Creative Writing: I Believe In Love

My eyes darted to my right as the beings frantically scoured the sterilized table filled with hundreds of surgical tools. One of the beings located a tome and passed it to one of the surgeons. Meanwhile, another prepared a cauterizer.
“I wonder what this one was doing under the earth.” The head surgeon stated who, stood at eight feet, with a dark blue scaly complexion, as he floated over toward me looking down observantly. One of the nurses came and lifted my shirt and rubbed an iodine solution on my abdomen and lower pelvic region. A towel, laid beneath me.
“Maybe she is some sort of spy?” A surgical assistant replied.
“Are you kidding me? In a slip? She probably was fleeing from sort of arranged marriage. These creatures believe in love, but no such thing exists. Humans are strange creatures” The head

surgeon replied with the shake of his head. “Just another feeble human, sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“She had a crystal skull with her.” The nurse said. The head surgeon’s brow curved up.
“Did you say she was carrying a crystal skull?”
“The last time I checked all of the keepers of the skulls were on a list, kept by the order and I ran it through and she is nowhere to be found on it so there is no way she should have a skull, unless she is some sort of thief.”
“Objects of this importance should not be in the hands of a feeble mortal. Especially one with the likes of her.” They all agreed and the team of surgeons came over to me.
“Now this is going to hurt a little, but when it is all over we will return you to wherever you came from. Now squeeze my hand if you are afraid” One of the nurses said. I closed my eyes, another came around with a mask, placing it on my face, to give me an anesthetic to numb me to sleep. I squirmed in an attempt to resist the mask not allowing myself to inhale it. “Hold still, it will be alright sweetie” The nurse assured.
“What are you fools doing?” An irate voice boomed from a distance. The nurse dropped the mask it fell to the ground and the entire team turned around displeased to see Azazel, and the rest of the devils accompanying him.
“Your Majesty, we are in the middle of beginning a surgery. This woman was found snooping in these parts and you know about humans that know too much.” The head surgeon pleaded.
“Let the girl go, she is no experiment!” He demanded.
“Master, what makes her so different from the rest? She’s just another rotten human.” He beseeched.
“She’s my wife!” Azazel, pushed past them, and came around to me. His light eyes were transfixed on me, and he placed his hand on my forehead.
“Are you okay?” I nodded to the best of my ability. I glanced up to see his fellow watchers. Semjaza waved at me and the seirim face crinkled into a frown. Azazel removed the bands from around my hands, picked me up, and pushed the hair out of my face. Although I did not want to stay with him, I didn’t see another way out. I glanced behind him as he held me and saw the crystal skull on a countertop. He spread his wings and the others watched as my head rested against his chest. He touched my clothes, and they transformed back into a pristine white wedding dress with my crown. My pulse lurched startled by his ability to alter my clothing.
“Well, we better get going.” Lovell said as they started to leave.
From behind one of the angry, doctors charged at Azazel, and he snapped around dropping me to fight.
“Don’t you see Azazel, you’re a fool! Do you honestly think you can do what you did before? You roasted for millenniums because of those!” He pointed at me disgusted. Another doctor lunged at Semjaza, knocking over the tray of tools. Others joined in the turbulent fight. As they quarreled, I crawled away.
“You have your methods I have mine, you abduct humans and take their eggs and sperm, and I take a more classical approach which is marrying and having a family.”
“Why pretend? We never cared about them! How can you lust for those animals! They are filthy! We always wanted to get rid of them. There are more efficient ways then breeding with them! You are behind with the times!”
“She was promised to me, before I was chained. We instructed the scribes of the time who saw us as gods to create scrolls and hide the instructions for the future to preserve certain lines for us, these lines are our wives, and they were bred for us, kept pure for us.”
“Her bloodline is not pure, she is tainted!”
“I am aware every other watcher’s wife’s bloodline has been untouched, but hers. When her mother and father came together Belial did everything in his power to stop them. He thought he succeeded when her father ran away. We had no idea her mother had already been impregnated with a girl. She is of our adversary’s line.” Azazel said.
“What a shame” The head surgeon mocked.
“Although her mother is from an enemy bloodlines she’s like gold to me. The polarity within her DNA makes me want her more.”
“It makes her more lethal like the other faction warned!”
I listened to all they had said as I hid under another table and crawled to the next then I grabbed the crystal skull as the devils quarreled.
“If you want a child do it this way, because she will never stay with you and when she turns on you, will be her number one enemy. Then she will go running to her own kind. They always do. ” He laughed as he stood up in fighting stance.
"I won’t let her" Azazel growled and shoved him.
I slid out from under the table, pulled myself upward ignoring the ache in my legs and sprinted into the control room. All of the buttons blinked different shades. I hadn’t the slightest clue of what they were all for. My guess was as good as winning the lottery. From the corner of my eye I could see doctors running at me. With only a matter of seconds left, beads of sweat drenched my neck so without a second thought, I randomly selected the bright blue button that stood out.
The entire room light up. I beamed out of the craft beneath the earth. Azazel turned his mouth wide open as he dropped the doctor and surged towards me.
The crystal skull rested on my bosom as I laid on the forest floor. I sat up with it. A large python slithered past me and I sprung up. To my left I noticed a snake pit and I backed away. I heard footsteps from behind and I twisted around prepared for a fight. To my amazement there stood my friends.
“Easy there,” Logan joked.
“Maricel!” Takara hugged me. The rest of them joined us including Francis and Ava.
“I see you still have the crystal skull, and you lost your cloak and satchel” Logan commented.
“It’s odd what I managed to lose and maintain.”
“We’re getting closer to the shoreline.” Logan informed. “We thought you may have been dead. What you did back there, going into that building was suicide. You need to learn not to make such rash decisions.” She scolded. I glared at her angered by her ignorance. She failed to see I did a great service.
“Well, I’m still here, maybe a little traumatized, after dealing with a few government experiments and monsters, but I’m in one piece that’s all that matters.” I replied sarcastically. Logan stared she seemed to pick up on it.
“Sounds like you had your fair share of monsters to deal with” She replied.
“We encountered a dragon, quick sand and the valley of death.” Eshe said.
“Sounds like we all had our handful of issues to deal with. I’m still unsure if that all compares to Agartha”
“Agartha, are you kidding me that place is one step from hell.” Francis commented.
“It was hellish indeed” I laughed and looked over his shoulder at Ava, as she hid behind her brother shyly.
“Hey Ava.” I said. She pushed passed him and embraced me tightly.
“I’m just glad you’re okay.” She rocked me in her arms. As she let go of me Francis handed me a gun.
“You may need this” He said. I took it from and turned it over in hands.
“We better keep going before the next sun down” Takara urged, as she pivoted around to scoop up her belongings she had set down.
Suddenly a nude man from sector 7A with a splotchy complexion, jagged teeth, and thinning wild hair leapt on top of her and bit into her face. She writhed as he gnawed on her.
“Please make it stop!” She begged. I aimed the gun at the monster then at her.
“Kill me please!” She begged. My hands quivered as I gripped the gun anxiously. Even after killing monsters, I thought it would have made a moment such as this easier, and I understood the dark place she spoke from, but I could not bring myself to do it. While I hesitated, he chomped away at more of her body as its teeth remained locked on her face. Takara’s eyes shifted to an apricot shade and she jolted as it fed on her, screeching like a banshee.
All at once she overpowered and mauled him ripping away shreds of his flesh, consuming him voraciously. She stood and brushed away the droplets of blood from the corner of her lips and crooked her neck. Takara bared her filed teeth at us and curled her tapering fingers, then sprung for me, letting out a horrid cry salivating.
I flinched at the abrupt bursts of gunfire. Takara’s body shuddered as one bullet after another penetrated her. She flailed backwards until she fell over and writhed on the floor struggling to get up. At least another eight bullets struck her before she stopped moving. Logan lowered her gun.
“Takara!” Eshe screamed kneeling down beside her.
“Don’t touch her, She’s infected” Logan warned. Takara had the appearance of a demon as she lay there inanimate. Her ears were pointed as well as her skin pallid. I stood there disoriented.
“Next time don’t hesitate. It’s a life or death situation! You can’t trust anyone anymore.” Logan tucked her weapon into her holster leaving me there to dwell on how I had failed Takara. I handed the gun back to Francis and stared at me.
“You really need to keep this on you” He urged.

“I can’t.” I cried.
Out of nowhere, the dragon returned, dove down and wrapped his claws around the fabric of Ava’s dress.
“Ava!” I cried. Logan and Francis shot at it, but her gun jammed and he missed it as it disappeared from our sight. I peered down at Takara, and placed a flower in her place. Francis lowered his head.
“We have to go on Francis.” Logan placed her hand on his elevated shoulder.
“My sister was taken and you want me to forget? She’s all I have left” He shoved her hand from him.
“I know it’s hard but she would have wanted the best for you.” Logan prompted.
“This is all your fault!” He turned to me. “First my mother and now my sister! What makes you so freaking special!” He pushed me down.
“Francis, please I’m sorry!” I pleaded.
“That doesn’t matter, I’ve lost everything because of you! Now what am I going to do with my pathetic life! I don’t even know the first thing about the world around me. I’m one stop short of being a freed slave!” He gritted his teeth as he fought tears. His face reddened as he ran his fingers through his thick hair and pointed the gun at me as his hands

shook.