Get Out Alive

Chapter 11

Hey guys! Sorry for the late upload, but take these random words in a strategic order instead! :D It was hard for me to write this chapter, but I liked doing it in a way. This is a tender side of Janssen.

Song and pic to da riiight! Picture is of Janssen, only Janssen is more muscular with green eyes. But I like the intensity of Alex's, it's so.... raw :D

~I tell you know you can't win this~

~I wont let it show that I'm not always flying, so on the way down, I'll watch you, watch you burn~

***Janssens POV***

"Actually," I started, never taking my eyes off of her, "They might not have killed him." Her head swung towards me, hope rising in those deep, warm chocolate eyes. Something in me soared at that, the fact that I was able to bring that hope back to her. She looked dead before, so devoid of any happiness. It killed me inside. I kept looking in those astoundingly innocent pools of cocoa, silently begging her not to give up hope. She had strength, I saw it when she first fired back at me. It shocked me, how she could maintain such an innocence and still be so strong.

I knew Aurora was looking at me, but I kept looking at Abby. I couldn't seem to look away. "How is that so, honey?" She asked.

"Demons... They don't always kill their victims. Sometimes they hold him captive when they need something. They could be holding him captive to get you." I would know, I was his keeper. But they didn't know that. They couldn't find out.

"So he's as good as dead then, right?" Abby's friend, Piper, asked. I watched as Abby's face slowly fell, the hope fading once again. I hated seeing her like this, hurting. It was different for me, feeling this. She had already captivated me. He couldn't find out.

I turned to look at Piper, the heavy black eyeliner re-applied under her bright blue eyes. You couldn't even tell she had been crying. "I don't know, Maybe. He might wish he was dead. But there's a high chance that he could still be alive." Piper gave me a suspicious look, and I ignored it, pretending like she didn't affect me. She was strange, unlike any human, demon, or angel I had ever met before, and I would grudgingly admit that she intimidated me. The first human to ever intimidate a demon.

Because that's what I was. I was a demon. A different type of demon, though. No one had ever seen anything like me before, and that put me on the top of His shit list. The good one, not the bad one. I had wings, like the angels, but I was sent to hell. I was like a son to Him, and he was my abusive father. I didn't have the form that other demons had, which made some of them jealous, and gave the other ones reason to pick a fight. I learned quickly. They don't try to pick fights with me anymore. Satan kept me close to him, and when he heard about Abby, I was sent to do his dirty work.

"I'll take it." Her voice jolted me out of my dark thoughts, "There's a chance he's alive, Piper. I'm not going to let him die. You know he'd try to save me, too." I felt a pang inside of me at the love she held for him, and I ignored it, knowing that he would. That much was obvious. She's usually all that human talks about. I was his keeper, but I didn't torture him like most of the demons would. He was actually pretty nice to talk to. I found myself liking him, even though I knew I shouldn't get attached. Yet here I was, attached to two humans I would have to ultimately kill.

"But what about fighting them? You couldn't fight them before, why would you be able to fight them now?" Piper asked.

"Well, I'm going to go on a limb here and say that if the big guy gave me this aura thingy, then He wouldn't have left me unable to defend myself with it."

Aurora nodded, her head moving like a ahold. "Yes, dear! That is exactly right! But you need training to reach your abilities. They are lying dormant inside of you."