We Live a Dying Dream


Key Six: Alma:

Jasdevi shoved Alma into a room full of red. The angel turned her head, panicked. The twins grinned, snickering.

"Have fun!" they said before turning to leave. Alma looked behind her as the doors slammed shut. She ran over and began pounding with her fists.

"Let me out!" she pleaded. "Let me out." Alma froze when she heard snickering and wheezing. Against her better judgment, her eyes trailed behind her. A pair of glowing eyes walked towards her.

"Aw, what's the matter?" their owner asked. "I just want to play." Wrinkled gray hands grabbed the angel and dragged her further into the room.

Marion walked down the hall, trembling. Allen tilted his head.

"Are you okay?" he asked. The angel reached out to touch her shoulder, but Marion slapped away his hand.

"Don't touch me," she hissed. "No, I am not okay!"


Marion took in a deep breath. She couldn't get her dear friend away from the "session" with Allen in tow tonight. It would be too risky. She clenched her fists by her sides. Alma didn't deserve this, but she needed to show Allen that he had no chance of escape. She led him up to an air duct just outside of the "doll house". A confused look came over Allen's face as Marion unscrewed the screws with her nails.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes, really," Marion said. She picked up Allen and shoved him into the open duct. The female angel glanced around before climbing into the vent herself.

"You're going to crawl forward and go right," she said.

"I can't move," Allen complained.

"Yes you can!"

"I can't see anything."

"You will see a different light. Just start crawling."

"Okay, okay." Allen drew in a breath and began his long crawl. Marion moved after him, resisting the urge to scream. About two and a half miles later, they came to the red. Marion's stomach dropped as she saw the powerful red through the vent. No, no. Why did they have to pick that room for her?

"So why are we here?" Allen whispered. Marion pressed her lips together and trembled.

"Look down and you will see," she said in a choked-up voice. Just by hearing her, Allen detected a hint of foreboding in that command. Against his gut instinct, the angel turned and looked down the vent.

An old man with gray skin and a dusty coat dragged Alma into the back of the room and threw her face down onto the cot. He stomped down onto her back before she had a chance to get up. Alma tried to look up, but he forced her head forward.

"Don't you move," the old man hissed. He licked the angel along her ear before ramming his snake-like tongue into it. Alma cringed. The old man stood up and whistled. Two more men in black coats stepped forward. Their general moved away from the low cot.

"She's all yours!" he said. The two men disrobed and merged into a giant faceless grey and black creature towering over their target. Alma's eyes widened when she the giant silver "drill" at his pelvis. The old man grinned with his gold and rotting teeth.

"Now the fun begins," he said, rubbing his wrinkled hands together. The faceless monster ripped open the back of Alma's dress. She screamed as the drill was pushed inside. The general sat back with his lit pipe in his mouth. He savored each pound his "nephews" inflicted on the angel. Too bad he couldn't grab him some of the action himself. The general sighed, shaking his head. This would have to do. Alma's screaming awoke up something inside of him.

"Keep screaming," he said. "He likes it." She streamed down her pretty round face. The old man reached out and caught one of them at the tip of his claw. One lick made him see the moon in its full natural beauty.

"You know, he can go on all night," the general said. "He can go in as deep as he pleases." Alma let out a hoarse scream as shed felt the drill push even deeper.

"Please," she whimpered. "Please make him-!" Another pound stole her train of thought. The general raised an eyebrow.

"Please what?" he asked. Alma couldn't speak anymore.

"Aw, don't tell me you're breaking down already," the old man said. "That wouldn't be fun." He puffed his pipe and blew smoke into her face. Her tears grew thicker before passing out. The general sat back, shrugged.

"Heh," he said. His blackened demon slowed down and turned to him. His general cut him a sharp glare.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he said, clearing his throat. "I didn't tell you to stop!" The blackened man resumed his work. His general looked at the bloody sheets on the cot underneath them. Oh dear, looks like they are going to have to change the sheets again.

In the ceiling, Marion turned to Allen. Now do you see?" she asked. "This is only the reality that we angels in Paradise have to look forward to. Do you really think that we could escape this? Do you really think that? Tell me." Allen sat back with his face drained of color and drew his knees to his bare chest shaking.

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