[Sarah]

The sound of metal clanging would be forever burned into her memory. It was an awful screeching sound, like nails clawing at a chalk board. Now days though who even remembered that? There were no chalk boards in this time. Everyone was either an angel or a demon or some sort of machine working for either side, and that was okay she hated mortals and now mortals hated mortals so it would all work out eventually, soon there would only be angels and demons and robots.

[Sarah]

It didn’t matter if mortals lived or died because angels and demons found they could reproduce.  With the immortality from diseases and age the only thing stopping either side was the rival side, and sometimes in the case of demons themselves. Her breath came in short gasps; yup she had definitely broken ribs. Crying out as the two bots picked her back up. She felt the strain on her wrist as they held her up by her arms.

[Sarah]

A new wave of tears met her eyes, smearing her mortal body’s makeup, and soaking her chin in a very uncomfortable itchy way. Hate spread through her, she may not know who this Capitan guy was exactly but she could take a pretty good guess. Sickened to her very core she sincerely hoped that nothing would happen to her. That or this voice would show itself and help her out of here. They were going down another long hallway, this one was made purely out of metal and the clunking of metal on metal was driving her nuts. It felt similar to the torture some cultures still punished its civilians by.

[Sarah]

She closed her eyes tight hopping it was all a dream and she would wake up in her apartment to start the day over. It was no use she knew this was the real deal. He would not have been here if it was only a dream. He had that way about him. He could wipe himself from your memory in an instant like you never met him or saw him or spoke with him. And then he could place a faint memory of himself inside you so that he seemed familiar, and dangerous. No one she had met had ever remembered any meeting with him.

[Sarah]

A door appeared off to her right, one that they happened to stop at. “Welcome to your new home.” One of the bots laughed. They tossed her in, not caring that she had broken bones. Her powers still evaded her so she was not able to mend her bones together. She was not a skilled healer, but she knew some basics and she would at least be able to mend broken bone. Though it wouldn’t be pretty and if she was stuck in her human form it would cost her more energy than she had.

[Sarah]

“Well, looks like you need help.” The voice spoke up again, making Vella jump. “Yes please.” Vella whimpered still looking around; E was still with her so at least she still had her eyesight. “hmm, let me see what I can do about these shackles, they seem to be hindering your magic.” The voice moved and was behind her now. She felt cold hands grip the chains and with a soft pull her hands where free. It took everything Vella had to not scream in agony.

[Sarah]

With her hands free she started working on mending her broken wrist; she could do more with both hands working. She felt the shackles slip off of her feet. Then a metal clang at the back of the cell as they were thrown into the darkness. Vela kept quiet not wanting to scare this voice away; maybe it would help her out of the cell. “Well, what are you doing just sitting there, you must have questions.” A smug voice sounded through the metal.

[Sarah]

“God damn you Scarlet.” She growled looking over towards the demon lucain. A toothy grin met her angry look. “He already did.” Scarlet said giggling a little, she had always wanted to say that. She was in an astounding good mood; Vella had weakened her so bad she had been forced back into hell. Now she was back with more energy than when she started. "Glad to see you still have your stupid sense of humor." Vella said dryly.

[Sarah]

Vella finished healing the last broken rib and was pleased to see that only three had actually been broken, she would be very badly bruised and sore in the morning however. Vella doubted if she got up she would even be able to hobble about. She felt old, for one of the few times in her life as an angel she actually felt her age. She knew she was lucky that her mortal body was needed to bind her powers within her. Or else things could have ended much worse for everyone. Mostly for the crew, but once the Capitan had gotten a hold of her nothing would stop him from killing her.

[Sarah]

Now all she had to do was escape without anyone finding out, especially not the Capitan. Her wounds would be much worse if he got his hands on her again. “So what’s the plan?” Vella asked looking expectantly at the demon. If it was so bold as to help her out of her binds it must have come up with some kind of plan. “I dunno, I figured you had one.” The demon said shrugging still watching her closely. Scarlet really didn’t have a plan but it was fun to watch the angels emotions flash across her face.

[Sarah]

Vella hung her head and hit her palm to her forehead. She should have expected as much, demons where not ones to think things through but usually assassins where a bit better than the rest at thinking up escape routes. But Vella supposed that Scarlet rarely had to come up with any escape plan. “Well, let’s think of one quickly.” Vella snapped glaring at the demon for a few moments. “Is this metal destroyable?” she asked, some ships didn’t have magically protected prison cells, and only the master of the boat was able to set them. She knew that the current Capitan didn’t own this boat.

[Sarah]

“No it has a magic seal, but the door could be cut down.” Scarlet replied casting her gaze around the room -how odd to seal a prison cell, but leave out the door.- There was no sign of weakness in this seal, whoever owned this boat must hold powerful prisoners often. Usually locks where old and worn down, but this lock was brand new and very strong. It had also been put in by an angel, a very powerful one. It felt like a little more than that but she couldn’t tell at the moment. Scarlet knew from the moment she heard the Capitan’s voice who he was, and where she had last seen him.

[Sarah]

She knew of his reputation for wiping memories as well, but there where something’s an assassin like her had that angels like him didn’t account for. He certainly did not account for her skill, maybe on purpose but she doubted it. Cocky angels like him thought that they could beat everyone especially demons. In the end that would come back to bit him in the ass. Still they did need to find a way out of the boat without alerting him of their escape. It would be easier than either of them thought.

[Sarah]

“Let’s just big bad wolf the place and run.” Scarlet suggested studying the door wondering how easily it would separate from its hinges. “It’s not going to be that easy.” Vella sighed breaking from her thoughts for a few moments to study the room yet again. It was unnecessarily large for any prisoner and completely empty. It was spotless and left no traces that anyone had been in here before her.

[Sarah]

“It feels like there is no air coming in or out of this room.” Vella said slowly moving closer to the door. “You’re right, that’s odd.” Scarlet moved next to the angel and started pushing her nose to try and catch the smell of the inside of the ship. “What’s odd, that I’m right or that there is no air?” Vella asked sarcasm light on her voice. Scarlet smiled again, “I think it’s a little bit of both at the moment.” She reassured.