Intern 2 woke up on the floor. He slowly opened his eyes and winced as a splitting headache developed almost immediately. As his senses slowly returned, he felt a wet patch spread across his stomach, and he stank of alcohol. Strewn across the floor were a couple of empty bottles of wine and beer. The intern had always had a low tolerance level for alcohol, but he couldn’t even remember putting the drink to his lips. He carefully staggered up and glanced at the clock through blurry eyes. Eight o clock. He was already half an hour late.

The brunette intern dashed through the streets, eyes locked on the MyMusic company building. He was nearly there. His hands collided with the glass panels and he pushed it open, almost falling through the doorway. He felt everyone’s eyes on him as he walked over to his seat, and saw the shadow of his boss leaning over him.

“Intern 2, why are you so late? And why did you leave so early yesterday without notifying me?”

The intern swallowed and looked up to his hipster boss.

“I-I was ill, Indie, so I went home…”

“Shut up Intern 2! Just make up for it, ok?”

The intern watched as his boss stomped back into his office, wiping the sweat that had accumulated on his brow. He had got off lightly this time. With a nervous sigh he turned to his dimly lit screen and started to get to work, just as a splitting headache returned and he almost doubled over, as it became agonising, almost like someone was penetrating through his mind and searching through it.

A loud slam thundered though the intern’s thoughts, and he looked up to locate the source of the noise. The glass door was swinging on its hinges, indicating the entrance of three men. As the intern scanned their faces he felt his jaw go slack as his mind registered the memory. These were the three men that he saw murder Darren. He held back a gasp and swallowed, the sweat recollecting on his forehead as his temperature peaked. There was no doubt about it. It was them.

“Can I help you?

Scene smiled as she asked the question, masking her confused expression. The platinum blond, Albie, stepped forward and addressed the scene intern.

“Yeah, we’re, uh, a band. We’ve come to see the one known as Melvin Munson.”

“You mean Intern 2?”

“Yes, uh, sure. Can we speak to him in another room?”

“Of course! Intern 2, go speak with them in another room, ok?”

Scene shoved the unwilling intern out of his seat and towards the trio of murderers. They started to walk forward, and the intern had no choice but to follow along into the empty room. The one with the scarred face and the once with cropped hair stood outside the door waiting for their leader.

“Scars, Blunt, you two stay out.”

They grunted and pushed the intern into the room, Albie closely following.

Intern 2 looked nervously at Albie, now trapped in the room with only the open door for a possible escape. Albie smirked and lifted his arm towards the door. The intern swore his hand started to glow a faint blue just before the door slammed shut. He took a step back and swallowed as the blond clasped his fist.

“So, ‘Intern 2’, a little birdy told me that you witnessed a certain something that no-one was meant to see.”

He took a step towards the intern, reducing the distance between them again.

“And, I’m sorry, but that can’t be tolerated.”

Albie’s hand once again glowed blue, but this time more intense, and his smirk widened.

“Your time is up, Melvin. Goodbye.”

Albie’s body started altering in front of the intern. The tips of his hair faded to black, and a long, barbed tail snaked out from beneath his leather jacket. The eye that wasn’t covered by his hair turned amber, the pupil reduced to a slit.  He raised his hand to strike, and the intern was frozen in place, either by fear or something beyond it. He wanted to scream but his mouth was sealed shut, like his lips were iced over. It couldn’t end like this.

Suddenly, something hard and warm was in front of him, blocking his view. He gasped as he recognised the voice that followed.

“You’re not going to hurt him, you hear that? You’ll have to get through me if you even want a chance.”

It was Satan saving his life. Again.

“You’ve come to rescue your little boyfriend, have you? How sweet. Oh, I’ll be happy to get through you, Lucy my boy. You just try and stop me.”

Both Satan and Albie rose into the air, Satan with hands glowing with fire, Albie with hands of ice.

“I will, Albrecht. I will stop you happily.”

Their hands collided in a flash of white, and Satan threw Albie to the ground. Albie growled and flipped onto his feet, sending a shot of blue cascade past the devil’s shoulder. Blue blood splattered onto the ground in front of the intern as a kick from Satan connected with the platinum blond’s face. He spat out more blue before cracking his head back into place and tackling the demon, rolling over and over on the dusty floor. The intern stood in place, still frozen and in awe of the action that was unfolding in front of him. Albie ended on top, as Satan clawed at his face. Quick as a flash, Albie pinned down the devils arms and drooled over him, his hands tightening their grip as they started to glow blue once again. They seemed to be almost burning Satan’s arms, and he grimaced as he jabbed his own tail into Albie’s leg.

Albie let go of the devil’s arms for a second, giving an opening for him to slip out from the blond’s grasp. Albie cursed before glancing across the room at Intern 2 and smirking, his teeth like knives. With a sudden movement he crossed the room, sending a rock hard punch into the intern’s stomach. The brunette intern was thrown across the room, smashing into the back wall. His leg had been torn open by Albie’s tail, and he tasted the metallic tang of blood in his mouth as his stomach gurgled in agony. His vision started to go hazy, but he still focused on the battle, entranced by the two demons locking horns.

Satan appeared by his side in a flash of fire, just as a well-aimed kick from Albie dislocated the demon’s jaw. The blood sprayed onto the intern’s leg wound, and he recoiled as it burned the gaping cut, and he could see the colours mixing and boiling. He gritted his teeth and returned to watching the conflict, which had moved almost within touching distance. Satan shoved his jaw back into place with a sickening crack and grabbed Albie’s neck, wrenching him forward and kneeing him in the stomach repeatedly. Albie once again spat some blood to the side and shifted himself so he was facing Satan, the blood landing on the intern’s leg and running into the gash. He gripped the wall as both demons’ blood entered his bloodstream, and his temperature rose and fell in random waves. This couldn’t be good. It couldn’t be good at all.

The intern reached forward and tenderly touched the wound on his leg, and feeling nothing but the heat of the now indigo blood on his fingers, started to hyperventilate. He had lost all feeling in his leg, and the sensation was spreading through his body. It was strangely soothing, and worrying at the same time. It was like power coursing through his veins. He moved his hand away from the cut and stared at the blood on his fingers. Within minutes of the demon blood mixing into his wound, the normal deep red had been turned thick and completely blue. What was happening? He glanced at the fighting demons and saw that both were now firing balls of fire and ice at each other, some hitting their target and others missing completely. A large fireball collided with Albie’s shoulder and he was flung to the ground. Satan took his chance and dived onto him, pinning him to the ground with all his weight. They were both badly beaten and breathing heavily. Satan wiped a fleck of blood from his cheek and generated a fireball in his hand, ready to strike, but Albie smirked and panted from his dry lips.

“Oh, believe me, I’m not giving up. I’ll find you, and I will kill you and your little boyfriend. I admit that now I will have to depart, but I won’t rest until you’re both dead.”

And with that, he disappeared in a flash of light, leaving the devil kneeling on the ground. He thumped his fist against the floor and collapsed, the only sign of life being the sound of his rasping breath. In the corner, Intern 2 was starting to convulse, dizziness and loss of blood taking over his mind. With teeth clenched he dragged himself into a sitting position and rested his head against the wall. The light was fading, threatening he was going to faint. He needed to stay awake. He needed…to…stay awake…