Welcome to Hell:

His Own Heaven

Hi there~ OwO/ Thank you for taking the time to read this! Below is a continuation of my Welcome to Hell fanfic, originally titled "The Cries of a Demon". Welcome to Hell is of course not my creation, this short film was made by miss Erica Wester or Real-faker. It's an awesome film so if you haven't already, you should definitely go check it out! /w/

People have been real supportive :'3 So thank you guys! If you like this please let me know! I am hoping to continue :'3 Please enjoy! 3

"What are you looking at, Sammie?" Two young girls stand together in the rain, brightly colored plastic raincoats draped over them and small umbrellas clutched in their hands; shielding them from the cool droplets of water. The grey sky looms over them as the sound from the light drizzle beats rhythmically onto the concrete. The younger of the two continues to stare at what seemed to be...nothing; her brows furrowed in concern. There is no sound from her companion. The elder shifts her weight, free hand on her hip as she gives a disapproving scowl. "Sam, I'm talking to you." She says to the pale young girl who gives nothing but a frown. The taller girl with beautifully tanned skin clears her throat, tapping her foot in expectancy. Still, there is no response. Clearly, patience is not her virtue; the feisty young girl rolling her deep chocolate brown eyes in annoyance. Her free hand moves in front of young Samantha's face, waving hastily in front of her deep blue eyes. "Hello? Anyone home?" She asks, voice clearly showing her impatience with the young blonde.

"Maria, why is that boy standing in the rain...?" Samantha's soft words leave her thinly pressed lips, eyes focused on the strange boy across from them; standing as still as a statue in the middle of the street. His thin arms were clung around him, head lowered so that she could not make out his facial features. Maria gives an unimpressed stare before looking out into the rain, following young Samantha's curious yet worried gaze. She squints her eyes as she searches, before giving an exasperated sigh.

"No one's there, Sam." Maria says simply. Samantha looks away from the stranger for only a moment as she glances to the older girl who is clearly unhappy with her. Her confused look makes Maria raise a quizzical brow in question. The innocent blonde looks back with worry still written on her features as the boy's hands move up to cradle his own face, Sam able to see his figure trembling through the rainfall.

"You don't see him?" Samantha asks, innocent wide eyes on the boy as he trembles. Maria lets out a peeved groan.

"No, Sam." Maria says her name with disdain. "Now stop making up lies or i'll tell on you." She warns as she turns her attention down the street, watching for the school bus. Sam's eyes move back to the boy, locking onto the shaking figure. She takes a step forward hesitantly, but stops before she takes another. Was there something she could do? She seems unsure for a moment...how could Maria not see him? She mumbles something inaudible under her breath before taking another step. "What?" Maria asks, looking back over her shoulder at the blonde girl, her own eyes narrowed. Once again Samantha's lips move but the sound is drowned out; words too quiet for Maria to understand. Maria rolls her eyes once again at little Sammie, about to tell her to speak up over the rain... before Samantha steps down from the sidewalk and into the street.

"I think he's crying…" Samantha says, gentle voice barely reaching Maria's ears. Maria looks out into the road again, searching...but there is no one there. She's sure of it. Samantha takes another step, her bright purple rainboots letting out a squeak as they meet the puddled water. Maria turns, glancing to see if her mother was watching them. Since Samantha lives down the road the bus stop, Maria's mother always watched the girls from the living room window to make sure they both got onto the bus together safe and sound. Her mother was not watching over them today though, busily getting herself ready to go into work for the day.

"Are you nuts?" Maria hissed, whipping back around and grabbing at Samantha's lean wrist. Sam looks back, alarmed as Maria glared into her childlike eyes. "You'll get us both in trouble if you go in the road alone, dummy." Maria says as she gives another worried glance back to the window. Correction, she'd get in trouble if her mother saw that Sam was wondering into the street... she was the oldest after all. She always had to look out for precious little Sammie. Samantha looks back into the street at the boy, whispering something about him. Maria gives a huff, yanking Samantha back towards the sidewalk, almost sending Sammie to the ground as she continues to stare off into nothing almost in a trance. "You're such a little baby. What is this, another imaginary friend?" Maria's voice is condescending as the blonde watches the boy fall onto his knees, Sam letting out the faint sound of a gasp. Samantha pulls away, running into the road. "Sam!" Maria yells, taking a step forward before freezing in place, unsure if she should chase after the blonde.

The rain had been slowly picking up as the sky darkened, wind seeming to push against Sam; almost as if it was trying to stop her in her tracks. She hears Maria yelling at her from the safety of the sidewalk but...she couldn't turn back. Something was drawing her to the young male. Water fans out around her as she rushes through the deep puddle of pooling rain water that floods the middle of the street. "Are you okay?" Sam cries out as she takes in a breath of cold air. She slows her pace, carefully walking up to the distraught looking boy whose eyes are glued to the ground. "Hey…" She says as she tilts her head slowly. He looked...dry. 'How come he isn't wet…?' She wonders to herself as her mouth opens to speak.

The boy slowly looks up, tears in his eyes. Her face shows her shock, tears pooling out of his watery eyes and rolling off his chin. Her chest ached, almost as if it was trying to reciprocate the sorrow she could see in his glistening green eyes. "Sam, get back here now or i'm telling!" She hears Maria threaten, unable to look away from the boy. He sniffs, looking away as he uses the back of his hand to wipe at his eyes furiously. He mutters something about being humiliated. Samantha slowly tilts her head to the opposite side in confusion, the boy then letting out a muffled sob. She bites onto her bottom lip as she hears Maria yell that she's getting her mother. Sam takes a small step forward, pausing before she holds her umbrella out to block off the rain that seemed to be falling threw his very body.

The boy looks up in alarm, the frightened look quickly turning into a frown. He looked almost...skeptical, eyebrows furrowed and eyes reflecting his inner questioning of her strange actions. "I want to help you!" The small girl gives a bright smile, cheeks a rosy red from the cold air. The boy wiped at his eyes again, this time trying to keep wary green eyes on her. She watches him, her kind smile unwavering and this makes the boy feel...weird. "You seem really sad...are you lost? Or hurt?" She asks him, another gust of wind blowing at them making Sam shiver. His head lowers, more tears falling from his eyes. Samantha's worried look returns to her as he silently cries. Suddenly the boy looks up in alarm, the sound of a running engine nearby.

"Get out of the road." The boy says to Sam as she offers her hand out to him. He looks up at her in disbelief.

"You have to get out of the street too!" She insists with a smile, Sock able to hear the car approaching from down the road, it's tires splashing into the potholes in the street filled up with cold water from the rain. He slowly rises up from the ground, feeling uneasy as he sniffles again, then insisting that she get out of the street again; murmuring about a car coming.

"Samantha!" A screech from Maria's mother is heard as Sam looks back, frightened by her hysterical voice. The boy looks over to see a red sports car speeding down the hill through the rain, right towards the girl. The small girl's large blue eyes are like those of a doe in headlights, her body frozen as she watches the careless driver speed down through the quiet residential neighborhood, right towards her. The driver slams on the breaks as he sees the young girl, the water causing his tires to slip over the asphalt as the car skidded right towards Samantha and the boy. "Sam!" The woman screams again as she runs towards the road through the rain, Maria close behind.

Samantha feels cold air rush through her as she feels herself shoved away. She falls, her body landing in the large puddle of murky rainwater. Her exposed skin stings from skidding across the rough street, her tiny flower print covered umbrella blowing down the street and away into the wind. Her head meets with the ground, though she pulls her face out of the puddle with a shaky grasp, her head whipping back to the street. The red car barely misses her small legs as it whizzes past her, a wave of almost muddy water from the puddle washing over the petite girl. The car lets out a loud squeak, it's tires rejecting the water as it splashes into another deep puddle; the car turning the corner and disappearing down the road.

Sam sees the boy standing where the car just passed, arms reached out as if they froze in place when he shoved her out of harms way. Both little Samantha and the Boy stare into each other's frightened eyes. "Samantha!" Samantha's body is lifted from the ground, Maria's mother holding the tiny girl in an embrace. "Oh my god, what were you doing!" The woman exclaims in fear as she holds her, Samantha silently staring at the boy in horror. The car...went right through him. Maria stares at the spot too, her own brown eyes reflecting shock. Something had just pushed the blonde...but nothing was there. The girls are silent as Maria's mother pulls Maria close, hugging both girls. "Thank goodness you're both okay…" She says to the two girls. They are all still for a moment, the mother sniffling before she gently takes Maria's hand; hurrying to lead her inside and out of the rain as she carries Samantha. "I'll get you patched up and then we'll give your mother a call little one…" Maria's mother says, fighting to keep her voice from wavering.

Samantha still silently watches the crying boy with the strange clothes and pretty green eyes in utter disbelief. How did that just happen? The beautiful woman takes the two children inside, releasing Maria's arm once they were all safely inside the nice warm home and shutting the door behind them. She sets Sam down, drying both girls off as well as she can before noticing the deep scrapes on Samantha from when she fell. She quickly picks Samantha back up, rushing into the open kitchen and setting her onto the table, getting a towel to try to clean up a little as Samantha's scrapes bleed. She then tells them to stay put as she rushes into the bathroom, looking for the first aid kit. "Keep an eye on Sammie, sweetheart." She says to Maria who nods slowly without looking to her mother. The woman disappears into the hall. Blood drips down from her wounds, her attention set solely on the boy though the window. He stands completely still, arms still held out, as if his own actions had turned him to stone.

Maria keeps her eyes on the road outside too, slowly reaching for a paper towel. She runs the plush paper towel under warm water before handing it to Samantha. "Here, Sammie." She says, neither of the two looking at each other. Samantha takes it, giving a quiet thank you before whipping at the blood trailing down her body. The silence goes on as they hear a curse from the bathroom along with a loud pop song playing; the woman's ringtone. They hear her answer with a shaky, "Hello?" as she notifies her boss that she won't be able to make it in today. A string of apologies is heard from the woman.

"Did you see?" Samantha asks suddenly, her normal cheeriness gone. Maria takes in a deep breath before quickly undoing the florescent pink buttons to her rain coat, sliding the fabric up over her head, leaving her long brown hair a mess. She sets the coat on the back of one of the kitchen chairs with great care, lingering. It seemed she was trying to find an answer for the sweet blonde. "You saw him, right?" Sam questions, an urgency in her normally joyful voice. Maria's hands hover over her coat when she hears little Sam's question, quietly thinking in a drawn out silence.

"No." Maria speaks, her voice drained. Samantha finally looks away from the statue like boy as she watches Maria slip off her rainboots, the water from them dripping; a shiny pool of water forming on the beautiful hardwood flooring. Maria leaves the kitchen for a moment, entering the hallway with her soaked boots, before swiftly entering again. She comes over to Samantha, kneeling before her and keeping her own brown eyes away from the petite blue eyed girl. She slips Samantha's bright purple rainboots off as she hesitantly glances up. "I never saw a boy." Maria adds in as she stands back up, turning on her heel as she slips back into the hallway; setting the rainboots down. Samantha hangs her head before looking back out into the road. There he still stood alone in the rain, frozen in time.

"You had to see though...he pushed me out of the way." Sam says sadly as she looks down at her scrapes, washing the blood away with the damp implement. Maria peaks around the corner from the hall, watching her friend. She slowly enters, making her way to the kitchen table and cautiously pulling herself up to sit beside Samantha on the table. They look at each other, the silence continuing to draw on before Samantha lowers her head again.

"I don't know what happened, Sammie. All I know is that you're an idiot and that you could've been flattened like a pancake out there because of it…" Maria wears an all too serious look as Samantha keeps her watering eyes on anything but her friend. "I was scared. You should know better than to go in the road." Maria lectures with a stern face. Samantha whispers an apology as Maria shifts, leaning closer to her friend. "But...you're okay. So, that's what matters." Maria's voice is calming, kind. She gives Samantha a hug, something that's rare to happen between the two for Maria has the impression that this sort of thing is "for babies". Samantha's face reads nothing but shock at first but it slowly melts away, showing a beautifully bright smile instead. She hugs Maria back with a giggle, nodding enthusiastically back as tears fall. Maria's eyes widen, but she lets her friend cry onto her shoulder; her own arms wrapped around her in a comforting embrace. "I was so lucky...he saved me, Maria." Samantha says through her tearful grin.

"I think he was an Angel…"

The boy stands with large reddening eyes as he shakes, vision locked onto his outstretched arms. He can hear his heart beating fast, stronger than the beat of a drum. His mouth is agape as he shakes, taking in an unneeded gulp of air. "What the fuck?" His lips tremble with his words as the sound of his voice is wisped away on the breath of the wind. He shakes his head in denial, his body lowering as he sinks to the ground. "What the fuck!" He screeched at the top of his lungs, convulsing into bitter tears that ran down his cheeks.

This is Sock.

His body can feel the cold, his heart aches. Sock wished as his body met the ground, head sinking into the puddle, that he would drown. At least then he wouldn't be feeling this. It was a little too late for that though. Sock stares at his hands, whispering "no" to himself over and over again. "Why now…" He says as he grinds his teeth, jaw clenched shut. The pain he felt in his chest was almost as horrible as that night when he lost him. The boy he loved whose name brought him to tears even now. The boy who actually made Sock's existence worth something before being ripped away. Sock writhes as if he is in physical pain, letting out a gasp. All of his built up emotions were hitting him; knocking the breath right out of him. He really felt for a moment that he was drowning...but he knew he wasn't that lucky.

Sock here is a Demon. The boy named Jonathan was Sock's very own personal Heaven. Sock's soul was not truly damned...not until his Heaven was stolen away.

The memories of Jonathan were flooding his mind...the moment Jonathan's life disappeared from him. How he layed there with his body crying for what felt like weeks. Jonathan's final words play in Socks head like a broken record, and endless loop, playing over and over again. "I love you" He hears Jonathan say. Over and over, it was enough to drive anyone mad...and it was something he'd never escape. He'd never gone through such a relapse before now, even after all this time. He tries to block out the thoughts, taking in gasps of air...his lungs ached. They were screaming for air but he no longer needed to breathe. Droplets of rain fall from the sky as if it wept with him; the sky's tears phasing right through his own eyes. Why was this so painful for him? Why was he suffering after all these years?

What we've witnessed on this fateful day is the very first time Sock has been able to save a life...but that life was not Jonathan's.

Sock let's out a sob as he raises his hands to look at them. These hands let Jonathan down. He was unable to save the love of his life, the reason for his pitiful existence. What had changed? Why was it that he was able to save Sam, but not Jonathan? Sock thinks about the feeling he had as he shoved that little girl away from death. He had felt her skin...the warmth of her body. He felt alive. He clamps his eyes shut as the feeling of tears in his eyes leaves a sting that burned into him. "Why couldn't I save you…?" Sock asks the sky, wondering if his words would ever reach Jonathan. His eyes burst open as a school bus pulls up, stopping right over where he lay. The tires ran over his lungs...but they phased right though his body. There was no pain...but he wished for the physical pain. Anything to relieve him from what tortured his soul. The bus pulls away, Sock groggily sitting back up as he rubbed at his tear stained face. His bright green eyes fall onto the familiar house that had sent him into tears before that little girl came along. The house that held so many beautiful memories for him. "Jonathan…" Sock whispers, tears welling up again as he looks upon a place that once felt like his home.

For the Demon today saved an Angel, but in his time of need was unable to save his own Heaven.