Superhuman (Harry Styles)

•Part Twenty Eight•

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-Harry-

Before I could comprehend the fact that Devon had turned to face me, Mara was throwing a knife at her. I didn't have any time to jump in front of her, I didn't have any time to warn her that a knife was coming for her. I literally saw her life flash before my eyes and my knees buckled. I couldn't lose her, not again. Not when I had promised her that I would never let anything happen to her again.

Gemma leaped forward, and I felt a scream building in my throat that I never released. The knife slid into her abdomen, thick and deep as the blood dripped from her.

I heard Devon scream and it broke my trance. I slammed into action, leaping forward. I grabbed Devon's arm and jerked her towards me roughly. She yelped until she realized it was me, and then she clung to me like a baby would cling to its mother. She felt nice and warm, and I never wanted to let her trembling body go. I had no idea where Mara had went, but if she killed my sister I was going to kill her, and I was going to make it hurt. She had almost killed Devon, and she probably killed my sister. I was going to make her pay, and I was going to enjoy every single little minute of it.

"Gemma!" I heard myself scream as Devon and I dropped to our knees beside her. I shifted her as gently as I could into my lap. He blood was spilling around us like a river, and I didn't know what to do.

"Please Gem, don't do this. Please don't leave me" I pleaded with her, and a look in her eyes shifted. She didn't look scared, but tired. She looked very tired.

"I'm sorry." She coughed, and I started to sob. I couldn't lose Gemma, she was my sister I couldn't lose her.

"Harry." Devon's voice was soft, gentle. I could tell by the way that she was talking, she was trying to be as gentle with me as possible.

She grabbed my hand, lacing her fingers through mine and squeezing gently. I was glad I had her with me as I watched my sister slowly die. I didn't think I would've been able to handle it had she not been there with me.

Gemma's eyes started to close, and despite myself I was screaming at her, begging and pleading with her and making promises I knew I couldn't keep. I would be a better brother if she could keep her eyes open, I would make her breakfast everyday for the rest of forever if she cold just keep her eyes open for just a little longer. Just a little longer, please.

"Gem please, please stay with me don't leave me." I sobbed. I didn't care if Lizzy was here to see me break, and Devon already had. I hugged her close, despite the fact that she was covered in blood, I didn't care. I just wanted her to be okay, I didn't want her to leave me.

But she had to, she had to go. Even if I didn't want her too. I had to be a big boy and let her go.

I laid her down gently. Looking into her eyes I could already tell that she was long gone, and that I couldn't save her. I leaned in gently and kissed her forehead, hope long lost of ever getting her to come back.

Revenge. That's all I could have now.

I stood up slowly, blood on my hands and vengeance in my heart. I couldn't even look at Devon, for I knew what she saw on my face and I couldn't stand to see what she thought of me because of it. My eyes were jet black, that much I knew. I could feel the ice creeping in through my heart, taking over my body and leaving me with nothing. Nothing but hatred and anger.

"Harry . . ." Up until then, I had forgotten the fact that Lizzy was in the room. Her voice held a warning tone, one I didn't care about and wasn't going to heed.

I pulled Devon to me and kissed her hard. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her as close as possible, prying her lips open with my tongue. She sighed, wrapping her arms around my neck as she kissed me back. I think she knew that she wasn't going to control me this time. That this anger wasn't an anger that you could hold back. This needed to be released, no matter how monstrous it would turn out to be.

I pulled away from her, kissing her forehead. She looked up at me with wild, innocent eyes, but no fear. She never looked at me with fear in her eyes, no matter how angry I got. She trusted me to keep her safe and that was exactly what I was going to do.

"Go with Liz." I whispered to her as I brushed a strand of hair out of her face and put it behind her ear.

"I love you, Harry." She whispered to me. I could hear the goodbye underlining her tone, and I could see the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"Don't say that like you're saying goodbye." I kissed away her tears. I could feel her body trembling in my arms.

She looked away from me as I said that. I grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at me. The motion caused more tears to fall from her eyes, and I kissed those away too. When this was over, I was going to take her far away and give her a family and a normal life, everything that she deserved she was going to have.

"I love you baby." I held her face in my hands and more tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Stay safe." She whispered, and I nodded. I let go of her and she slowly walked over to Lizzy, her arms wrapped around herself. I knew that in her own way, she was trying to hold herself together physically, because emotional she was falling apart.

I turned and walked away, because I knew if I watched her leave for a second longer I would run after her and hold her in my arms and tell her I would never let her go. And today,

I just couldn't do that.


-Devon-

My heart sunk even lower into my stomach as I watched him walk away. I didn't even have the slightest idea what he was trying to do. I could feel his pain as he walked further away, the pain of losing someone so close to him because of me. It seemed to me that a lot of things were happening to Harry lately because of me.

Mara and Lucifer had disappeared sometime after Gemma died, and for that I was somewhat thankful. Harry couldn't let his infuriation out on them in front of me, so I wouldn't have to see his scary side.

"Devon, we need to go." Lizzy spoke quietly as she grabbed my arm, but my feet stayed rooted to the spot. I couldn't get myself to move, to breathe or to even think about anything that wasn't Harry walking away to his death, or to whatever it was that was going to happen to him.

When he was out of my sight, my knees gave out and I hit the ground hard. I couldn't hear myself sobbing but I could feel it in my chest. I had never felt such fear, such sorrow as I did watching him leave. He was the most powerful angel there was, and he had demonstrated that to me many times, and yet my heart couldn't find a steady beat without him there, without him beside me.

"Come on sweetheart, we have to go." Lizzy looked into my eyes and I knew what she was going to do.

"Lizzy don't you dare compel me," I sobbed, my hand on my chest as I did so. My heart hurt without Harry.

I tried to turn my face, to look away from her compelling eyes. But I knew it was useless. Lizzy was a strong angel and if she wanted me to look at her I was going to look at her.

She grabbed my chin and gently turned my face to hers. I locked eyes with her helplessly, and I could feel her power swirling around us. I attempted to look away, but my feeble attempt didn't even phase Lizzy.

"Devon," She spoke calmly and rhythmically, my head responded to it just the way it was supposed to and suddenly I didn't want to look away.

"Yes." My voice didn't even sound like my own. Inside I was screaming, demanding my body to look away. I needed to get up, I needed to find Harry.

But her voice was so soothing.

"You are tired. You are not worried about Harry, you know Harry will be just fine. You want to go home now, and sleep so when you wake up Harry will be home."

In my heart I knew that this was all so wrong, so very very wrong. I wasn't tired, I was worried as hell and I knew it but my brain didn't agree with me, and it was doing different things.

"Okay." I agreed, speaking slowly as I did. Suddenly I couldn't think straight, my head hurt more than my heart, and I wanted nothing more but to go home and sleep and forget about not knowing where Harry went, or if he would be okay or the fact that his dead sister lie just a few feet from me.

When I woke up, Harry would be there and everything would be okay.

Lizzy helped me up and called out for someone, but I couldn't hear the name correctly. The last thing I remember is laying in a bed, and closing my eyes and opening them the next morning to no Harry. I would wake up a lot of mornings without him.


-Three Months Later-

Nothing made much sense to me anymore without Harry. I couldn't function right, I couldn't get out of bed or eat or walk or do school work. I was pretty sure I had basically failed senior year, all though I attended my graduation last month, and they gave me a diploma so I guess my zombie self went to school long enough to graduate. Everyone went, Niall; Liam, Louis, Lizzy and Zayn. They screamed my name obnoxiously loud as they threw their fists high in the air. I tried to smile and be happy, but every time I was almost there I would hear his voice, or see his face in the crowd. I had to shake my head to clear myself from the haunting image because early on after he left every time I would see him in a picture, or hear his name I would have mental breakdowns and I would need to be alone.

That's what three months without someone you truly loved did to you. Three months. 93 days. 2,232 hours. 133,920 minutes without Harry.

At first, they tried to deal with me. They tried to make sure I ate and that I got the proper amount of sun and everything a normal eighteen year old girl would need.

My birthday was the worst. He missed it.

I went through four steps of craziness before I reached the numbness I've acquired now. Its not so bad anymore, because I can't feel anything. I can't feel sadness, or loneliness. It's better, in a way. It's easier to deal with the problems I have when I can't feel them.

Step one; Denial. The first three weeks I woke up every night with cold sweats, crying out for him. Even after I realized he wasn't there and I remembered that he wouldn't be, I still refused to except it. I spent my alone time staring out the window, waiting to see him walking up the steps through the window. I couldn't say his name.

Step Two; Anger. I hated him, I hated everything about him. I broke things and sobbed and cussed at everyone. He lied to me, he told me he loved me. If he really truly loved me so much he wouldn't have put me through this pain. He had to have known the kind of pain he was making me feel, he had to have known. I wouldn't let anyone say his name.

Step Three; Sorrow. After I passed the anger, when I finally realized he wasn't going to come home anytime soon and that it wasn't his fault tat I felt so horrible, I broke. I cried for weeks it seemed, I couldn't get myself out of bed. At first, Lizzy and Niall tried to help me, but after me screaming for them to get out and leave me alone one hundred times, they finally gave up and got the memo to leave me alone. I still couldn't say his name.

Step Four; Quiet. I cried myself out during step two. One day, I woke up and decided I was helping nothing by crying my eyes out. I got myself out of bed, I went back to school and made up all my work; I graduated high school and got a job and bought myself a car. A crappy car, but my car. I stopped crying every night, because I knew it wasn't going to bring Harry back. Step three was also the step were I was finally able to say his name again without pain.

And now finally I've reached step five; Numbness. I wake up every morning, make coffee, wake the house up and I go to work. I wait tables for money and wear tight skirts for extra money. I don't fee happy, I don't feel sad, I feel nothing. And that's okay with me. I'm like a zombie, I follow the same patterns everyday and I do nothing else.

"Do you even feel anything? Do you feel sad? Do you feel any emotion?" Niall asked me one day, after I had come home from work and had eaten my dinner.

I thought about it deeply as I stirred the ice around in my soda.

"If I wanted to," I finally answered, voice empty of any emotion. "It's there."

He accepted my answer and made himself a drink. He didn't try to sit by me or offer up anymore conversation, and that was fine with me. I didn't speak much unless I had to, it made it harder to press down the feelings that I didn't want to feel.

Sometimes I still dream about him, and when I do it breaks down everything I built, and I have to start from scratch all over again to even be able to breathe the regular day, to be able to even survive.

The other night at the bar I saw a boy with curly hair. My heart stopped and my breath caught in my throat and for one moment, just one little moment I thought maybe it could be him, maybe he was back and he was going to make everything okay again. But when the boy turned around with dark brown eyes and no dimples, that hope was ripped from my chest and stomped on right in front of me.

I haven't let myself hope for much of anything since.

I finished my work shift and drove home, the silence enveloping the car and my heart, whatever was left of it. I got myself home, took a shower in Harry's bathroom and crawled into his bed and let myself cry for the first time in a month in a half.


-Harry.-

"Tell me where she is." My jet black eyes stared into this demon's red ones. His body trembled in fear as I stalked towards him, though I didn't care. I almost laughed, the look of fear in his eyes fueled me. It was sick to say I loved it, I lived for it now that I wasn't home, now that I didn't have Devon to hold.

He scouted away from me, his ass scrapped the floor as he cowered away from me. He knew something, every demon I had went to before him all pointed their ugly scaly black winged fingers in his direction, he was stuck.

"I-I don't know." His voice didn't sound like a normal one. Nails on a chalkboard, it seemed to me. It rose the hairs on my neck and on my arms, but I had long past gotten over any emotion aside from rage.

"I know you know something you filthy cretin." I was in front of him in a flash. I wrapped my fingers around his slimy throat and lifted him off the ground. His claws scratched at my hands, which made me hold tighter. His claws dug into my skin, but I didn't feel anything. I couldn't really feel anything anymore, not since I kissed Devon the last time.

"I-I." He choked, and this time I couldn't help it. I laughed.

I slammed his frail body into the rock wall, hard enough to kill him. His charcoal eyes rolled into the back of his head for a minute, and I bite my tongue. If I killed my only way to get to Mara before it gave me the information I needed, I was fucked.

"Tell me." I spoke through clenched teeth, and it opened its rotten mouth.

"E-Earth. She's on earth." It sputtered, and I threw him across the room out of anger. Here I've spent god knows how long in this fucking hell, literally only to find out she's on earth.

"Why?! I roared and his demonic body twitched in terror. Good, I wanted it to be afraid of me.

"G-Girl. She's searching for a g-girl." It answered me, and for the first time in a very long time I felt an emotion.

Terror.

"What girl?" I stepped closer to it and it flinched, though I wasn't pleased with that, not anymore.

"O-Old s-soul." He spit out, and a fury was released within me that even I couldn't control. I stalked over to the scaly beast and lifted him up once again by his slimy throat. I could feel the black anger swirling around in my eyes but I didn't care anymore. If Devon wasn't here to see it then it didn't matter to me in the slightest. He clawed at my hands again, helplessly because I was infuriated, and ruthless.

"Please I helped you." The demon begged for mercy I didn't have in me to give.

"Thank you for your help." I answered him and then I snapped his neck.

I dropped his disgusting body and stepped away. Without any emotion I walked away.

***

It was hard to feel anything without her. At first it was an aching throb in my chest, so bad that I couldn't even bring myself to say her name. I hoped she was doing okay, I hoped that she was safe. I hoped that she didn't hate me, but aside from that I didn't feel too much.

The first few days without her I was okay mostly. I didn't let myself think about her, I didn't think of anything but blood and death and Gemma. My mind and body was numb for the most part, and that was okay with me. I enjoyed the feeling of feeling nothing. It was easier to get angry and it was easier to kill.

I wasn't sad without her, I was okay. I didn't break down and I didn't cry.

Soon though, I started to feel pain. My body started to ache with longing, but I pushed it down. I made myself forget about her, I made myself move on. I needed to find Mara so I could kill her like she did my sister.

Soon, every time I closed my eyes she was all I could see. Her smile, her laugh. Her voice when she said my name, it all haunted me.

I reached the point a week ago where she was all I thought about. When I was alone I would curl into a ball and cry my soul out, because it was the only thing I could do aside from kill demons.

I looked at myself in the mirror that belonged in the ratty old bathroom of the ratty old gas station located in the ratty old town called Haven, Maine. I barely recognized myself as I stared back at me. Short, curls stuck up on my head from running in the wind so much. Sometime or another my hair got shorter, but I don't remember cutting it. Dark purple bags formed under my eyes, I was surprised they weren't darker because I never really slept. And my eyes, pure black even hours after the demon occurrence. They hadn't been green in months, I guess when I left her the color of my eyes stayed behind. It's like she held all the calamity about me, everything that made me happy and calm, with her in London, England because here in Maine it was no where to be found.

The thought of Devon brought a string of gold to my eyes. I remember I once told Devon I never expected for anyone to tell me they saw that color in my eyes, because gold was the color of love. It was the first time I had ever seen the color in my own eyes, and even to me it was a little shocking.

Fear crept into me, turning everything in its wake ice cold. The silver began to make itself known in my eyes and that was never a good thing. Silver was terror and the more you saw it in an angel's eyes, the more terrified you should be.

If Mara was on earth, she was after Devon. I had no way of knowing how long she had been on earth. I checked a calendar on the way in here and it stated it was June. The day Ed had stolen Devon from me was in early march. I had been gone three months.

I missed her birthday.

For all I knew, Mara could've already gotten to Devon and she could already be dead.

But no, that wasn't possible. She was with Lizzy and the boys, they wouldn't let anything happen to Devon.

But I couldn't help but worry about her.

I had to get back to her, before Mara did first.

-Devon-

I woke up with dry tear stains running down my cheeks. I hurriedly washed them away before anyone could notice my moment of weakness, or night long weakness. I quickly scrubbed my face clean and reapplied some makeup. I hadn't worn it before Harry left, but I picked up on the habit somewhere between step two and four. I brushed my teeth and threw my hair up in a pony tail. I had the day shift at the bar today, which was okay. No need for a tight skirt though, we didn't have any day time drinkers aside from Sam, and he was too sweet when he was drunk to be phased by the way my bum looked in a skirt.

In step one, I figured the more I did things that I knew Harry wouldn't like me doing, the more of a chance he would come back just to yell at me. So I acted out and did a bunch of things I knew I wasn't supposed to do, including my job at the bar, but it didn't really get me anything but Niall and Lizzy constantly screaming in my ear.

Harry didn't come back, which lead me into step two.

Though I kept the job after I dropped the walking in dark alleys at night gig. That's what got me here in the first place. Though I can't say I regret what I did, I can't say I regret meeting Harry, because I don't.

I just regret falling so deeply in love with him. Maybe if I hadn't grown so attached to him, it wouldn't have been so hard for me when he left.

I put my bar uniform on quickly and followed my daily regimen. Makeup, teeth, coffee, teeth again, work.

"Devon?" The feminine voice sounded tired and a little scratchy. I turned away from my new keurig that I had bought for myself just recently long enough to see a sex-headed bowlegged Lizzy.

My eyes narrowed slightly at her appearance. It had been so long since I had been touched in any way, but I couldn't imagine anyone touching me with Harry, so no one ever would.

Not until he comes back. Don't give up. The voice that I often told to shut the fuck up spoke up in my mind. The tiny hope could be smothered and stepped on in a nanosecond, so I shoved it down before I could really think deep enough on it.

"Yes?' Again, no emotion. But my voice sounded scratchy, probably from the sobs. I hoped Lizzy wouldn't notice, but the slight raise in her brow told me she had.

"I was wondering if you needed a ride to work." She smiled at me, though I didn't return it. It had been a long time since my face had created the motion.

Her? Drive me? Of course I would've loved to ride in her beautiful Jeep, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with my own charcoal black bug. And plus I didn't trust anyone whose legs were bowed at farther than the car seat to drive me anywhere.

"Thanks, but no thanks." My cheek twitched, in what I thought might've been a smile, but going by her facial reaction it was not at all what I had hoped.

"Okay. . ." Her smile fell, and I realized how much her smile lit up the room, because mine didn't anymore.

I started to feel bad, which was rare for me now.

"Look--" I started to say but was interrupted by my phone jingling. I sent her my apologizes with my eyes and grabbed my phone off the table. It was my boss telling me to get my ass to work. So with a quick brush of my teeth and a goodbye to Lizzy, I left.

***

It was freezing in there, and it was almost nine o'clock, closing time at Benny's on weeknights. Benny himself had just calked out the door after biding me a kiss on the cheek and a goodnight. When I first started working here, I couldn't handle the kiss on the cheek he liked to give me. The first month Harry was gone I couldn't handle much of any physical contact, and every time he would give me a kiss on the cheek I would flinch. He would always give me these weird, confused glances but he would always kiss my cheek goodbye, and after time I got used to it. Benny in such a short time had become like a father figure. He watched out for me and gave me money when I needed it and didn't want to ask Lizzy or the boys, which I always always paid him back. I felt comfortable around him and he and his wife and coworker, Martha treated me like their own daughter they never had. They couldn't have kids because of an accident Martha had long ago, so I was more than happy to let them play parents with me, since I didn't have any. They were so parental like to me, that on a few nights when I couldn't handle the supernaturalness that was my life I would stay the night with them.

Benny hated when I wore the short skirts on weekends to get more money. When I first started working here, he paid me two hundred dollars more on my paycheck just so I would wear jeans on the weekend, which worked out for both of us because it had been unreasonably cold for a week in April.

I was bringing extra napkins out of the backroom to fill in the napkin holders when I started to feel uncomfortable. Usually, in the silence when I'm alone is what I like. I like not having to pretend I'm not losing my mind, I like being able to lose my sanity in peace.

This silence was wrong. It was unnatural. It was absolute silence. Usually at nights when I'm closing I can still hear the generator going, I can hear the music humming softly in the bathrooms, the dishwasher going in the kitchen. There is always noise of some sort, and this time there was none.

I could hear my blood flowing through my veins, there was a ringing in my ears from the deafening silence, one that made my heart want to shrivel up into my chest.

"Hello?" I called out into the silence. My own voice nearly scared the living daylights out of me as it rang out into the empty bar.

As expected, silence followed. I didn't really expect a reply, and I would've freaked out if I had received one.

I found myself wishing for Harry more then I had all together in the past three months in that moment. I knew that if he were beside me, I would've been safe and I wouldn't have had a thing to worry about.

I checked my phone, it was dead.

Harry wasn't here to keep me safe, and I couldn't call anyone else.

This was probably the most emotion I had felt in the past month, and that was horrible to say.

I walked around the bar slowly, analyzing the seats and making sure some drunk didn't fall asleep unnoticed by me in one of the stools, but no. I came up empty. It was unnervingly cold in the place, and it was now June. It was impossible, and so unnatural, I knew something had to be terribly, terribly wrong.

"Benny?" I called out, though nothing responded back. I didn't expect it too.

Out of no where, a loud bang sounded from the backroom. My hand flew to my mouth to keep the scream in that I had very nearly released. With a start, I realized I was not alone, at all.

Someone was in the bar with me.

I ran to behind the bar and grabbed the case that Benny hid under the counter that held the business gun. Benny had made sure that every female and male bartender that worked nights at Benny's knew how to assemble, dissemble and load his gun in under ten seconds. I did it so much I got it done in under five.

I assembled the gun in mere seconds. It felt cool and hard in my hands, unforgivable. Three months ago I wouldn't have needed a gun to keep me safe. Three months ago I had a boy with curly hair and bright green eyes who never left my side, who was always with me and always there to keep me safe from situations like this. He promised me he would keep me safe and then he left. It was up to me now to keep myself alive.

I loaded the gun.

In my heart I knew it was someone supernatural. Either Mara or Abaddon. I hadn't seen either of them in three months, they had left me alone and fallen off my radar. I then realized that all those times I felt eyes on me, all those times I felt breathing on my neck, it was them. They were watching me.

I almost hoped it was Abaddon, that way I wouldn't have to kill my best friend, even though she was out to kill me, I couldn't bring myself to kill her.

I approached the backroom door slowly, listening hard for anymore sounds though there was none. Just the eerie silence that I was accustomed to.

I reached the door and lowered my gun slowly. I held the gun in my right hand as I slowly opened the door with my left.

It seemed that no one was in the room, but I knew better than that. Five months of dealing with the supernatural taught you that nothing was ever as it seemed.

I held the gun tightly in my hand. I held it up and was searching around when I heard a giggle. A female giggle.

I spun around and there stood Mara, balancing on two crates like it was nothing, Her brown hair was now all cut off, it stopped at her chin and she wore funky eye makeup, the kind that made you look like an unhonest whore. Makeup she never would've worn when she was alive, when she didn't want me dead.

"Long time no see!" Her voice was sweet and sour at the same time, sweet to my head and sour to my heart. I held the gun steady in my hands, and did not waver. Benny taught us all that if you showed uncertainty your attacker would jump on it, and you would never have the chance of survival.

I wished Harry was here so that I didn't have to worry about survival at all. But it was just me now. I had to stop relying on others to save me, and save myself.

"You can't pull the trigger." She smiled evilly at me. Three months ago, I wouldn't have been able to pull the trigger. But a lot had changed since then, I had changed since then. I was not the Devon I used to be, and I didn't think I would ever be her again.

"You don't know what I can do." My finger applied pressure to the trigger, and just for a second, a small second shock registered in her eyes. But it passed no sooner than it had got there, and suddenly an evil grin crossed her face.

I knew it was going to happen two seconds before it did. I could smell is gross smell, I could feel his slimy hands on my skin. I could feel him slowly unbuttoning my shirt, I could remember the dream that I had so long ago.

Something hit me from behind and I was launched against the wall. The gun flew out of my hand and acrossed the room and I cursed. There when my one chance of survival. I was going to die, and no one was going to be able to save me.

That seemed to have become the story of my life of the late.

Abaddon approached me with a sick smile on his face. He held a knife in his hand, and my stomach twisted.

"Miss me?"