A Helping Hand

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"-stop."

The voice was familiar, but I couldn't place where I knew it or why I'd be hearing it in my room.

My eyes slipped open to Tracy, the bus driver, shaking my shoulder gently.

"Amy, you missed your stop. This is the last one." Her eyes were full of worry.

I sat up and looked around. I was on the bus, everyone else had gone and it was dark outside the window. The surrounding buildings didn't look in any way friendly.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I thought you'd gotten off without me seeing you like you always do."

"No, Tracy, it's okay. It's not your fault I fell asleep."

This brought a sympathetic smile to her face.

"Finals?"

I grinned back, "Yeah."

"I don't know what to do, I can't help you, but I'm not leaving you here alone." She sat down on the seat across me.

"I'll just find a phone and call a cab. Where's the nearest…something?"

Tracy's eyes drifted up toward the front of the bus as her hand drifted toward the small cross around her neck.

"Need some help angel?"

Before I could look at who'd spoken, Tracy stood.

"Not from you." Her voice shook as did her entire body, but there was a fire in her eyes.

I looked up and standing on the stairs was a man smoking a cigarette. He shook some ash to the ground as my eyes rested on his face. My heart stopped, and I understood the fear that Tracy was feeling.

It took one look at his face and I knew who he was. Whether or not he'd made it obvious for me to know, I had no idea.

His name involuntarily fell out of my mouth, "Lucifer."

It wasn't loud enough for anyone to hear other than myself, but the atmosphere thickened in the crammed bus.

"People don't terribly often miss their stop, but when they do, they end up here. It's my job to make sure they get home." He continued, shaking a little rain out of his hair; it was brown with a light brown highlights. He flashed me a grin of amazing teeth that could somehow look menacing at the same time.

Regardless, I didn't miss his lack of adding "safely" into that sentence.

I didn't have any other choice but to go with him. There didn't appear to be any other place around here. I did my best to recall everything I knew about the devil that could help me or keep me safe.

I knew he had nothing to offer that I'd ever consider.

I stood "Umm, okay, thank you."

Tracy seemed like she was going to say something and grabbed my hand.

I smiled softly at her. "I'll be alright." I said squeezing her hand.

I walked toward him. It seemed completely unnatural for me to be going to Satan, not away from him.

I kept telling myself that I wouldn't be around him long.

I came close enough that he moved and put his hand on my back to guide me out of the bus. If I hadn't seen his arm move I wouldn't have been aware that he was touching me. I could hardly feel it. He seemed much larger now that I was next to him. He was easily over six feet tall and could put up a fight.

"She'll see you tomorrow Tracy." He called back. I couldn't pinpoint the hidden message his voice conveyed.

The wind blew a small spray of light rain and I pulled my coat tighter around my neck.

"Thanks for coming along." He muttered. "Tracy doesn't trust me." I looked at him as he winked at me and I was stunned.

I never would have guessed that The Rebel Son had eyes that contained every kind of blue that I could imagine. The fire that they roared in hardly seemed contained by his body.

It took me a moment to desensitize myself from his eyes, but I managed to find my voice. "And why would that be…brother?"

He didn't halt in his stride, but threw his head to the sky and let out a laugh that seemed to resonate through the clouds. I wasn't sure if the sudden gust of wind was what chilled me to my bones.

"So, you know who I am, and you still came with me." he looked to me with an excited light. "Are you looking for something else other than a telephone?" he held is arms out as if offering himself.

"No." I said simply, continuing forward. I felt the slight purse in my lips.

His expression fell immediately and lines appeared between his eyebrows.

"Well that's a shame." He seethed.

I tried not to be surprised by his sudden change in attitude.

Loud, harsh music began wafting in and out of my ears as we came close to a club, the door was opening and closing as people went inside.

The Styx. I smiled to myself at the characteristic of the name and its mythological origins. He had said it was his place. So this was his river to hell.

A doorman stood by the door, typical of most, tall, beefy, and covered in tattoos. He made no motion at stopping anyone that went inside regardless of age or social standing. It seemed anyone was welcome into this dangerous place.

"Drake." Lucifer, Satan, I didn't know what to call him yet, nodded to the doorman.

"All hail Nick." He muttered back with a smirk. "Who's the doll face?"

Being called doll face wasn't new to me. My literal doll-like features made me easy to identify.

"This," Nick wrapped his arm around my waist and smothering me into his side, "Is Angel."

"It's Amy." I corrected.

Drake chuckled.

"Nope. It's Angel." Nick gave a stern stare. I was beginning to figure out how this place ran. He was the authority, the boatman, but I didn't belong here. He wasn't in charge of me.

"Although," he thought, "doll face isn't bad either." He waved it off. "Well, either way, it's Mine for short."

I couldn't stop my mouth from falling open. I gathered myself and began to protest.

"Isn't that right Drake?" He interrupted.

"Damn straight! Don't you forget it doll face!" now Drake winked at me too and Nick started to pull me into the club and I didn't have the strength to fight against him.

"Later Angel!" Drake called behind us with a laugh.

I don't know how I hadn't noticed it before, but once we went through the door I was completely invaded by the nauseating smell of mixed cigarette, pot, cocaine, heroin, and a million other kinds of smoke. Alcohol was surly hidden in there somewhere along with other human scents. Even without the smell there was no way I could see anything or anyone with the flashing lights and almost complete blackness made by all of the bodies.

By the sound of it there were more than likely several fights going on somewhere and other activities that I wished were easier to ignore.

Nick stopped next to another doorman on the inside. As much as Drake was covered in tattoos, this guy was covered in piercings. "Angel here's free to come and go as she pleases." He nodded toward me and the second doorman only glared down at me before we continued on. It should have been impossible for me to hear him with all of the noise, but he must have wanted me to hear and spoke loud enough.

I knew trying to direct myself in this mess would be worthless, so I let Nick pull me along. We went to the far side of the room and began to follow a barely noticeable line of small skull-shaped party lights hanging from the shallow ceiling. As we passed through the crowd Nick would either pass a joint or drink from one person to another after taking some himself or push two people closer than seemed possible. Once he even took the hand of a scared looking young man with glasses and thrust it into a tall woman's rear. I was grateful no one was touching me, but I was getting more uncomfortable by the second.

After what seemed an eternity, Nick took me up a small set of stairs to a door. He opened it without hesitation and nearly threw me inside. I stumbled but caught myself on a desk, then looked around.

This one room was an entire floor. It was as big as downstairs if not bigger. The entire place was high class-furnished, but the gaudy and dark kind. Besides the immediate area that I was in, the rest of the room was dark enough that I couldn't make out details of what was in it.

I found Nick leaning against the door with a mischievous half grin across his face as he shamelessly pervaded my body with his eyes. Then without a word he walked over to a small home bar.

I turned and tried to find a phone. He'd said there was a pay phone, but why would there be one in here?

"Where's the pay phone?" I asked quietly.

Ignoring my question he asked "How old are you?"

I frowned. I'd play along, but only until I found the phone. "Twenty-two."

"Ah, you're over age, so no reason to protest." He said as he turned around with two glasses in his hand.

I didn't take it.

"The phone?" I pressed.

He was suddenly much to close.

"What's the rush?" his voice slithered off of his tongue like a spell floating effortlessly into my ears. His lips and nose wafted about my face. "Relax a little while…" His hands went from my waist to my shoulders, effortlessly slipping my coat off. "and have a drink." The scent of his breath was thicker than the smoke downstairs, more intoxicating, more inviting than any physical substance. It was making me more senseless by the second, but not enough that I didn't notice his hips driving me into the desk.

I broke my face away, shocked that I gasped for breath. "Phone." I muttered.

His hand flew up into my vision, a small cordless phone inside it.

I stared at it confused.

"I thought you said there was a payphone." I began to glare.

"This is a payphone." He grinned. "We just have a different kind of payment around here."

My heart was suddenly in my throat and I couldn't breathe again, only this time I was able to feel it. I could feel my pulse in my hands as they clutched the desk behind me.

"So…" Nick began his face closing in on mine again and I closed my eyes.

"We can discuss that later." I carefully opened my eyes to see him pull back and hold the phone out to me.

I stared at him, trying to see if there was a trick in this. His eyes didn't betray him.

Taking the phone my hand shook slightly and I found myself upset with how he was able to affect me like this.

I called the taxi and thanked God that it was close. A mere ten minutes away.

"Thank you." I said and hung up the phone and handed it out to Nick.

He took the phone and before I could blinked, tossed it onto the desk, grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him, smashing my lips into his.

He kissed me in the most invading way, forcing my mouth open and flicking his tongue in without permission. I tried to fight, but he was too strong. I threw myself away from him with a gasp the second he let me go. I didn't stop and ran out of the room his laugh chasing me down the stairs and even through the entire club.

I wasn't sure if I was just hearing it in my head now as I ran past Drake outside, heading towards the street as he called after me, "See you next time doll face!" 

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