"All alone, lost in the abyss, crawling in the dark.

Nothing to wet my longing lips, and I wonder where you are.

Are you far? Will you come to my rescue?

Am I left to die…?

But I can't give up on you…

I feel you keeping me alive,

you are my Salvation.

Touch you, taste you, feel you here.

I feel you keeping me alive,

you are my Salvation.

Hold me, heal me, keep me near.

My heart will burn for you,

It's all I can do…."

X-

I can't wait any longer.

Even thinking her name causes me to cringe in frustration, guilt, and pure pain.

I heard her call my name before I exited the court of the Charred Council. Her tone of voice, the fear, anguish, the broken connections, the heartbreak, and everything inbetween.

And now, I am pacing across the marble floors, restlessly wanting to know, desperately needing to know, if she is alright. If she is thinking of me. If she needs my aid.

If she is dead.

"Damn it!" I take my anger out on a chair closest to me. "Zada…" I whisper her name to myself or the thousandth time. "She must be alive… she must be…"

Someone bursts through my front door. A small glimmer of hope starts to form. With slight hesitation, I walk down the stairs, only to see Strife standing there.

"Death!" He calls. His voice echoes, bouncing off the walls of my cathedral-like home. When he sees me approaching, he continues, shutting the door behind him. "I cannot wait any longer."

I say nothing.

"I don't sense Veil. I've always been able to, ever since we met, but now I can't. I don't know if she is dead, or-"

"Do not even consider it." I snarl. "And I agree. What of War?"

"He couldn't give a lesser damn." He doesn't know Raven like I know Veil, or you know-"

"Slow. Your. Speech." In all reality, I couldn't care less about the speed in which he is speaking; I just didn't particularly want to hear her name.

He ignores me."I need her back…"

"I know. I agree." His eyes light up slightly, but before he can say anything, I continue, "We cannot just stroll in there and take seven humans from them. First, before we even think about breaking any of them out, we'll need supplies. Food, water, potions; they're only humans, and after being in the Council's prison, they will not be in the best shape."

Strife nods. "I say we find War and Fury as well. Bring them into this."

"Very well. You go to their homes and tell them to come here by nightfall, while I think of a plan."

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Zada

The sight, the smell, the sounds, even the feel of being in that cell makes me want to, in the simplest terms, kill myself. I hate everything about it. Raven and Veil can hardly stand to look at me, because they know they won't be able to help. I must have bones broken, shattered even. Undoubtedly my left femur. Both my arms, without a doubt. Three or four fingers, a rib or two. Though nothing can compare to being humiliated in front of the two in ways I can hardly think about. Nothing can compare to just wanting to end it all with a sharp object.

and nothing, can compare to my feelings for Death.

My mind can hardly comprehend how much I need to see him. Sometimes, when put under extreme circumstances, I'll repeat his name to calm myself. If I didn't do that, then I'd be screaming from the pain.

"Z… Zada?" Raven asks shakily. The demon is asleep, so I am safe for the moment.

"I'm here." I say simply. My throat is parched and dry.

"Please…" Veil gasps. She's obviously crying. "J...just hang on a little longer…"

I smile. "Veil, I can't… the pain is too much." Raven buries her face in her hands as Veil cries into her shoulder. "It's alright," I continue on. " Everything will be okay- Strife will come and find you, Veil. You'll be happy, and, Raven, if you can teach War not to be such a blockhead, you could be happy too… Just don't…" I close my eyes. It's becoming more and more difficult to speak. "Don't worry about me…"

"Peach, stop it!"

"Sorry… I'm just tired…" and hungry. I finish the statement in my head. Because we're among creatures who don't particularly need sustenance everyday, us human are given food and water once a week. My top priority is to keep Veil and Raven healthy, so I give them what I have. They try and force me to eat, but in my crippled condition, there is not a lot they can do. I refuse, and they always end up eating.

"Zada, just-"

"How is she?" A tired Kyle asks from the jail cell next to us.

"Hi, Kyle," I say with a slightly slurred voice. Each time I breathe, speak, or move, I have immense pain.

"She's not doing well," Veil says, her voice cracking. "Now she's talking about…"

"Stop talking about me in third person, dammit!" I hiss quietly, though laugh slightly. "You really want to challenge a cripple?"

A soft wave of laughter from the other cell echoes in my ears. I smile. "Zada," Daire says. "Y...you can't die… you're in so much pain… and still able to crack a joke and making us laugh… I don't think we can afford to lose you…"

"Meh." I choke out. "I can't do this forever, you know. It's been maybe four months."

"They'll come though…" Veil says. "They'll come soon, I know it."

"It's be a shame if you died, girl." The familiar demonic voice rumbles from behind me. He grabs my broken wrist and pulls me toward him. "Then one of your little friends would be next."

I whimper, not at the extreme pain but more the thought of them being hurt like I have. I close my eyes and wait for the humiliation to be over as soon as possible. When it is, maybe a half-hour later, the demon kicks me in the gut and backs into the shadows once more.

Tears are running down my face as I lie on my stomach, completely still. Veil and Raven both move closer to see that I am still alive. I am, but hardly. I'm losing blood quickly. My limited vision starts to blur.

"Zada!"

Veil's voice echoes through the halls. I gave her a weak smile. "Hi, Cherry. Does it sound like I'm drunk?" I giggle.

She smiles through her tears, but says nothing.

That's when it happens.

Right when I'm least expecting it, at my lowest moment, a white light shines on the wall to my left. If I was dying, I would think the light to be more subtle, and the pain would subside, but it doesn't. So, I must still be alive.

The white light opens a portal. I'm intrigued as two figures step through, but I cannot stay awake long enough to see. I black out.

A/N: Hi, guys! I was actually going to keep you waiting a little longer :P BUT, I couldn't wait. I wanted to show you this very badly. I hope you like the first chapter. It's a slow start, but the next chapter Is mostly lemons... so I guess that's nice...maybe... *Social awkwardness*

I don't own Darksiders, and I give full 100% credit to the bands that wrote the songs that I will be using.