He's gone missing before but…not like this. Normally we'd get a call from one of his friends, but-”

“So instead of calling the police, you called me?” Derrick stood up, outraged.

“Well Mae thought-”

“Why the hell would you listen to Mae? She hates him! She doesn't care if he's alive or dead.”

“And why do you care so much Derrick? He's not you're son. Is he?” Lee chuckled in a spiteful way. Derrick looked at his hands. He balled them into fists.

“How long have you known?” he hissed.

“I had my suspicions when he was born. But when he was six, I knew for sure. He looks just like you.” Lee growled. Jensang gasped, as his hand shot up to his right arm. He was seething with anger, the memory all too fresh in his mind.

 

#

Jensang sat in the back seat of his teacher's car, his legs swinging from the seat. He was six and his dad had forgotten to pick him up.

“Thank you Teacher!” he smiled, hopping out of the car as he slammed the car door shut. He skipped to his front door, he was happy, he would be going on a field trip next week and he's gotten a smiley face on his spelling test. He pushed open the door.

“Mommy! Mommy I got-” Jensang stopped as he saw his mother struggling with his father.

“Run Jensang!” yelled his mother. Lee slapped her out of the way and wobbled a bit before pointing a gun at Jensang. He stood there, paralyzed with fear as tears stung the corners of his eyes.

“Da-dy?” he whispered. The gun fired and he screamed as the bullet ripped through his right arm. Jensang gripped his arm tightly, blood careening over his small fingers. The gun fired again and he squeezed his eyes shut. Fresh blood splatters on his face, his eyes snapping back open. He saw his mother smiling at him.

“I love you Jensang.” she whispered. She hit the floor and didn't move.

“M-mommy?” Jensang whimpered, kneeling down next to her. “Get up! Get up!” he cried, shaking her with his bloody hand.

“YOU LITTLE BASTARD! DON'T TOUCH HER WITH YOU'RE FILTHY HANDS! I'LL KILL YOU!” screamed Lee, as he aimed the gun at Jensang's forehead. The door was broke down and Lee was tackled to the floor. Jensang looked up at the stairs where 14 year old Take stood, staring back at him, trembling. The phone was clutched in his hand tightly as he sat down on the step, biting his lower lip.

#

 

Jensang blinked back tears and glanced back into the kitchen. It all made sense now. Why he was treated differently by everyone in his family. He was the bastard child. He looked up and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Why the hell didn't you tell me earlier Lee?” he chuckled “I would have run away sooner.” He ran his fingers through his hair. Lee and Derrick ran into the hallway. Lee looked genuinely surprised. Derrick stared at Jensang, he was barely breathing.

“J-Jensang I… I didn't mean for you to-” he stepped forward. Jensang punched him, hitting him square in the jaw. Derrick stumbled backwards before falling to the floor.

“You!” he laughed. “Oh you bastard! After I begged to stay with you! You! You could have saved me from all this shit dad! You bitch!” Jensang yelled, pinning Derrick to the ground as he punched him again and again. Lee hooked Jensang's arms in his and pulled Jensang off.

“Get the fuck off me!” he yelled, elbowing Lee in the jaw. Lee let go and clutched his cheek. “You little shit!” he growled, punching Jensang in the back of the neck. Jensang fell to his knees; he glared over his shoulder at Lee.

“Calm yourself Jensang. If you'll just come in the kitchen we'll talk about this like adults.” Lee said in the voice he used to subdue his mental patients. Derrick sat up and shook his head. Jensang stood up, fuming.
“STAY DOWN!” he yelled. Derrick hid his face behind his arms, struggling against this invisible force. He flew back, slamming into the corner of the closet as he tumbled further down the hall.

“What the hell did you -”Lee began, his breath caught in his throat as Jensang walked past him. He winced as a cut appeared on his cheek. Jensang flung open the door and walked out.

 

#

 

Jensang stopped; he'd been running for 10 minutes. He looked around and saw he was at Grey's house. He grabbed his sides, soar with pain. Jensang looked at his hand, coated in light red. He had reopened his wounds. He squatted down and began to get that feeling again. Like something trying to force its way out. Like he was fading away. He put his head in his hands and took deep breaths.

“J-Jensang?” he turned around and saw Grey, staring at him in disbelief from the door. Jensang grunted and turned his head. He smiled weakly. Grey gulped and ran to hug his friend.
“God! I thought you were dead.” He whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek. Jensang held on tightly to Grey, the feeling slowly began to ebb away into a dull ach.

Grey handed Jensang a Pepsi and sat down on the opposing black leather couch.

“Wow, the drama never ends for you, does it?” Grey frowned after listening to Jensang's version of what happened when he got home.

“So…um…do you know what happened? To my dad I mean…and where were you?” Grey looked up. Jensang looked at his Pepsi can. “I…” he stopped, telling Grey the truth would only end him up in a mental institution. “I don't know what happened to your dad. I blacked out. When I came to I was on the beach.” He whispered. Grey looked down. His father was important to him. With his mother barely ever being home, all they had was each other, and of course they had his little sister, but she was too young to care. “Oh.” Grey whispered back.

“I'm sorry.”

“It's alright . . . he lived a good life. So…what are you going to do?”

“What are you talking about?” Jensang took a sip of his Pepsi. Grey gave him a stern look. He shrugged and put his feet up on the glass coffee table. “I guess… I guess I'll just move in with Take. It's not like Lee and Mae actually want me living there. So might as well mooch off of Take until I can afford a place of my own.”

“But Take lives all the way in America. Wh-what about-” Grey frowned.

“Grey what else do I have left here?” Jensang sighed; irritated by the sudden turn the conversation had taken.
“You have me Jin. You know…you're best friend!”

“…Things change Grey. I just…I can't stay here anymore.” Jensang looked down.

“Oh…I understand.” Grey stood up. “You can call Take in the morning.” He walked past Jensang with out so much as a glance. He frowned when he heard Grey's door slam shut. He took a deep breath before taking another sip of his drink. “I guess I can't blame him for being angry.” He mumbled. Jensang stretched out on the sofa and drifted off to sleep.

 

#

 

Jensang hung up the phone and sighed, “Dammit! I call him for help and he bites my head off!” he growled.

“Well you were missing for a week.” Grey smirked.

“Six days.”

“He came all the way back from his conference in Tokyo to help look for you and then you suddenly leave home again with out a word to him. What did you expect?” he laughed. Jensang crossed his arms and glared at Grey as he mumbled something under his breath.

“So what did he say?” Grey flopped down on his bed. Jensang put his hands behind his head and lay on the floor. “He said that if I wanted to come with him, I have to pass all my classes. Jeez what a pain.” He sighed and rolled over onto his side.

“Ha! You're going to be stuck in summer school!” Grey chuckled. Jensang shrugged awkwardly. “The only reason I don't go to school is because it's too easy. I could graduate now if I wanted to!”

“Well I'll make it interesting. If you're…interested, that is.” Grey rolled over onto his side.

“I'm listening.” Jensang looked up at him.

“If you come out of school with all A's, I'll give you 600 American dollars.”

“No shit? Really?”

“It's the least I can do. You know since you're gunna be starting you're new life and all.” Jensang smiled and stared up at the ceiling.

“You know, I always hoped that we'd cross the stage together. I mean we've been together since-”

“Kindergarten.” Jensang smiled weakly.

“Yeah.” Grey smiled, “I guess you can stay with us till the end of the school year.” Jensang shook his head. “No way! I'm a lone wolf! With dark secrets! I need my solitude!” Jensang bellowed; he hoped Grey would think he was joking. Jensang frowned when it got uncomfortably quiet. Grey laughed, breaking the silence “You're stupid.”

“Well you must be stupider since you're laughing at a stupid person!” They stared at each other before bursting into laughter. This is as good as life would get for Jensang from this point on.

 

#

 

Jensang pushed open the door to his room, he was exhausted. Lee and Mae had just finished yelling at him. They told him that Derrick had been hospitalized because of his `reckless actions'. Not like it was the first time Jensang had put someone in the hospital. Beating a person to a bloody pulp is okay as long as he's not the one throwing first punch. Self-defense, he smirked as he fell forward onto his bed, grunting when he hit the bare mattress. He kicked off his shoes and reached for the bottle of pills on his nightstand. Empty. Both containers were empty.

Jensang pulled the comforter around him as his eyelids got heavier and heavier. He had been taking medication that Lee had prescribed to him for depression, delusions, and night terrors, even though it seemed worst when he took them. Lately he'd been dreaming about Grey's bloody and horrible demise at his hand. Reluctantly he admitted that he missed his old dreams that depicted him dying by the hands of a winged woman. Jensang squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that he would sleep so soundly that he wouldn't dream at all.

 

#

 

Jensang sighed as the teacher lectured on and on about history. He didn't understand the purpose of having a history class. Who cares what happened all the way back then. All that mattered today was the here and the now. He sighed again and turned the page in his book. He smiled to himself; it was finally the last day of school. After the agonizingly boring month and a half of being `held hostage' in school. Going to all his classes, doing all his homework, and sucking up to the teachers as much as he could, it was finally the last day of school. He scowled down at his book and shook his head at the fact that they were doing bookwork. He slammed his book shut, disrupting the silence.

“Is there a problem Mr. Okinawa?” Mr. Washington placed the thick textbook on his desk as he crossed his arms. Jensang looked down at his fingernails, plucking the dirt from beneath them.

“Mr. Kiddo.” Mr. Washington sighed.

“Yes Charles there is a problem.” Jensang smirked triumphantly. Mr. Washington frowned. “And what might that be?” He asked, irritated.

“You're still teaching! It's the last day of school! Hell! Half the class isn't even here!”

“Watch you're language Mr. Kiddo! There is still-” Mr. Washington looked up at the clock, “St-still f-five more minutes left of school!” he fidgeted with his glasses nervously. Jensang stared at him giving him a give-it-up-already-before-things-get-ugly sort of look. Mr. Washington gulped and sighed. “Just go!” he growled. Everyone ran for the door as the few people in the class dispersed into the hallway.

“Thanks Charles!” Jensang patted him on the shoulder on his way out. “And have a good summer!” Jensang sighed and closed the door, he smiled to himself. He'd be going to London in a little less than three days.

“Hey!” Grey yelled, wrapping his arm around Jensang's neck. Jensang smirked and pushed him away.

“So your last days in Japan huh?”

“Yeah.” Jensang frowned.

“Well I'm gunna take you out.” Grey smirked, throwing his arm over Jensang's shoulder as he pushed him down the hall.

“Where?”

“Don't worry about it!”

“Where's my money?” Jensang held out his hand.

“Don't worry about it.” Grey smiled. Jensang glared at him.

“Cheapskate” he mumbled. Grey laughed as they walked out of the school for the summer, for Jensang, the last time.

 

#

 

Jensang struggled against his bonds if you could see his eyes he'd be glaring. “Where the hell are you taking me?” He growled. Grey had told him that they would meet in front of the school at eight o-clock.

When he got there he saw Riku Hikari, the boy he'd always get into fights with. He was crouched over, holding a short stalk of bamboo in his hands. The sweet aroma of black and mild filled his nose as he stood a few steps away.

“What the hell are you doing here shit head?” he growled crossing his arms.

“Waiting for you of course.” Riku glanced over his shoulder and smiled. Jensang looked around him. He was surrounded by Riku's gang.

“I don't have time for this. I'll kick your ass tomorrow!” Jensang turned around, walking slam into Bruce, the tall, scary American transfer student. Jensang laughed once, backing away. “Bruce! Have you lost some weight? You look good man.” he clapped his hands together. Bruce scowled at him and punched at Jensang's stomach. He blocked skillfully. Jensang gasped and fell on all fours. A tear rolled down his cheek as pain surged through his back. He glanced over his shoulder. Riku smiled insanely as he gripped the piece of bamboo tighter.

“Cocky piece `o' shit!” Riku smacked his back with the bamboo again. Jensang slammed into the ground, withering in pain. “Alright boys, you know what to do.”

And now Jensang found himself blind folded his hands and fore arms bound behind his back. He stopped dead in his tracks, refusing to take another step. “Where the hell are you taking me?” he yelled again. Riku grabbed him by the hair and forced his head down. “Listen Kiddo if we were on my terms you know I would have beat you're ass by now, but we're not. So shut you're face or I'll break you're jaw.” He smacked him. Jensang grunted and kept moving. He sighed when they made him stop again.

“What now?” he growled. He grunted when the blindfold was jerked off his head.

“SURPRISE!” everyone yelled. Jensang looked around. He'd thought he'd never see this place again. It was Dawn's house.

“FLY BOY!” she yelled, jumping out of the crowd, she pounced on him, sending him flying onto his back. Dawn hugged him tightly.

“G-get off me!” Jensang blushed. Lin came and pulled Dawn off of him as Riku helped him up.

“What is this?” He said, turning around to get a better look at everyone.

“Well word got around that you were leaving, so we decided to get together and throw you a little going away party.” Grey smiled, stepping out of the crowd with two beers in his hand. Jensang glared at him. Grey rubbed the back of his neck and laughed, embarrassed. “Uh. . . Riku, could you possibly untie him now?” Grey smiled. Riku sucked his teeth and pulled out a pocketknife, freeing Jensang's limbs. Grey handed Jensang a beer and held his up.

“Here's to you kid.” He smirked before taking a swig. Jensang smiled and walked off into the crowd. Greeted by the many people he'd encountered over the last few years. He stopped when he saw a man standing in the back of the room. He was dressed in all black with short black hair and eyes, a luminous yellow. The strange man looked down and smiled. Jensang flinched and turned his head, shaking it. The light had been playing with his eyes. He gasped, the man now standing in front of him. “We would like to have word, Mr.

Kiddo.” He smiled. Jensang gagged, the man wreaked of sulfur. He covered his nose and mouth as he looked around, time seemed to stop. He was surrounded by men dressed in black. The one behind him cocked a gun and held it to his back. “Doesn't look like I have a choice.” He grunted.

They walked out onto the balcony. The man spread his arms and turned around. “It's cold!” he rubbed his arms. Jensang stared at him, dumbfounded. It was seventy degrees and this odd man with cat eyes was cold.

“What do you want?” Jensang sighed.

“It's not you I want. I hold no grudge against you. It's what's inside of you that…interest me.” He smiled. “But all will be revealed in due time.”

“Look pal I don't know what you're talking about but-”

“Mr. Kiddo I really don't have time to beat around the bush with this. Have strange things been happening to you lately?” The man circled him slowly.

“Strange?” Jensang gulped.

“Winged creatures coming after you with flaming weapons? Strange dreams that always seem to come true…for the most part. Being able to understand and speak all tongues known to man and animal-”

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Jensang stepped back.

“He always was a little late. Well I suppose I have to beat around the bush.” He sighed, “Well my name is Sammael. But you may know me by Satan. I-” Jensang began to laugh.

“You're crazy.” He smirked as he began to walk away. Two men grabbed his arms and turned him around. He looked up and glared at Satan.

“Listen Mr. Kiddo, I am here because I want to witness the awakening and death of my enemy. And I would like to do so before he shows up.” He smiled. Jensang flinched; Satan's face so close to his. His yellow eyes searching for something. There was a strong gust of wind that passed within seconds. Satan groaned irritably. “Too late.” He cocked his head to the side and smiled.

“Satan.” A voice growled. Jensang glanced over Satan's shoulder and gasped. A tall man stood a few feet ahead of him. He was wearing silver armor with a gold trim. The man removed the helmet from his head and held it at his side.

Jensang thought he looked like a vision with the armor contrasting with his dark skin. His dreads cascading over his broad shoulders. He wore a scowl on his handsome features, the moonlight gleaming in his golden eyes. Behind him stood the woman that haunted Jensang's dreams, raven black locks that fell over her shoulders and lips painted dark red. She smiled as a wave of fear washed over him. “Kanna.” Jensang whispered.

“Camael! Long time no see Capitan. Oh…wait! That's right! Still only first lieutenant after- Oh! God only knows how long.” Satan smiled wickedly, “Then again this whole lap dog thing always seemed to fit you.” Satan smirked as he turned around, holding out his arms. Camael glared at him. “What? No hug?” Satan frowned.

“What are you doing here?” Camael tensed.

“Relax old friend. I come here not to raise arms against you. Tonight, we fight for the same cause.” He bowed slightly. Camael stood to his full height and cracked his neck.

“So be it.” He whispered. Kanna gawked at him in disbelief.

“You can't be serious?” she hissed. Camael glared at her out of the corner of his eyes. Kanna looked down.

“Forgive me lieutenant. I spoke out of place.” She mumbled. Camael focused his gaze back on Jensang. He struggled against the two men restraining him.

“Let him go boys.” Satan smiled. They did as their master had commanded and stepped away. Jensang stared at Satan, Camael and Kanna, all ready to attack if he moved. Jensang crossed his arms. The hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

“Why do all the weirdoes come after me? Is there some anti-Jensang organization that I don't know about?” he smirked, trying to keep his cool. He figured they could probably smell fear anyway. Camael summoned his flaming sword to his hands, it glowed several different shades of blue, the darkest at the hilt. He swung the sword. It hissed and spat as it sliced through the air. Jensang jumped back. The tip of the sword narrowly missing his flesh. The sword ended up splitting a small plant in the corner in two, setting it a blaze. Jensang looked at the plant and then at Camael, his sword clenched in both hands, legs spread apart. He smirked, sending chills down Jensang's spine. This man was powerful. Satan cackled from behind him. Jensang turned his head as Satan brought down his weapon upon Jensang's shoulder, slicing through the unprotected skin. Blood erupted from the deep gash as Jensang stared at Satan, standing in front of him. He was agile. In his hand he held a black, snake sword. It groaned quietly in the wake of Jensang's wound.

“Never take your eyes off me boy! Or the fun will be over all too soon.” He smiled a twisted smile as the blade recoiled. Jensang screamed. Satan licked the blade, eyeing

Jensang seductively. “You taste like him. I'm going to have fun devouring you child.”

Jensang glanced over his good shoulder. Music blared from the recently unfrozen party. He bolted back indoors hoping that the confusion and dim lighting of the party would throw them off if only for a little while. He plunged deeper and deeper into the large mesh of people as they danced to the fast pace rhythm of the music blaring from near by speakers. Karin grabbed his arm, Jensang screamed through gritted teeth. She looked at her hand and gasped.

“What the hell happened to you?” she whispered.

“L-let me go!” Jensang stammered. His gut twisted when he heard Camael yell in frustration not too far behind him.

“What's the rush? It's just a scratch. Besides you owe me a dance.” she smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jensang felt a dull wave wash over him as her fingers tickled the nape of his neck.

“It's the least you can do since you're leaving and everything.” She smiled when he rested his hands on her hips. “You know Jensang I may act like I don't like you but I do. I like you a lot.”

“Uh-huh” he whispered.

“Kiss me and no matter what. Don't let go.” She whispered. No! Run away! They'll find me! Jensang screamed in his head, though his body didn't do as instructed. He dipped Karin, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. He looked ahead of him Camael and Satan stood, watching. He looked down at Karin; his hands were trembling as he pressed his lips to hers.

“What the hell are we doing?” Satan spat, “I want to kill him!”

Camael put out his arm, stopping Satan from advancing.

“She knows what she's doing.” He smirked, watching his protégé work her `magic'.

“Let go of me!” Karin whimpered as she struggled against him. Jensang grabbed her wrist and kissed her again.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?” Grey yelled, pulling Jensang away from her. Karin clutched the back of Grey's shirt.

“I tried to stop him but he wouldn't let go!” she cried. The music stopped and the lights came on. All eyes were on them.

“What? You think you can do whatever the hell you want just because you're leaving? Huh? Is that it?” Grey yelled shoving Jensang back into the stonewall. Jensang grunted and shook his head. He scowled at Grey.

“What the hell did you push me for?” he yelled, pushing Grey back with his good hand.

“Tell me what in God's name gave you the audacity to try to force yourself on my girlfriend! Am I supposed to feel sorry for how pathetic you are? HUH?” Grey yelled, sucker punching Jensang in the face. Jensang stared at Grey, outraged. His hand went to his nose, blood lightly coating his fingertips. “Okay. You come out of the blue and accuse me of shit you know I'd never do! Best friend my ass!” to Jensang growled, walking away.

“So this is it? You-you're just gunna leave it like this?” Grey yelled. Jensang glared at him. Grey smirked. “Good! Because there's a hell of a lot I want say to you!”

“Then say it!” Jensang yelled, as he kept walking, he glanced around the room for any sign of Camael or Satan. Maybe they had gotten bored and left, he hoped they had gotten bored and left. His shoulder throbbed irritably as the room began to spin.

“You're nothing but a bitch ass coward!” Grey yelled. Jensang stopped and turned around.

“What did you say?” he barked.

“You heard me! You're running away again! Just like you did in 8th grade. You're the one who told me that I should climb the damn tree! And then you left me there when the teacher came! Because of you I broke my leg!” Grey yelled. Jensang stopped in mid-step but did not turn. He shook his head and kept walking. He stopped again when Grey's shoe came in contact with the back of his head.

“Don't you take one more step! All this crap over a girl?! You inconsiderate fuck! How dare you say you're my best friend? You think you can just leave?!” Grey yelled, shoving Jensang.

“Stop it.” Jensang growled. He had never seen Grey this angry with him before.

“And if I don't? Huh? What the hell are you going to do about it?” he growled back, shoving Jensang again.

“I don't want to-” Grey's fist slammed into Jensang's jaw, cutting him off.

“Hit me!” he yelled.

“Get out of my way.” Jensang clenched his fist.

“The only way you're getting out of here is in a body bag!” Grey spat, punching Jensang again. “HIT ME!” he yelled again.

“You're out of your fucking mind.” Jensang mumbled, looking into Grey's eyes. He didn't deserve this. Grey tackled Jensang to the floor. He brought his arm back ready to punch again. Jensang stared up at him. He would never strike Grey, ever. Grey began to tremble.

“I hate you!” Grey hissed, “You're a pathetic piece of shit and I hate you.” Grey pushed off the floor and stood up slowly. Jensang sat up, his heart swelled within his chest. He had heard those words countless times, but it hurt most when it came from Grey.

“Best friend my ass!” Jensang yelled. Grey stopped. He turned around and charged at Jensang, slamming him into the wall.

Satan sighed as he watched the spectacle unfold.

“You angels and your elaborate plots. Trying not to get you're hands dirty eh?” he chuckled, nudging Camael in the side. Camael scowled as he looked at Satan.

“Manipulation is a fine skill. Something a barbarian like you would never understand. You see, Kanna finds the weakness in a person's heart and draws it out, twisting it into whatever she pleases. Rage, hatred, guilt. It takes years to master and is less barbaric than charging in and slaughtering innocents” he spat. Satan scoffed in disbelief.

“They're humans. None of them are innocent.” Camael fell silent, as if dismissing the conversation. He watched as Jensang and Grey began to fight. He sighed, rolling his eyes disapprovingly. Humans were odd animals that God treasured so dearly. To him they were disgusting, filthy creatures that dared to defy the Lord of Lords. He turned his attention back to the fight when he heard Jensang scream.

Jensang hit the floor again, clutching his broken hand. He burst into sobs of pain.

“Come on! What happened to you're reputation as a bad ass? You can't even beat me!” Grey cackled. Jensang stared up at him.

“Shut up!” he growled, standing up. He clenched his good hand into a fist and charged at Grey. He was just like everyone else. How could ever have trusted and relied on someone as much as he did Grey. Jensang squeezed his eyes shut as he felt that feeling again. That pain that took hold of his heart, loosing himself in that fiery bliss called rage. His fist came into contact with Grey's stomach. Blood flew from Grey's mouth, his body went stiff. Jensang stepped back, staring into Satan's cat-like eyes. Grey gasped, gripping the snake sword that impelled him through the stomach. His mouth, open in a silent scream.

“I was getting bored. Your friend was in my way.” He purred, kicking Grey off his sword. Grey's rigid body slammed into Jensang. He gasped and held on to Jensang tightly.

“I'm…I'm so sorry…I didn't…I don't know-oh God! I don't want to die!” Grey whimpered, clawing at his back. A tear rolled down Jensang's cheek, this was the Grey he knew. And they had manipulated him. He bit his lower lip, clenching his fists. Grey stared upwards, a faint smile on his face as he fell to the ground, dead, a hole in his stomach. Blood flowed freely, filling in the crevices of the stone tile. He stared at Satan and flexed his hand.

“DAMN YOU!” He growled, throwing himself at the demon. His eyes squeezed shut. It always ended the same way. The chosen few people that were precious to him would all end up betraying him in the end. Or they would end up dead, like Grey and so many others. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, taking away the pain of his hand and shoulder. Jensang growled, punching Satan in his ugly mug. Right hook, left jab, round house kick. Satan fell flat on his back. He grimaced.

“I'm too old for games boy.” He growled. Unfurling the snake sword. It lashed out, wrapping around Jensang's neck. His hands went to his throat, trying to pull it away. He wheezed as it was pulled tighter and tighter. Jensang fell to his knees, blood trickling over the blade.

“Bad dog!” Satan hissed, retracting the sword. Jensang fell forward, the cold stone felt good against his hot face.

“Well done. I will make sure that you are rewarded for this.” Camael smiled, putting his hands on his hips as he glared down at Jensang. He began to mumble something or another about putting him in bonds. Something was calling him. He glanced around the empty room as things went in and out of focus.

Dawn and Lin were getting angrier by the second.

“HOW DARE YOU!” boomed Dawn, struggling against Lin's firm grasp on her arm. Camael looked over at her, a look of disgust on his elegant face.

“Demon, you dare bare your fangs at me?” he growled, turning his attention away from Jensang. Satan bowed in front of Dawn and Lin.

“Your highnesses! Please, allow me.” Satan purred, kissing Dawn's hand. He spun around, standing as he did and began to argue with Camael about showing the proper respect.

Jensang blinked slowly, it wasn't on the outside, it was something on the inside, beckoning for him to come inside himself once more, for the last time. He gasped as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

 

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Once more Jensang entered the dream state. The darkness with in his own mind. “The time has come.” Whispered a voice.

“Embrace your gifts and let die your enemies at our hands. Embrace me child. For with out me, you and I will surly perish.”

“How?” Jensang whispered back. He gasped when a man appeared before him. He was not much taller than Jensang with long dark hair and cloudy blue eyes. “. Eman ym yas” `Say my name. ' he kissed Jensang's forehead before pushing him back across the border, to the world of the living.

 

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Jensang gasped again. “Enod eb lliw rouy yam dna lessev ruoy sa esu ot ydob siht uoy evig I, roirraw nellaf esir, esir.” `Rise, rise fallen warrior, I give you this body to use as your vessel and may your will be done. ' he chanted. Kanna gasped and watched in awe as Jensang rose further into the air. “JENSEL!” he screamed. Power radiated from his body, sending it out in deadly waves of astral power. Camael turned his back as he held Kanna to his chest, shielding her eyes. Satan hissed and ran to hide. He floated back down, his feet hovering inches above the floor. His eyes were covered in a white film, as if he were blind. He looked at his hands and flexed them, smirking. “A physical body.” He smirked. It had been so long since he last had one. He had completely taken over the form of the child, making it his own. His hair had grown to its original length, stopping at his mid-drift. His muscular build and broad shoulders made him look ferrous.

“Jensel” Camael and Satan growled. Jensel turned his head and raised his arm, pointing at them.

“You wicked beings; I expel you from this place.” He hissed. Camael laughed an eardrum-shattering laugh.

“You? Expel me? Have you truly forgotten the position you're in? Or need I remind you?” he hissed, summoning his flaming sword. Jensel cocked his head to the side. Baffled by his former subordinates actions. He smiled, daring Camael to try to vest him with his `steel'.

“So the teacher becomes the student.” He bowed slightly. Camael charged, his sword dragging behind him.

“Perish Fallen scum!” he growled. He raised the sword above his head, ready to bring a fiery end to his former superior. He looked down at his foot to see Satan's sword wrapped around his ankle. Satan pulled hard, sweeping Camael off his feet slamming his chin into the hard stone floor.

“Sorry old friend, but he's mine!” He yelled, stepping on Camael's head.

“Damn you demon!” Kanna yelled, charging after him.

Jensel stared and smiled.

“Honored I am, truly. That the three of you would fight over who gets to kill me. Touched really.” He blinked slowly. “Kanna, do you truly hate me so much that you would sink so low as to conspire in my death? You're reflection? You're own twin brother? Just a month ago you confessed to how much you missed the sound of my voice.” he cooed walking over to her. Kanna frowned but didn't say anything. He stroked her cheek gently.

“You take your filthy hands off her!” Camael yelled, swinging his sword wildly. Jensel backed away, ducking and dodging each blow. Camael screamed and thrusted the sword at Jensel's belly. He gawked when Jensel's feet touched down on the flaming sword.

“You're a bit rusty my friend.” He back flipped off the tip of the sword, landing gracefully a few feet away, his hands behind his back.

“You are NO FRIEND OF MINE!” Camael yelled, charging again.

Jensel smirked as Camael huffed and puffed. He let go of his sword, it dispersed into a cloud of smoke before it hit the ground. Kanna held her arm tightly, blood flowing freely. She grimaced as he smiled. Their efforts were valiant but in the end proved fruitless.

“My turn.” Jensel whispered, summoning his spiritual energy to his fingertips. Something flashed in the corner of his eye. Blood flew from his parted lips as he fell to the ground. He clenched his chest, trying to stop the bleeding. He screamed as the snake sword recoiled. Satan laughed from behind him.

“And they say that we are the stupid ones. All I had to do was watch from the sidelines as they tired you out, or in this case, the other way around. It was just a matter of good timing.” He smirked, swinging the blade.

“Don't-” Jensel struggled to his feet. “Count me out just yet!” he growled, blood gushing from his open wound.

“Please!” Satan smiled lashing his weapon out at Jensel, he flew back and slammed into the wall, the rest of his blood stained shirt falling away. “Don't get up.” He flicked his wrist, the sword, recoiling.

“Damn you demon!” Jensel yelled through gasping breaths. Satan flew back, slamming into the far wall. The stone crumbling beneath him as he fell back down to earth. He had forgotten about how potent astral power became when dormant.

“Damn angels, can't control their damn emotions.” He said dreamily before blacking out. Jensel stood up slowly, concentrating his power once again.

“None of you shall stand in my way ever again!” he yelled, the stone beneath him breaking away. His wounds began to sizzle as they began to cauterize and heal.

Dawn and Lin watched in fascination, terror and awe as Jensel called upon his powers.

“Wow! He's so strong!” Dawn licked her lips as she stared. Lin rolled her eyes and smacked Dawn in the back of the head. “We have to stop him before he exposes us all!”

“And just how do you suppose we stop this rampaging, sexy powerhouse!”

“Leave that to me.” Lin growled. She held her chin, wondering how and if she could stop him.

“Playing hide and seek are we?” Jensel smirked looking over at the over turned table they were behind. Dawn gasped and stopped peeking over the edge. She hugged her knees as she heard him walk over, slowly.

“Come out; come out where ever you are.” He whispered. Lin began to chant, louder as Jensel got closer.

“Return!” She sprang up; bringing her fist back to strike Jensel in the stomach, completing the spell. He grabbed her fist and wiggled his finger at her.

“This boy has given me his body in its entirety. I will not let a simple binding spell destroy that.” He smirked, throwing her back. Lin screamed when she slammed into the wall. Her body fell to the ground, limp.

“Is that all? Is that the best Heaven and Hell have to offer?” he laughed.

“My, my, my looks like I got here just in time then.” Smiled the woman from the corner. Jensel turned and gasped.

“Asuka.” He whispered. She smiled weakly.

“Who?”

“You're here.” He stared into her steely gray eyes as she stopped in front of him.

“But how?” he asked. Asuka stood on the tip of her toes, holding onto his shoulders.

“Magic.” She whispered. Jensel fell to his knees, his hands trembling.

“Damn you woman! What have you done to me?!” he yelled. All the energy felt as if it were being drained from his body. He began to feel the ach and nausea from his wounds.

“Nothing. I just placed a simple binding spell on you.” She smiled.

“Why?” he yelled as she began to walk away. “Why Asuka?” he yelled again. She stopped and turned her head.

“I'm not who you think I am Jensel.” She sighed. Jensel growled. He wouldn't allow this. He struggled to get to his feet and smiled triumphantly when he did.

“You're losing you're touch Asuka. Or are you just going soft on me for old times sake?” he smirked, taking a step forward. Jensel slammed into the ground, an invisible strain constricting him to the crater the force had made. Slowly his control over Jensang's body began to fade, as did his presence in this world. The woman knelt down next to Jensang's still body. She poked his cheek and sighed.

“You're it.” She whispered, “It won't be easy to find me though. I'm not as gaudy as you are when I'm hiding.” She smiled and kissed his forehead.

Dawn glanced around the room and everyone seemed to be still. She tried to keep her breathing steady as she dragged Lin into the safety of her room. She may not have liked her but that was still her sister. She tiptoed back into the foyer.

“Haven't you done enough here?” she yelled at the woman kneeling next to Jensang. The woman glanced over her shoulder at Dawn and smiled. Dawn grimaced, she was beautiful. Her eyes gave Dawn a sense of tranquility, of ease. Her face was flawless like her warm smile. Dawn shook her head vigorously.

“Get out of here!” she yelled. The woman scooped Jensang up in her arms and stood up carefully.

“Leave him!” Dawn yelled angrily. How dare this wench try to take him away from her? She would heal his wounds. She would take care of the powerful Jensel.

“Sorry kid, he's mine. Try again in 100 years.” The woman smirked, as she walked out onto the balcony. Dawn clenched her fist and watched as the strange woman disappeared into the night, wondering if she would ever see Jensang or Jensel again.

 

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