running into azrael
Bethany started walking home from the grocery store. She had been out to get some last-minute items and it had taken her a while to find a grocery store that was open, but she eventually had found one. She shivered and pulled her jacket tighter around her as she walked to her car, the evening had gotten considerably colder.
She bumps into a man walking down the sidewalk. He's wearing a white suit and hat. He grins up at her. "Well well well, if it isn't the last scion! And I DO stress the word LAST. All ready for the jolly fat fuck to slide inside your chimney?"
She drops her groceries and backs away, crossing her arms over her stomach, scared but looking determined. "What do you want, Azrael? Are things not entertaining enough in Hell, you have to come torment me here? What the FUCK is your problem?"
"Well ya see.. princess." he sneers. "I've been thinking a little bit about what we talked about before, and I thought what a fucking GREAT christmas present it would be to the world if the last scion was gone, poof." He snaps his fingers and a puff of smoke rises from them.
She shakes her head furiously. "No. No, you can't. I won't let you."
"Oh please, like you can stop me. I don't see your tubby ass boyfriend with the golf club or his loud mouthed little fuckbuddy anywhere, do you?" He grins and starts to approach her.
She backs up, reaching frantically in her pockets for the pepper spray attached to her keys. She aims it at him, glaring, trying not to show the fear she's feeling.
"Be my guest, girly. I like it spicy." There's suddenly a buzzing sound behind her and the sound of rollerblades. "You remember the triplets, don't you?"
An anguished scream rips from Bethany's throat. Frustrated, angry, and scared, she throws the canister at Azrael with all her might. "What the fuck do you want from me? Why do you keep doing this?"
"Are you really that stupid? Honestly, lady.. what the fuck is wrong with your head? We want you dead. Now, who should we kill first? You or the baby? Or maybe we should wait til it's born, it's more fun when they scream."
"Because I helped stop your little plan to end all existence? Is that why you want me dead? Since you couldn't succeed in doing that, you want to kill me? FINE! I can accept that! But it is fucking childish and SICK to kill a baby!"
"Oh... boo hoo.. your words, they sting." He rolls his eyes.
She glares, reaches for a nearby rock, and throws it at him. She sees another, picks it up, and throws that at him too. She keeps thrown rocks at him until she drops to her knees, crying out of shame, anger, and fear.
She eventually croaks out in a small, strained voice. "I'm not going to let you hurt her. Ever."
He laughs at her. "You wish you had a choice" He steps in closer, black energy swirling around his hand and he touches her stomach. "I'd love to say it was nice knowing you two."
"DON'T!" She gets up, clutching at her stomach and backing away. She takes several deep breaths, looking at the ground. "What will it take for you not to kill her?"
"Hmmm... your life for hers?"
She thinks about it, then nods. "Fine."
"Done!" he drives the black fist into her stomach. "You're going to die in childbirth Bethany... how does it feel to know she'd have nobody in this world to care for her? Not that it matters, I may have forgotten to mention this but.. she's too premature to live." he laughs.
She gasps as she's punched, looking up at him. "NO! I thought...after she was born..."
"You thought wrong. Merry Christmas, Scion." he laughs and vanishes.
IshouldhaveknownIshouldhaveknownohfuckshe'scomingandit'swaytooearlyfuckfuckfuckI'msuchanidiotFUCK.
The labor pains are already starting as Bethany sits there, clutching her stomach and sobbing. A look of determination suddenly crosses her face. NO. I'm not gonna let this happen. She is NOT going to die. She struggles and gets up, running to her car.