The gigantic demon made an awkward face, defeated already, even before it had truly begun its horrid attack. Jackson was able to shatter the spirit of a being that genuinely had no spirit at all. Todd stumbled back to his windowless, white van as he had quickly determined that he was going to be absolutely no use to Jackson or me during this encounter. The best thing he could do was stay out of the way and keep himself alive.
I was not quite sure how I fit into this equation, for the first time in my demon hunting career, I was unsure of what to do and if I should try to take charge or not. Jackson seemed to have everything under control, even though we had only just begun our encounter with the humongous demon. Do I call in the troops, do I stand by and watch Jackson, what is the right move here for me to take?
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In a literal standoff, the towering demon stood toe-to-toe with my little brother, Jackson. Just visually, this match up seemed absolutely out of hand and unwinnable for the living. This is a true lesson to never judge a book by its cover alone. Visually, this was the type of fight no one even bothered to watch, did not need to spend their hard-earned money on, turned away so that they did not witness a literal murder. Those people would miss out on the victory of all victories. Jackson stepped forward in response to the gigantic demon's advancement. That was an unexpected response, as the demon widened its eyes and growled in frustration. Jackson still clinched the self-made orb in his hand, tightly but with respect. He knew this would be the game changing attacking device he needed to take down a demon that was lar
Sarah Macly, my former alliance member, the one that shot me in the head with a self-conjured fireball sending me through the hell portal in Mrs. Tannell’s living room, was still securely tied up and gagged in my closet. I could not help but notice that ever since she had taken the life of Scott Geraldo, Jennifer's former boyfriend, the demon attacks had increased in occurrence tenfold, hell, one hundred-fold. We had to do something to curb these attacks so Jackson and I could resume some sort of normal life and enjoy the remainder of our childhood. No one had stumbled upon the tied and gagged Sarah Macly lying in my closet under piles of clothes and shoes, but I feared that someone would at some point. She needed to be properly neutralized so that things could go back to normal, whatever normal was for a pair of demon hunting siblings that had a mother that had killed a child in a hit-a
Jackson rested his head on my pillow as his eyes danced behind their lids. Hopefully, he was having a very wholesome dream about life in the future where he was not a demon overlord or some sort of monster pulling the strings of the puppets he controlled and guided in an attempt to cause absolute horror. I had just had an unfortunate encounter with Sarah Macly in my closet, stupid bitch inflicted some wild damage to my left arm. At the time, pain was not even a thought, that luxury had passed quickly. This was one of the few fleeting times I was happy to have a hardwood floor as a highlight to my room. Dark crimson blood drained down my forearm, paused on my fingertips after painting the lines of my palm, and dripped thickly to the floor. Small explosions of dark red splattered on my floor, almost indistinguishable accents to the dark stained planks. Now that I had hand
After his pulse rate dropped significantly, Jackson leapt from my bed and shook off the sting of my yellow 'I need you to save my life' laser beam. He quickly realized that I had shot him on purpose and that things were not alright in this house or outside of my window. Todd had failed his attempt to scale the chalice leading to my window, resulting in a severe fall and the possible alerting of my parents to his presence. Jackson needed to solve the problem of my body being attacked by some sort of demonic infection and he needed to somehow prevent my parents from discovering Todd as he gathered himself after the fall. Even though Jackson was undoubtedly the strongest of all of us, he was still very young and could easily make a mistake amidst all the panic. If Todd were discovered by my parents, he would certainly be arrested on the assumption of some sort of child pre
The capsules I took had begun churning around in my stomach and through my blood. I was not warned of any sort of consequences the capsules could cause if taken during a time of physic distress. The last time I took them, I transformed into an unrecognizable beast that could accomplish monumental feats. Turns out, that was not going to be happening this time, my arm was severely damaged by a demon which presented a unique set of problems. My phone vibrated; I could not tell what it said at all, but the vibration was insatiable. Raising it to my ear slowly and precisely, I answered just in case it was an emergency. Maybe it was God or maybe it was Lucifer, I was willing to roll the dice. Turns out, it was not either of them but someone even more important to me deep in my heart. I said, "Hello...not a good time..
As if they were in a faraway land, I could hear Jennifer and Todd conversing as they approached my house. The words were so faint, I was not sure if they were arguing, planning, talking about random stuff, but I was relieved that they were here. The main issue now was going to be getting Todd into the house, but that may not be needed considering that Jackson had rescued my pendant from the clutches of Sarah Macly. My arm was still leaking blood, deep thick coagulating blood. All around me on the floor was a moat of congealing blood that had drained from my forearm and found a new home on the hardwood floor of my bedroom. The pain from the wounds was now very apparent, having all my senses back because I was no longer under the spell of Sarah. To be honest, it felt good to feel again.
There was nothing we could do, Jackson and I, at this moment with Jennifer locked in my bedroom closet with the demon that killed her boyfriend, Sarah Macly. I called her over here to help me and things ended up turning into a disastrous chain of events. Jackson was working away to fix my arm from the trenches that Sarah dug into my forearm, but I had asked him to keep Jennifer away from the closet and Sarah. That was all he had to do to help me while I fought off the brain fog from Sarah’s sneak attack. A litany of noises slithered from under the gap of the door, the little area between the door and the hardwood. A lot of people do not know this but that little gap has a way of distorting noises to make them seem altered or something that they are not at all. If someone that did not know what was going on had walked it, they would never have figured out what was happening. That is why some kids end up getting scared in the middle of the n
There was far too much happening right, especially with my brain being about as useful as a shiny rock. Jackson just fell out of the second-floor window, Jennifer was still locked in the closet with Sarah Macly, and I was trying to get my brain back underneath me so I could take action on one of the many issues surrounding me. I was finding it near impossible for my parents to remain oblivious to all that was happening in their house under their noses. To you all, it may be obvious that Jackson was the priority right now, but my brain continued to focus on the fact that we may have to fight a renewed demon Sarah Macly if Jennifer failed to control herself and sought her revenge for the killing of her boyfriend, Scott Geraldo. Well, if she did kill Sarah and she came back full power and ready to rock, then so be it. Jackson needed tending to and he needed it now not later. I said, "Todd! Is Jackson alright? Did he land o