Superhuman (Harry Styles)

Part Twenty-Nine

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As Abaddon trailed the knife up and down my thigh, I had come to the sickening conclusion that I was going to die. No one was here to save me, no one was here or around to hear the screams I had building in my throat.

He grinned a sickening grin, his fingers trailing up my body with victory in his eyes. I didn't want to die. I wanted Harry to burst in, beat these two bloody, scoop me up in his arms, tell him he loved me and that he was so sorry he ever left me and put me in this position.

That wasn't going to happen. I was never going to see any of my loved ones ever again.

If I had a choice, if I could go back in time and change the events that led up to this, If I had not decided to go on that walk at midnight so long ago, I wouldn't. I wouldn't change meeting Harry, even though it brought me to this. I loved him, even though he was gone from me, not here to save me I wouldn't change the fact that I met him.

"I'm going to have some fun before I kill you, little one." Abaddon whispered deeply on my neck, his hot breath breathing out upon my neck and traveling up to my ear. I shivered, being in the same situation I was in nearly five months ago, when Harry saved my life for the first time.

His knife was now poking into my hip. The warmth slipping down the side of my leg, staining my barista outfit red.

His chuckle filled the air, as if he could smell my blood that he was spilling. Mara giggled in the background, no doubt waiting for my friends who would be here just moments too late.

"J-Just kill me." I shamefully stuttered, growing more terrified by the minute.

He grinned again. I found myself wishing I could slap it off his disgusting face.

"Because my dear," I gasped when I suddenly felt a crack in my arm from his weight, and then screamed out when the pain registered "You are much more than you think, you have powers. A human couldn't have healed an angel fully like you did. And plus, he's almost here. I wouldn't want him to miss the moment."

Although I was panting at the pain in my arm, my heart fluttered. He was almost here. I was praying to God that that "he" he was talking about, was indeed Harry.

He twisted my arm and I screamed, unable to hold it in. I could feel the snapped bone pressing against my skin, begging to break through.

And then, I heard it.

The sweetest of all sounds, the nectar of the gods, the light at the end of the tunnel for my existence.

"Get your fucking hands off her before I rip them off myself!" Harry roared.

Abaddon jumped. Clearly, he hadn't heard his arrival.

Suddenly, the weight on top of me was gone as Harry ripped Abaddon from me. Even in these dire times, I could notice how different he was. He had way more tattoos, nearly covering his shoulders. His lip had a tiny silver ring going through it, and I could have sworn I saw something through his eyebrow. His muscles more defined and his hair cut, though not enough to be rid of the curliness that captivated me since the first night.

"The fuck is wrong with you?!" His deep voice was even more husky, filled with worry and guilt. "You attack her at her own school, and THEN you attack her here? When she's all alone?" Harry's voice got more deep with each word he spoke, sending goosebumps all over my body from the pure fury he was radiating.

Abaddon cowered, all traces of laughter gone. There was something different about Harry. He was different, his eyes holding pure fury in their dark depths, his hands straining, clenching and un-clenching. His body shaking, out of anger I guessed. He was different, almost as if he was more...powerful.

As if someone wanted to prove to me that I was correct in my guesses, black rings of smoke started rising from the ground all around Harry. It seemed so familiar to me, and I realized I had seen him do that before. When he took me to school that first morning, and Michael had threatened me. Even then, he screamed powerful to me, but I had never thought to wonder if there was more to it, more to our story that Harry was leaving out. He said he was a fallen angel, but none of the other fallen angels could do what he was doing, at least that I had seen.

I filed that information in the back of my mind to analyze later, if I made it to later.

Suddenly, no sooner than Harry had ripped Abaddon off me another body was on me. One that I knew all to well.

Mara fisted her fingers into my hair and slammed my head down hard against the concrete. I felt my word spin and blood fill my mouth, realizing I had bit my tongue. As she pulled my face up I saw Harry was too busy battling it out with Abaddon. I had to do this on my own.

I punched her hard in the face and she flew back a few feet. I was utterly stunned because I only punched her hard enough to maybe get her off me, not have her fly back. But I didn't have time to think too hard on it because she was up again; my death shinning in her eyes.

"You think you're so special, little Devon Night, the poor innocent soul who died because she fell in love." She snickered, blood streaming from her nose as she circled me slowly. I could see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice. She thought I was going to be an easy kill.

I knew what she was doing, she was trying to distract me with her words so that she could go in for the kill. I was not going sown without a fight, I was not going to be an easy kill.

"Does it hurt knowing that Louis doesn't love you?" I replied back in a calm demeanor, remembering the feelings they shared before Mara died.

Sadness appeared on her face for just a moment, but was gone before I could blink.

"I could only imagine the pain, knowing the man you love is disgusted by you." I chewed on my lip as I watched her squirm.

"You're jealous of me because I'm human, because the man I love loves me back. You want that, but you can never, ever have it. And the funny thing is, if I die today; Harry will still love me. But no matter what you do today, or tomorrow, Louis will never love you."

"You stupid bitch!" She jumped on me again, sending me sailing towards the floor. I landed on my bad arm and cried out. I fought hard but it was useless, she was much stronger than me. There was almost a look of sorrow in her eyes as she pulled the knife out and held it at my throat. I stared back in her eyes, wondering how we had come to this. How Michael had killed my bestfriend and turned her into this. I knew she wouldn't have wanted this, this wasn't the choice she would've made for herself.

"I'm sorry, Mara." I choked out and she hesitated and looked me in the eyes.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you." A tear rolled down my temple. "I know the things you've done you wouldn't have chosen to do. I know that you aren't my bestfriend anymore, and I'm so sorry. You didn't chose to be this way, and all this time I've been blaming you like you did. I know you're going to kill me...you have too. But I just want you to know I'm so sorry your life was ripped away from you...and I'm sorry I blamed you. I forgive you for having to kill me. I forgive every mistake you've made since you died. I forgive you, and I'm so sorry. I love you bestfriend." At this point, the tears where streaming down my face. I had a gut feeling that Mara needed to feel forgiven, needed to know somebody still loved her despite the mistakes she made. I could see it in her eyes that was exactly what she needed. She was like those kids who did bad things to get their parent's attention, and did more and more bad things until they did. She just wanted attention. she just wanted to be forgiven.

"I forgive you." I whispered again

The knife was suddenly away from my throat. Mara sat back and started sobbing, rocking back and forth as she did so. "I'-I'm so sorry." She sobbed, and I hesitantly wrapped my arms around her. I knew that she was a threat to me no more, only someone who needed to be loved.

Suddenly, she grabbed the knife again but aimed it at her stomach. I knew what she was planning to do before she did it, and despite everything I couldn't take it, I couldn't lose her again.

"M-mara please, d-don't." I sobbed. "I-I just g-got you b-back." I tried to convince her, but I knew in my heart this was what she knew she had to do. She had done so many wrongs in her short life as an angel, and her sacrifice would make up for everything she had done.

She shook her head. 'N-no Devon. You didn't get me back I'm an angel, I'm still dead. I've done so many wrong things, let me make it right.' She pressed her forehead against mine, and I knew in that moment that I was going to lose my bestfriend, again.

She put a small smile upon her face. "You can have all my clothes." And I let out a sob.

"Don't...don't leave me." I sobbed. She grabbed my hands in hers and forced me to look at her.

"Be strong Devon, just like you always are. You can do this and you will. I'm so sorry for everything I've done to you, I'm so sorry for everything. "

I looked into her eyes as she picked up the knife. Before I could even protest, she put the knife straight through her chest, where her heart was.

"NO!" I screamed and dived for her, ignoring the pain in my arm as I grabbed her and shook her.

"N-Not again Mara!" I shouted, sobbing as she stared up at me.

"S-say it." She coughed, not being specific to what she wanted to say but I knew.

"I forgive you sweetheart. You are forgiven." I sobbed as she smiled weakly. She squeezed my hand as hard as she could and as the life left her eyes, her hand loosened.

Warm arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me away. I immediately started fighting with the body, even though it was trying to soothe me.

"Devon, Devon stop! He's dead! When Mara killed herself, he...he must've been attached to her, because he died too." Harry's face suddenly came into focus, as he wiped my cheeks.

"Mara was brave, she did the right thing." He whispered, and then I broke.

He hugged me to his chest as I sobbed, and then I realized.

Harry was holding me. Harry was here.

"Come on sweetheart, let's get you home." He whispered to me, his lips touching my cheek. But before I could even register what he said, we were surrounded. I could tell by the white hair and blue eyes that these were angels...the angels that wanted me dead.

Harry cursed under his breath and pushed me behind him. I held in the whimper from my broken arm that Harry hadn't seemed to notice yet. I could tell by the stiff structure set in Harry's shoulders that he knew what they wanted, almost as if he knew what they were here for.

"Leave her alone." His deep voice rumbled through the room, sending a shiver through my body.

The one angel, with blond hair stepped toward me. Harry looked like he already knew what was going on, but that he was fighting like hell to keep the information from me.

I was so confused. Abaddon and Mara were dead, our only threats. I thought once they were dead Harry and I were going to live a long happy life, in love and no one was going to bother us. But now, there where angels all around us and I knew what they were here for.

Me.

"You know what we must do." He announced and Harry looked down. The lack of fight Harry held stunned me.

"I know." He looked down at me with tears in his eyes. "I love you so much Devon. I'm so sorry." He kissed me softly.

"I love you two, what's going on?!" I cried.

"I did something bad while I was away from you, something I can't fix. So they're taking you away from me." He rested his forehead against mine as I tried not to panic.

"W-what did you do?" I shrieked, grabbing his arms tightly.

"I can't tell you Devon, baby I'm so sorry." He held my face in his hands as he stared into my eyes. His eyes begged me to trust him, and so I did.

"We're just going to take your memory away. You will know nothing about angels or demons. You would just me Devon now. Not Devon the old soul, just Devon." The angel announced, who almost looked sad about my demise.

The angel that was speaking to me looked familiar, but I couldn't place it. He held his hand out to me gently.

I looked at Harry. There was a finality in his eyes that scared me. I wanted to run into his arms and beg him to take me home and keep me safe, but I knew in my heart I couldn't do that this time. I hopped he told Niall and everyone else that I loved them. I didn't know what was going to happen to me when I didn't remember anyone. I tried to be strong and brave, like everyone said I was but it wasn't working. All I could feel was raw fear, but I tried to hard to push it aside and keep my bottom lip from trembling.

They pulled me away from him gently, his fingers lingering in mine for a little longer and I relished it, trying so hard to burn it into my brain, hoping that maybe I would carry it with me when I didn't remember my life anymore.

"I love you." He mouthed, tears running down his face.

"I love you, too." I put my hand on my heart and nodded as the angel put his hands on my forehead. I closed my eyes at the coldness and held my breath.

"You shall remember nothing." He spoke, and it all went black.

*THE END FOR NOW*

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