Emma P.O.V.

I fell asleep after I cried. I either fell asleep or I passed out, I'm not really sure which. I was startled wake when the outer door was slammed shut. Let me tell you, you do not want to be startled awake when your body is already screaming in pain. The cell door was opened. I managed to look up from my little ball and unintentionally let out a small whimper when I saw that it was Anti. I tucked my head under my arms and braced myself for more pain.

But instead of striking me, he rested a hand on the part of my head that I couldn't protect. There was a slight tingle, and the pain abated. He's...healing me!? "W-wha?" I stutter. "I'm only doing this so you won't die. This doesn't mean we're done with you." Aaaaaannd, there goes any hope that they have mercy. Great. "Now, what we need you to do is simply separate me and Dark from our hosts. Now that's not to too bad is it?" Hosts? Mark and Jack are still alive?! This all means nothing if I don't know how to use my power.

"Y-you forgot the fact that I don't know how to use this power." I managed to say, feeling slightly smug about it. "That's easy. You just need to write down the proper phrasing needed to do what needs to be done. Then Dark and I should be able to cast it ourselves." This works exactly like that Doctor Who episode.  "If I set you free, you'll have even more power than you have now, right?" "Correct." "You'll use this power to cause as much destruction and chaos as possible won't you?" "Of course." He said with a disgustingly happy "And if I don't help you, I suffer a fate worse than death." I summed up. "Exactly." At this point he stopped healing me and stepped away from me.

I'll admit it. I hesitated. I thought hard about this choice. I mean, I'm a normal person (mostly), and no one like that would easily choose between saving hundreds over their own skin. I almost chose to just help them. But then I remembered my heroes. Percy Jackson. Optimus Prime. Supergirl. Flash. The Doctor. Captain America. My own OCs. (There aren't enough girls on this list. Oh well.) They all willingly put there lives on the line day after wretched day for innocent lives. It's about time I do the same.

"I won't help you." I stated once again. Anti was surprised to say the least. It quickly changed to anger. "I can't tell if you're brave or just stupid. What I've done to you is just a small taste of what we can do to you. Why do you continue to do this to yourself to protect people you owe nothing to? People you don't even know?"

"I do it out of compassion. I protect people because it's the right thing to do. I've heard enough stories about heroes saving people and sacrificing themselves for the greater good to have that mentality ingrained in me. I don't expect a demon to understand that." I spat at him, not a single stutter to be heard.

He glared at me. "Dark will be here shortly to have his turn with you. Don't expect me to heal you anytime soon." He turned and walked out. I sat up. I was still sore, but nothing really hurt. They're already so powerful, what'll happen if I break and help them? No, I can't break. 'Everyone talks. Everyone breaks.' Thanks for remembering that quote at this time brain! (sarcasm). I will not break, or die trying. "I...I swear on the River Styx that I will kill myself before I break." I declared. An oath like that may not normally have any real life consequences, but at this point, anything can happen. Plus, to a Percy Jackson fangirl, it's the strongest oath anything, even gods, can take.

Anti P.O.V.

Why is she bringing this on herself? Why isn't she like the rest of her kind, selfish and cowardly? Doesn't that describe your kind? Shut up! I'm not going to sit quietly while you torture an innocent girl! Especially if I can stop you! Stop me? You can barely talk to me! What hope do you have of getting your body back? The hope I get from seeing that girl stand up to you!

I felt a weak mental punch, and I quickly locked him back into the back of my mind. Dark nodded as he saw me approach. "Did she agree?" "No." Dark looked mildly surprised at this, but then he smirked. "More fun for us." I smirked in agreement. Dark walked off to Emma's cell, and I went to the one-way window to enjoy the show.

I'm not gonna lie, I scare myself sometimes. Seems the only time I get inspiration for this story is when I'm in a funk. Anyway, I wrote all of this in one sitting so things might not make sense. Now, to figure out how to write the next scene. See ya!