Henry

Henry kept a brisk pace as he walked down toward Cerberus' dungeon. He reached up and wiped the tears that had begun to form in his eyes. Seeing his father in such a compromising position had shaken him to his core. He wanted nothing more in this moment, than to push those thoughts as far out of his mind as possible. For Henry, the only thing more distracting than his pedophile father was finding the girl.

As he rounded the corner toward the dungeon, the sound of softly approaching footfalls made him stop in his tracks. These sounded like the small bare footsteps of a human child. He quickly pulled the earplugs out of his pocket and stuffed them into his ears. Just as all the sound faded away, he saw a blur of pink and white run past him. Henry reached out and grabbed hold of the pink and white blur, wrapping his bulky arms around her small frame. He watched as her mouth formed a scream. His mouth curled into a smirked as the scream failed to reach his ears. 

"Not this time, girly!" He laughed as she fought to free herself.  Just as he thought that he had outsmarted her, the whites of her eyes turned completely black. He didn't have time to react before her entire body burst into brilliant blue flames, engulfing Henry's torso, face, and arms with it. Henry tried to let go, tried to release her in order to free himself from the blaze, but his skin had melted to her. He was completely immobilized. Henry's body didn't register the pain right away, as the smaller peripheral nerves were instantly cauterized by the intense heat of the blue flames. But after a few seconds, the pain grew and grew until it was unbearable. Searing pain crept through his nerves like lightning bolts, the fiery hot burning sensation shot through every nerve in his body. He felt like every part of him was on fire. Henry wailed and struggled, still attempting to free himself from the girl, who was surprisingly calm, considering she and Henry had become fused together. Henry dropped to his knees, unable to cope with the pain he was in. He and the girl tumbled to the floor, where he landed on top of her, pressing his mangled body against her small writhing frame. Henry momentarily wished for sweet death to take him, before remembering that he had been there, and done that. This pain would be eternal.

The world was still completely silent around him with his earplugs, Henry felt bony fingers wrap around his shoulders. He looked up from the puddle of charred skin he and the girl had become. Abaddon's face peered down from above, mouthing words that Henry could not make out. He tried to focus on Abaddon's thin lips, but he was being pulled and tugged in all directions, making it extremely difficult to attempt any lip reading. Abaddon raised a slender finger, pointing at something. Henry's eyes followed the finger to find Nigel, his lizard hands on the girl, trying with all his might to pull her off of Henry. Slowly, Henry could feel their skin peeling as they began to separate. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't fully appreciate his freedom due to the pure agony he was currently enduring. He thought the pain of a few moments ago was the worst possible thing he could ever feel. He was wrong. Suddenly, he felt a burst of sound enter his ears as Abaddon removed Henry's earplugs.

"Henry, are you alright?" Abaddon asked, looking him over, eyeing the charred patches where he and the girl had been glued together. 

"Do I look alright?" He shouted up at Abaddon. Henry's body was in too much shock. He curled into a ball on the floor and began to weep, before losing consciousness.

"Uh, guys, check this out." Nigel said, holding up the girl, who was still writhing and wiggling, but was now missing large patches of skin from her face, torso, and arms. Those burnt patches revealed bits of metal, wire, and circuitry.

Abaddon's mouth hung open as he stared at the girl, his brain trying to wrap itself around what he was seeing.

"What the actual fuck."

"What should I do with her?" Nigel asked, holding her at arms length.

"Hold on, I'll grab my cloak. Don't let her go, under any circumstances." Abaddon quickly ran back around the corner where his cloak was still laying on the ground. He snatched it up and began jogging back to Nigel.

Nigel held the girl like a bomb, wondering if she might explode at any moment, and desperately hoping he would not end up like Henry, who was still unconscious on the floor, his skin gently smoking from the areas where he was burned.

The girl continued to struggle for freedom. Suddenly, Nigel noticed she became very still. Her head rotated 180 degrees to look him in the eye. Nigel's eyes widened as he watched her eyes turn from black to red. It started out a soft red, then it began to glow and brighten.

"Uh, Big Guy, can you hurry back? I think something bad is about to happen." Nigel looked over his shoulder to check for Abaddon. As he did, a bright red laser beam shot past his head and broke apart the cinder-block wall behind him. He turned back in time to see her laser eyes gearing up for another round. Not wanting to get caught in the laser crosshairs, he let go of her.

Abaddon rushed back at the sound in Nigel's call for help. As he approached, he saw that Nigel was alone, and the girl was once again, missing. 

"Nigel, I swear, I'm going to feed you to the Hell hounds."