Hell's Prisoner, part II

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Drew was woken up by a pounding on the door. The door was flung open and Jake, his gang leader, ran into the room.
“The Masher gang is in our turf, we have to go and take it back!” Before Drew knew what was happening he was outside running along with his gang towards “Their” alley.

“They’re going to fight!” Kro’ot danced for joy, everything was going his way.

“Get them!” Jake yelled as he led the attack on the enemy gang.
“Kill each other!” Kr’ot laughed. The Masher’s were a considerably smaller gang than the Bones. Two of them were killed before the other Mashers finally turned and ran. The Bones chased them until they were nearly to the end of the alley. The dark alley lit up with colors as a police car screeched around the corner.
“Ha ha ha ha ha! Fight and get killed, that way our mission is finished!” the demons laughed. The angels grimly stood by.
Another police car cut off the retreat on the other end of the alley.
“Put your hands in the air and get against the wall!” the police officer said as he stepped out of the car, his pistol pointed at Jake. Jake looked around and saw two more police with guns waiting on the other side of the alley. Jake put his hands against the wall, so did the rest of the Mashers and Bones. As the police officer came to disarm Jake he spun round and punched the man in the face.
“Run for it!” there was a roar as one of the other policemen opened fire on Jake, he crumbled to the ground. Drew ran for all he was worth. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that he was the only one who made it out. Fierce fighting had broken out between the Mashers, Bones, and policemen.

Drew ran and ran until he reached the River Walk. He slipped into one of the shops and pretended to be reading the newspaper as he waited. After a while he left and strolled up and down the river. People were everywhere on the River Walk, shops lined both sides of the river and they were constantly kept busy. A lady walked by with a child in tow. Drew smiled at the child, the little girl screamed; Drew had been punched in the mouth and his mouth was bleeding. The woman turned on Drew,
“One more move like that mister and I’ll call the police.” Darkness was coming on.
‘What have I got to live for?’ he thought to himself. The demons threw their gear in the air, victory was theirs.

When the riverside was relatively quiet Drew took out his knife. He knelt by the river and placed the tip on his forearm. It would be a simple slit down the arm and he would soon bleed to death. He took a deep breath, so did the demons and the angels. A hand caught Drew’s wrists.
The angels began to smile; Joshua was on it all of the time.
“Don’t do it Drew, there’s a better way.” Tim wrenched the knife out of his friend’s hand.
The demons gritted their teeth, while the angels danced for joy.
“Let go of me, no there isn’t!” Drew jerked away from Tim’s grip.

“To the gates! Hold the gates!” Kr’ot bellowed. Demons scrambled to hold the gates. The walls trembled.

“Yes there is, it’s Jesus. He is the only way. Drew, fall into the awaiting arms of Jesus. He died a criminal’s death for you and me; He wants better for you.” Drew began to cry.
“I killed another person today; can He forgive me for that?”
The demons braced the gate with whatever they could get their hands on, they knew what the answer was going to be.
“Yes, He can.” The top of the tower to the demon fortress began to crumble.
“What do I have to do to let Jesus come into my life?” Drew sobbed.
“I’ll tell you, just repeat after me: Almighty God…..”
Cries of pain rent the sky as fire began to fall from the sky onto the fortress, the walls began to crack. The angels celebrated.
“……I’m unworthy of Your mercy…” the gate began to buckle, “…..I’m a sinner and for that You sent Your one and only Son to die for me. Thank You, please forgive me and come into my heart.”

“NOOOOOO!” Kr’ot screamed. The gates to the fortress burst open and angels hurled themselves on the demons. The demons fell back under the fearsome onslaught of the angels. Kr’ot formed his demons into a line. The angels charged the line; there was a clash of weapons and then the lines stood. Neither side saw progress.

“But, what about the police?” Drew asked as he wiped tears from his face, “I’d better get running.” Hope began to shine in the demons’ eyes and they forced the angels back a few feet.
“Turn yourself in, God will handle the rest.” Tim patted Drew’s shoulder. The angels forced the demons back and gained ground.
“Fight for you lives!” Kr’ot stood on a mound of his own dead demons near the back, “fight to keep Drew’s soul damned!”
“Fight for the soul of Drew!” Michael called to his angels from the frontlines, in one hand he held a flaming sword and in the other he held the white flag of the Lamb.

“Put your hands up, you’re under arrest!” Drew turned as if to run, the demons gained heart. Drew stopped, gave Tim a hug and surrendered to the policeman. The will of the demons snapped and they fled. Michael pushed his way to Kr’ot andhurled him down from the mound. The angels chased the demons down and slew them all. The angels rushed into the prison to free the soul of Drew. They still had the jailor to deal with.

Fleish, the jailor, had the prison doors barred. He had three of the best demons in the fortress standing next to him.
There was a solid torturing table that the soul was chained to. The demons took position behind it, arrows notched. The soul was dark and round, it had no features. It was broken in two. There was a banging on the door as Michael attacked the door with his sword.

The door shattered to pieces as Michael broke through, arrows buzzed at his head. He clipped down each arrow in rapid succession.
“Fire again!” more arrows flew. Michael jumped to the side and then sprang over the table. As he landed he slew a demon. More angels packed into the room; the demons were overwhelmed. With one careful swing Michael cut the chains away from the soul.