Key Eight: Bastard:


Allen dragged Ophelia into a lobby-type room. Her screams of pain only grew worse.

"Hang on!" the leader shouted.

"I can't hold it!" she cried. "It's coming! It's coming!" Allen looked over at her with a puzzled look on his face.

"What did you say?" he asked. Ophelia sank down on the floor, howling.

"The baby!" she cried. "The baby!"

"Baby?" Allen asked. "Wait… Are you…?"

"Ow!" the angel screamed again. The leader looked around for something to aid them.

"Okay!" he said. "I will try to get help."

"It's no use!" Ophelia wailed. "There's no one in this damn hospital!"

"I can't leave you like this. What am I supposed to do?"

His voice shouted to distant for her brain to grasp. Her past already caught up to her in all places. Tears began to stream down thin face. Ophelia closed her eyes, sobbing.

"I don't want to die," she said in a whisper.

"What are you talking about?" Allen asked. "You're not going to die. I won't let you. Once this baby is born, we will get out of here, find the others, and get out of this hell hole!" Ophelia reached up and grabbed onto his wrist.

"Please don't leave me…" she whispered. Allen closed his hand around hers as he sank down to his knees next to her.

"I won't leave you," he whispered back. Ophelia squeezed his hand as she let off another scream of pain through the empty halls.

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