The Mighty Belthazor

After this:

You're here. Trapped inside. You can't get out.

The human soul is the weak one, not me.

You're trapped here. You're the weak one.

I'm a killer. He is a killer. He can't fight me for long.

He can. He will. And his friends will help him.

Bel awoke with a cry as he threw the fireball at Isabel. The trooper on guard shone a light into his cell, blinding him momentarily. "Quiet in there," he ordered.

He settled back down on the bed, shivering under the blanket. Isabel had said he couldn't hurt her in the dream, but he couldn't help but worry that he had.

He can. He will. And his friends will help him.

Trying to take strength from Isabel's words, he fell into the first restful sleep he'd had in days.

So his first 24 hours in jail hadn't been too bad. He'd gotten visits from five cute girls (even if one of them was responsible for leaving him unable to free himself from the cell) and one cat. Everybody seemed to believe he wasn't guilty and promised to help prove it and find who was setting him up.

The time in between visitors was excruciatingly boring, however, at least until Lana gave him some books and paper and pen. One of the troopers had laughingly tossed him a copy of an old issue of Cosmo as well, but he ignored the garishly pink cover with the big yellow letters spelling out "How to find the clinardis."

He hadn't told anyone about the nightmare yet. He had hinted to Phoebe about his worry that maybe he really had been the one to attack Alllie and he simply didn't remember it, but she had dismissed his fears. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if his demon side was capable of suppressing his human side instead of vice versa. Which was stronger, human soul or demon?

When the troopers turned the lights off in his cell and he couldn't even read anymore, he sat on the bed in the darkness, dreading falling asleep. Between the darkness and the boredom, eventually he drifted off.

( He woke up.... )

Tuesday, Feb 21
I was lying in bed with someone curled behind me. It must've been Phoebe because it was a familiar presence, but I didn't see her face. It was a top bunk with a red curtain around it. I got the feeling that someone was outside so I pulled the curtain open a little. There was a dark figure standing by the bed. I tried to call out, but I couldn't talk. I couldn't move. The figure moved toward me, and then I woke up.


Thursday, Feb 23
I was somewhere dark, like I was floating in space. There was no light anywhere so I didn't know where to go. Finally I saw a faint light far away and started to swim towards it. I felt something grab me and try to stop me, but I kept going toward the light. When I got close the light reached out with tendrils and grabbed me, trying to pull me free of whatever was holding me back. I felt like I was being torn in two. I don't remember what happened after that.


Saturday, Feb 25
I was running from something, but I don't remember what it was. Then the ground disappeared. It wasn't like a cliff or something -- the ground was just gone. I started falling. It felt like I was falling forever. Then I hit something soft and stopped falling. It was a wing with red feathers. I thought I was safe, but then the wing caught fire and I started to burn. I woke up before I burned to death.