#tw:demons

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Oooh not a very sexy song for 69 lol more like a spooky song Acid Rain by Lorn The day has finally come. Thousands of years promising it, making it imaginable in every era, and yet some how, now, it's here at last. The good book promised that no one would know when it would come, but Mercutio feels like he knew, some how in his bones. That in a strange, tangled and cosmic way he was built for this day, to bare witness. The sky is dark, the sun swallowed by black and green clouds, thunderous and so full of rain it feels like it will never stop. A promise was made about flooding the world, but maybe that promise is being broken now. Maybe that's part of all of this, promises broken, the course of the great battle tipped towards an impossible end. They've lost, after all... he's lost. Everything, everything, all gone. He hopes it will flood, that the water will rise and rise and swallow him whole. He doesn't know what happens after that, after the water comes up above his head and keeps going, after the pressure crushes him down and sinks him where no light will ever touch him again. The demons in their multitude, have inherited a world God has decided to start anew. What good Samaritan will gather the innocent creatures onto a ship this time? Or will it all just end? A failed experiment, a lost cause? He isn't sure he cares which. He'll be dead by then. But at least he'll be him in his last breaths. Nothing has come for him, some how. No demon has claimed him, even though he's so unclean, so worthy of being broken and bent and lost. He's always deserved damnation, he knows it, and yet some how that fate has been put off for him. Maybe this is the hell meant for him, a witness to the end of the world, to the seals broken and the last battle waged. He looks up and notices the downpour is awash with red. He looks down at his hands, and they are awash with red. Lightning cracks and the world shakes, and he is still alive for it, some how. The demons don't want him. God doesn't either. He will be here and he will die... and then what? And then what? But... there is a silver lining around those blood pouring clouds...At least he'll still be him. At least he'll still be him and Vincente, God bless and keep him... is safe in heaven, full of light. (( THIS IS BAD ENDING NEW FAITH FANFICTION PLEASE DON'T WORRY LOL IT'S JUST A SONG VIBE, IT'S NOT REAL DEEP BREATHS))

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I Think That God Is Gonna Have To Kill Me Twice [ Part I ] || SQUAD

blair looked at them. "are you kidding? he can barely walk! he's not going anywhere."

naomi "that cut is going to get infected if we don't find some real medical equipment. my little first aid kit is not gonna do the job."

blair "but he doesn't need to go anywhere!"

damaris "naomi's right. blair- it'll be worse for daniel if we don't, and, we can take care of his wound quicker if he's with us when we find the supplies!"

micah "what do you think is going to happen if the doctor can't fucking actually see him? the doctor is going to magically heal him from afar? we can carry daniel if we have to. that is, of course, if there is a single living person here who can help him."

naomi "fine blair, don't go if you don't want to. just know that i'm not gonna be the one who amputates him when the time comes. so your choice. do you really want a legless boyfriend?"

blair "amputate him? you couldn't even watch him bleed."

daniel "woah, woah – let's not jump to amputation yet." he interjected, chuckling. "i'm fine. and maybe while we're there we can find some crutches or something, but arguing won't get anything done."

naomi "that's why i said i wasn't gonna do it. selective hearing much?" she repeated the words blair had said to her just a few days ago, "see? he'll be fine. and it's not that long of a walk from here so we can make it."

damaris "would you really rather we leave him behind? or..- or leave you with him, on your own?- it's safer for him to come with the group, and it's safer for you too!" she sent an apologetic look daniel's way, a little too late, "sorry for talking about you like you're not here."

micah "so we're mostly in agreeance--he comes with us, no one's getting their damn leg chopped off, and worse comes to worst we carry him cleopatra style. beautiful," he sighed, not quite fond of illogical arguments.

daniel flashed damaris a smile and a playful wink. "you all know i would hate to miss out on all of this." his shoulders rose into a shrug as his eyes scanned the group before landing on blair. "i'm a sitting duck here – we all need to go." he nodded.

blair "this wouldn't be so bad if we had a fucking van."

verena had been quiet during the groups back and forth. her adrenaline was slowly fading and the reality of the situation hitting her all at once. "let's just go. the person who did this could already be here for all we know and i'm not trying to get chopped up into itty bitty pieces!"

damaris "well we don't." she didn't mean to snap- but there was definite bite to her tone, before she managed to calm down, a little, and amend her words, "we don't, so, walking will have to do. i'm ready when you guys are."

naomi "well i'm ready. and i'm taking my camera. just in case."

micah laughed quietly, "if we had a van, we'd really be ripping off scooby doo. but yeah, let's get going. longer we wait, more likely we all will need help."

blair "i really really don't like this plan," she grumbled, walking over and helping daniel off the bed.

daniel grabbed his backpack and camera, doing his best to hop over towards the door with blair's assistance. "if anyone see any type of pain killers, let me know." he teased. "all set, gang?"

damaris "i've got enough flashlights for all of us, and batteries- can't think of anything else we'd need in a hospital, though."

micah slumped his backpack over his shoulders, heading towards the door. "i got the food and a compilation of whatever info we've gotten before this. i assume we all know where we're going right? like general location?"

naomi "i've got a map." she spoke up, "along with some walkie talkies from yesterday."

daniel "and i've got my camera, tripod, and a worried girlfriend." he teased. "let's do it."

blair let out a huff. "you're not carrying any of that."

damaris "i can take them-" skipping a little closer to daniel and blair, damaris held out her hands to him, "you know i'll take good care of it all."

micah "well, if we're all good and marginally pleased, then lead the way, n--you got the map so it makes the most sense," he advised, gaze turning towards naomi.

daniel rolled his eyes, letting out a long sigh. "my arms work perfectly fine." he groaned. "plus i drank the rest of that whiskey so i can barely feel a thing." he then flashed a grinned. "lead the way, naomi."

naomi walked ahead of everyone, unfolding the map in her hands "right well i'm going to try to keep us off the main road again. to avoid being seen by whatever it was that attack daniel."

blair "are you drunk?"

daniel lazily shrugged his shoulders as his hopped along, "it was the only thing to keep me from wanting to cut my own leg off."

damaris "no amputations, remember? even self inflicted ones."

micah "so that's where the half the bottle went. 'was half expecting it was stolen. but yeah, let's keep far fucking away from whatever could get us into tiny pieces, though that would be a rad way to die."

naomi continued to lead them down the right path "really feels like we're on the walking dead right now. who knows, daniel, maybe you'll get your own cool stump like hershel. he was a badass after all."

blair "it's not funny," blair hissed. "stop talking about amputations, got it?"

damaris "i never watched the walking dead," she said after a moment of silence, steering clear of amputations and trying to latch onto something else, "was never my cup of tea. do they do walks like these often?"

naomi nodded, "yup. they're always on the move. especially when they go out for supply runs. it's really interesting, you should watch it. but warning, the zombies are really gross looking so discretion is advised." she looked up from the map as they made it to the hill "can daniel make that trip?" she asks again, pointing in the direction of the hospital, "or destination is right on top of it."

damaris "i saw the zombies once in one of the trailers..." she shuddered, shaking her head, "no amount of interesting story could make me brave watching them. i'll take your word for it." she looked to daniel and blair, more than a little unsure

micah head turning towards daniel and his leg, having zoned out of the walking dead conversation, micah shrugged, "danny boy could probably make the climb. 'don't know if blair will let him though. he may need multiple assistants, but if he's fucking dying of pain or something then i guess we could leave him down here with someone."

daniel "i can handle it." he assured, giving the group a nod. "it's not that steep."

blair made a face, gesturing up the hill. "be my fucking guest."

naomi "you sure? we can get you a makeshift cane out of one of these tree branches."

daniel "what are you? a wilderness expert now?" he teased, shaking his head. "i've got this – don't worry."

naomi "i've watched enough of the discovery channel to kinda know what i'm doing. but if you say so— let's go before it gets late." she started walking up the hill, pointing her flashlight straight ahead.

blair walked behind daniel just in case he lost his balance.

naomi "well we're here." she said, slightly out of breath and she wiped her palms on her jeans. "we're gonna have to break the lock in the front to get in." she hoped no one would ask how she knew all these things.

daniel "well," he breathed out, doing his best to catch his breath after a difficult journey uphill. "how do you break it?"

micah "what kind of lock is it?" he asked, coming up the rear before having a chance to examine the door, "if you just have to pick it and someone has a bobby pin, then i've done this a few times before."

naomi "i dunno. here." she took the bobby pin from her hair and handed it to him "but i'm pretty sure you can't break into a hospital using a hair pin."

micah "this place is old, right?" he mused, getting on his knees before the front door, "before they had all the technology they do nowadays to make extra secure places. i may be able to get this. if not, we can just fucking break the door down."

damaris "... i'll look for another way in," not confident that they'd manage to pick the lock, nor as okay with breaking down a door as the rest of them, damaris headed off without hesitation to find an alternate entrance 

micah "god damn," he cursed, lifting upwards from the door minutes after damaris left, ruined bobby pin in hand. he turned towards the group, "i tried. so, shall we break this shitty thing down or wait for damaris?"

blair groaned, taking off her knapsack. "stand back,” she instructed, pulling a gun out of her bag.

naomi eyes widened at the sight of the gun "woah, woah where the fuck did that come from?" she asked, blair, taking a step back.

daniel "where the fuck did you get that from?!" he exclaimed, taking a hop back. "how long have you had that?"

micah was about to make the joke "what are you going to do, shoot it?" before she legitimately pulled out a gun. taking a few steps aside, his eyebrows cocked upwards, "i'm damn impressed."

blair shrugged. "i forgot i had it obviously otherwise the asshole that stabbed you would be dead." she turned off the safety and aimed the gun at the lock, shooting it. the sound of the gun and the plink of the lock breaking brought a grin to her face. "see? that was easy."

micah stepped towards the hospital, swinging the doors open. his eyes turned towards blair, hands clapping, before stepping inside. "so, who feels like fucking shit up at an abandoned hospital tonight?"

blair turned the safety back on, sticking the gun into the back of her shorts. "gonna save that for later," she mumbled, putting her knapsack back on.

naomi "we're not here to do that. just get things for daniel and then head back." naomi pulled her camera out and started taking pictures of her surroundings "so this is the infamous silverwood hospital."

daniel stood in disbelief, his mouth agape at the events that had just taken place. "what the hell just happened."

blair "you guys act like you've never seen someone shoot something before," she shrugged, following naomi.

damaris the van parked up round the side of the hospital had seemed pretty familiar at a distance... but, as damaris had gotten cautiously closer, she'd felt her heart speed up- it was, without a doubt, cristian's van. he was supposed to be...- well, anywhere but there. he'd ditched- why was his van outside the hospital? she'd been inching forwards intent on trying one of the doors to see was it unlocked when the sound of the gunshot made her jump out of her skin, and, with one regretful look its way, damaris turned on her heel and ran back the way she'd come. "what- the- heck- was- that-" she spluttered, looking from the open door to the group stood by it... and the gun, resting in blair's hands, "did you shoot the door?"

micah "yeah, blair shot the door and it was fucking badass." he was still quite impressed with the situation, "find anything, damaris?"

damaris "you can't just...- i heard that from all the way 'round the hospital! listen-" she didn't like the idea of a loud noise having gone out, now she'd seen the van. too much about the situation was making her uncomfortable. dropping her voice, damaris continued rapidly, "cristian's van is around the side. and before you say anything- /it's his van/. i'm sure. but i don't...- i don't understand why."

naomi turned to face damaris, confused by what she had just said. "so he's up there. i knew he was pulling some type of prank." but things didn't add up. they had been here a week and it would have been unlikely for cristian to of had been camping up in the hospital for that long just to make a stupid joke "well.. he's gotta be here somewhere."

daniel "so you mean to tell me that fucker was here the entire time?" daniel perked a brow, crossing his arms against his chest before remembering he could barely balance himself. "let's find that jackass."

micah would be completely lying if there wasn't some small joy in knowing that his best friend was possibly near, though it quickly fell with the possibilities of the wretched things that could have happened. "getting daniel fixed, finding cristian--sounds like a good night. should we get daniel on one of those beds over there? start searching for medical shit? look for cris later or do have search for cris half stay here?"

naomi "me, micah and vee and go look for him and you guys can stay here to look for supplies? since blair knows what to look for." she suggested

blair pulled the cleanest looking wheelchairs and wheeled it over to daniel. "want a ride, hot stuff?"

daniel pulled a smirk across his lips as he took a few hops in her direction. "thank you, my sexy, gun shooting girlfriend."

blair snorted in response. "are we using the walkies?"

daniel nods, "it's in my bag and naomi has hers."

naomi "yup, got mine with me. micah, you ready to go?"

micah "yeah, yeah. we should leave some extra batteries with them for their flashlights before we go, probably."

blair "damaris, has definitely got that covered, trust me."

naomi pulled some batteries from her bag "here, just in case." she gave them all a small smile "alright. we'll shout if we find anything."

micah "we'll also shout if there's some weird supernatural shit happening and we're dying, so don't trust if you hear screams," he joked, though probably inappropriate to do so at that time. to naomi, he suggested, "we should definitely start at the van. see if he left any clues to sleuth out."

blair "or maybe just use the walkie," she chuckled. "you guys should take harley," she mentioned, making sure she had maris before wheeling daniel away.

naomi nudged him, "cut it out," she bent down to pet harley and nodded "yeah, we'll take her. plus blair has a gun to protect y'all." she began walking back from where they came from, looking over at micah. "hopefully he left the keys in there."

daniel "you guys got her last time," he reasoned, shaking his head. "we get her."

naomi "you've got your girlfriend who knows how to shoot, kickbox and has medical care experience. you're better off without harley!"

micah "hey, hey, hey, the only reason why harley is here is because of naomi and i. plus, the dog can sniff out cris easier than the three of us on our own," micah replied, protective over his dog. he shifted back to naomi, "i know where he keeps a spare, if that counts."

daniel knew they had good points, so he let out a huff. "fine," he mumbled. "take her."

naomi nodded "okay then. let's do this. come on vee." she gestured for the girl to follow them.

blair "wow, thanks babe."

verena did as she was told and followed naomi, glancing back at the others as she walked away.

micah "god, watch cris just be fucking sleeping in his van, claiming he wanted to find all this shit on his own. i'd be impressed if a man could sleep through a gun shot, but wouldn't put it past him."

naomi "don't put it past him. that is a real cristian thing to do and not at all surprising."

daniel "well, wheel away, baby!" daniel chimed. "we've got a leg to repair!"

verena "what if we never find him? i know thats liks bad to say or whatever, but what happens if cris never shows up?"

blair shook her head and wheeled him down the hall, peeking into rooms for potential supplies with damaris.

micah "cristian is many things, but good at hiding is not one of them. but, guess we assume he's dead and murder any fuckers who try to tempt us with his death," micah shrugged, mind in its usual darkness even when about cristian.

verena gasped at how casual his dark words fell from his lips. "that's horrible."

daniel "can you believe c is still here?" he asked, peering up at blair. "what the fuck is his deal?"

blair made a face signalling for him not to talk about it and nodded toward damaris.

naomi "you get used to it" she told verena as they approached the van.

daniel "it was a shitty thing to do." he mumbled, shaking his head. "but what are we exactly looking for?"

micah "look, what do you want me to say? if cris is really gone then yeah, i want to avenge him or some shit," he spoke coolly, though was genuinely curious as to her answer. as they neared the van, micah nodded, "damaris was right, this is definitely the old van. it doesn't look like anyone has touched it from this side of it."

blair squeezed his shoulder gently as the continued to make their way down the hall. "i wouldn't trust drugs, but any supplies still in packaging would be ideal."

naomi "let's not think like that yet. not until we have some evidence to think otherwise." she snorted,"did you expect there to be werewolf claw marks all over it?" she opened the door on the drivers side and sighed as it wasn't locked. "well, he's not in here."

micah "some evidence to think otherwise," he replied to her sarcastic comment on what he expected, "it is weird though that he didn't lock it. he fucking loves this car and would die before letting anyone take it." he trailed around the vans, looking intently for blood, scrapes, the like. "yeah, no, the van is still in pique condition. what about the inside?"

verena me "good idea..." verena clutched her flashlight tighter as they approached the van, ready for anything to jump out and spook her.

naomi "well he's not in here." she closes the door and takes a step back. "do you have anything of his? so harley can smell it and help us track him down?"

micah "not on me, no, but you may be able to find some shit in the compartment between the driver and passenger shit. he may keep a rosary there. that, or we can hit up the trunk and see if he has a jacket back there or something," micah suggested, guessing the question was directed at him.

verena "uh, the van perhaps? i don't know but im pretty sure its got cristian scent all over it."

naomi opened the door on the drivers side again and leaned over to open the compartment, pulling out the rosary micah was talking about. "here we go." she bent down to get harley to smell it "come on girl, help us find this asshole."

demon suddenly a loud static shot through naomi's walkie talkie

naomi heard the noise and she pulled the walkie talkie from her backpack. "uh.. you guys alright?" she asked, looking over at verena and micah.

micah "what the fuck," he spoke under his breath after his head whipped towards the walkie, hearing the noise.

blair made it to the end of the hallway. "oh, an operating room," she chirped, propping the door open and going in.

demon a whisper could be heard behind the static

verena "okay what the fuck is wrong with your walkie naomi?"

naomi "very funny daniel. i swear its him. he picks the worst times to mess with us." naomi got up, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

blair made her way into the room. "wow, there's a lot of good stuff in here."

verena rolled her eyes. "shouldn't he be in like, immense amounts of pain right now? how could he possibly have a sense of humor right now?"

micah was very rarely frightened, finding most of the supernatural utterly illogical. thus, took naomi's rational explanation well. it helped that harley also seemed to be picking up a trail, which he brought to the attention of the others, "eh, he's also bored and alone probably. let's follow harley.”

demon blair's voice echoed through the walkie but the voice in the static could still be heard in the background.

naomi "jesus fuck" she cursed, turning the volume up to hear blair's voice. "this is so gross i'm like, one hundred percent sure they're fucking." she let out a noise of disgust, listening to micah and following behind harley.

demon "closer," the voice gurgled in the background. "closer pretty girl."

micah "definitely fucking. daniel needs to work on his dirty talk. oh god, hopefully damaris doesn't have to watch that shit," he rolled his eyes, still trailing behind harley.

verena "how are they even in the mood? if this were a horror movie-- which it's not, they'd definitely be the first to go!"

demon suddenly daniel and damaris were thrown away and the door blair had propped open slammed shut.

blair spun around. "what the fuck?!"

naomi "this is a horror movie for damaris if she's watching." she jokes, hearing the voice again through the walkie talkie. "okay not this is just straight up creepy."

demon the walkie went completely quiet for a second and then there was a scream from inside the hospital.

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I Think That God Is Gonna Have To Kill Me Twice [ Part II ] || SQUAD

naomi as soon as the scream was heard, harley started barking loudly which caused naomi to jump back and drop it "what the fuck is going on?!"

micah still not ready to admit there was something supernatural occurring, he reason, "probably just us picking up from a dif--what the hell?" his train of thought was cut off from the scream. "let's fucking head back." before the other two could comment, he was already shuffling towards the front door.

verena was hot on micah's heels, not wanting to be wandering around alone.

naomi was trying to get harley to calm down as the two ran off "i'll be there in a sec!" she yelled out, turning back to the dog. "not now, c'mon."

micah manages to get towards the front door, only to see it shut again. after failing to be able to pry it open once again, he banged furiously against it, yelling, "you guys okay?! fucking open up if you can!"

naomi catches up to them with harley finally under control. "how is the door locked? blair shot it open for fucks sake." she now began to pound on the door, "blair! daniel! damaris! open up!"

damaris it didn’t immediately register to her, that her body had been jerked backwards and was now falling through the air, crashing painfully against the wall across from the door that had since slammed shut, far too loudly. it happened too fast- she was slow on the uptake and then, there was that scream. maris looked from the door to daniel- lying dead still where he had fallen, so much so that her heart only began to beat even more fast at the thought that maybe he was- and the door and then, everything caught up to her and she realized things had gone very badly south. she struggled to her feet and disorientated, began to rush the wrong way- her intention was to get back to the door, to the others, to safety and help, but instead, she hobbled the opposite direction.

naomi groaned loudly, "someone open the fucking door!"

blair pulled the door open, panting.

naomi "what the hell happened?" she asked as she saw blair, pushing past her to enter the building, "why did you scream like that? where are daniel and damaris?!"

verena 's eyes widened when blair opened the door for them. "why did you guys lock the door?"

blair "something was- it slammed all the doors," she huffed leading them to where they'd been. "i tried to shoot it and it broke my gun! like broke it in half! then it threw me and the door unlocked," she gestured at the operating room door. "it threw them too, i don't know where they ended up."

naomi followed blair, "jesus christ, are they okay?" she asked, running into the operating room only to find daniel on the ground and damaris missing, "o-oh my god daniel," she crouches down next to him, "blair is he okay?!?"

blair "how the hell should i know! i didn't even know they were in here, all i heard was you guys banging on the door!"

naomi "how are you not freaking out right now? especially over daniel." she turns to look at blair, "and damaris is missing? no no no no, this isn't happening."

blair "i just got attacked!" she yelled, smacking herself in the chest. "it's called shock! jeez mimi, we're in a fucking hospital, grab a book and look it up."

verena eyed blair, noticing something was off. "blair, calm down. you yelling at us isn't going to help us find damaris and help daniel okay?"

naomi "wait..." she slowly got up, giving blair a look, "what did you just call me?" naomi hadn't heard that nickname ever since her and blair quit being friends.

blair 's head snapped in her direction. "what? who cares what i called you, my boyfriend is unconscious!"

naomi "you haven't called me that in years." naomi knew right now was not the time to talk about a dumb nickname but it was too odd to go unnoticed.

verena "okay, can we not do this right now? something really fucked up is happening and you two taking a walk down memory lane isn't helpful !"

blair "that's really what you want to focus on right now? it's not a big deal."

naomi dropped it, still having an off feeling about everything. "well we need to find damaris and... and see what we can do with him." she crouched down next to daniel, bringing her hand to rest on his chest.

blair "keep your hands to yourself," she snapped, dropping to her knees and putting her ear to his chest.

naomi backed away from him, turning towards verena, "she's acting weird" naomi whispered, "you caught on, right?"

blair sat up. "he's dead i think, that or mostly dead. not quite sure. either way, there's not much hope."

micah "anyone here know cpr?" he suggested, slowly backing away from blair and daniel. her lack of care was extremely out of character and he wasn't about to be wrapped up in it.

naomi at her words, naomi began to tear up, "how are you so calm about this?!" she forcefully pushed blair aside, "i kind of remember from high school but..." she laid her hands on his chest and began doing compressions. "oh, fuck."

verena nodded towards naomi, her eyes flashing back to blair as she nonchalantly said her boyfriend was dead.

blair she smacked her head a few times as if she were trying to get water out of her ears. "alright you dumb bitch, i'll fix your fucking boyfriend if it will get you to stop screaming for five minutes," she reached out and put her hand on daniel's chest, reviving him. "now shut the fuck up or i'll snap his neck." a smirk spread across blair's face as all of the doors and windows slammed shut, sending them all sliding into walls and pinning them. "sorry, it's hard to pretend to be someone when all they fucking do is cry about their dying boyfriend," she grumbled, shrugging. “it was fun while it lasted though, i guess.”

verena furrowed her brow as she looked around the room, terrified of what was actually happening. " i always knew blair was a spawn of satan! i bet all of you believe me now!"

micah had no sense of self-preservation and the moment blair began to become obviously not blair, he lunged towards naomi and tugged her away from the situation. of course, the effort was fruitless because within moments they were all stuck to the wall. oh god not this again. quite nonchalantly, he spoke up, "so which one of the silverwood fuckers are you, not-really-blair?"

daniel a deep gasp feel from daniel's lips as his eyes shot open, but his body unable to move. "what the fuck is going on?" he choked out.

naomi tried to move but couldn't. "what did you do to blair?!" she asked, her head pounding from how hard it hit the wall.

blair "hmmm," she grinned, tapping her chin. "who to eat first. decisions, decisions."

naomi "e-eat?!" she looked over at verena and micah with a horrified expression, "daniel do something!" naomi called out as she saw that he was conscious again.

verena 's chest rose and fell as she began to panic as she was pinned against the wall. "how about the body you've so rudely inhabited?"

blair "ah, yes, because she'd be the first one you'd kill, isn't that true verena?" she beamed.

verena "yeah, she would." narrowing her eyes at blair's stolen body. "what? did you think we were all the best of friends or something?"

blair snorted. "actually, i really don't care. i just like to play with my food before i eat it, if that's okay with all of you? yes? good." she sashayed over to micah, running her hand on his chin. "i think we'll start with you."

naomi "leave him alone!" she shouted, trying to break free from whatever it was that was holding her against the wall.

micah still had no sense of self-preservation or reality of the danger they were in, though admittedly, a bit of fear did run up his spine. but, instead of actually acting on this fear, he chose a more....micah...route. "look, ghostie, i understand your desire. y'know, it's taboo and all. what i don't understand, is why you don't fucking eat a chicken. white meat is so much better for moving quickly. but hey, you do you, i guess."

blair smushed micah's cheeks with her hands, completely ignoring him. "you're just a shit show aren't you. so many issues. a little bit of mommy, a little bit of daddy, and you just play asshole to cover your pain."

micah laughed as much as he could with limited range. he was sort of amused with this demon. though hindered blair's hands, he contested, "nah, mostly i'm just an asshole. but hey, if you're going to kill me, can we fucking know who you are?"

blair she rubbed her hands on micah's head. "oh, that's better. what if i punched you?" she chuckled. "beat you up? would that make you feel more at home? like you're with daddy?"

naomi "what the hell is wrong with you?!" naomi cried as she listened to everything it was saying to micah. "just leave him alone, leave us alone."

micah grew silent. he was doing so much better on this trip too. speaking more, being less of an asshole, and this certainly wasn't going to help. after naomi spoke, micah's voice grew dark, "do it. punch me. hit me. kill me. see if i give a damn."

verena stayed silent, looking around the room for anything she could use to help them all escape once they weren't stuck up against the wall.

blair pet his face with the back of her hand. "being alive is enough torture for you, isn't it? i think i'll let you live. for now."

daniel stayed silent for a while before taking a deep breath and deciding to speak up. "hey!" he called out, trying his best not to sound absolutely terrified. "blair – i know you're in there and i know you're a hell of a lot stronger than whatever it is that has you possessed right now."

micah felt no relief as whatever the hell that thing was passed him by. his gaze turned towards naomi, verena, and damaris, nearly about to say something before daniel's voice echoed.

blair "she says... shut up or it will break your neck. oh look, your girlfriend's a smart one," she chuckled as she made her way to verena. "you're up miss perfect."

verena 's eyes snapped back to the /thing/ that was currently possessing blair. "who me? well at least you're right about something."

blair "oh no, see that's where you're wrong. this pretty girl," it gestured to blair's body, “thinks you're smart. i honestly do not care. nobody you love actually cares about you at all. your parents, your fake friends, your real friends..."

verena glared back at it, her emotions going wild the more it spoke. it took a moment for her to get her barrings, but once she did, vee chuckled softly before spitting in its face, a smirk on her lips. "hmm, i've always wanted to do that..."

daniel "if you let us go, we promise to get out of town." he interjected once more, doing his best to reason.

blair it laughed, wiping it's face. "you're a failure verena. nobody loves you, you're alone. and maybe, just maybe, i'll eat bryce and naomi and let you watch."

verena "how am i a failure? aren't you the demon who can't pass through to the after life? sounds to me like you're the one who's the failure.."

blair "i chose not to pass on, you insignificant twit. ah yes, insignificant. that's the best word for you. have fun watching all of your friends die, my love."

naomi started praying quietly in spanish as tears rolled down her cheeks.

verena glanced over to naomi then moved her eyes to everyone else in the room. "i have a question-- if ya don't mind. you said you were going to 'eat us', what does that mean exactly?" verena had no clue what she was doing. all she knew was that she needed to stall.

blair "it means, i'm. going. to eat. you." she grinned. "who's next?" it turned toward naomi. "ahhh, mimi, the bestie. you're running around her stupid brain like crazy."

daniel felt so helpless, /guilty/ that he was he reason they were in this mess. "just let us go and we swear we won't come back!"

naomi shook her head as blair approached her, desperately moving around but it was no use since she was stuck. "god just leave us alone!"

daniel "naomi, relax." daniel called out calmly. "if it was gonna hurt us, it would have done it by now." he hoped his words were true, seeing as they were just dangling bait in front of it. "please –" he begged once more. "just give us blair back and let us go."

blair "you know mimi, blair has a great big deal of guilt toward you. i bet you already knew, but daniel really wanted to be with you and not her. so you know what the bitch did? she threatened to kill herself if he didn't date her instead." she stroked naomi's hair. "he'd still rather be with you and she knows it. that's why she's so mean to you."

naomi wanted bit her lip harshly, "s-stop lying." her voice was weak and her eyes shifted to daniel, "is that true?"

verena "god, is this a shitty oxygen reality show or..? what the fuck do you want from us?" verena was more than annoyed with the whole situation. getting more and more irritated that she couldn't move.

blair "but then you went and fucked that guy in town!" it sighed.

naomi eyes widened "shut up." as if that was going to do anything. "if you're going to kill us just do it already you bitch."

blair "that old man psycho killer! how could you do that to poor daniel? and now-” it put her hands on naomi's stomach. "now you've got a demon baby in you!"

naomi started to shake her head, feeling her skin crawl as blair touched her. "stop talking, stop talking!" she shouted.

verena gasped obnoxiously. "you're a pathetic excuse for a demon, ya know that?" vee rolled her eyes as it continued to try and stir the groups emotions up. "if you were really anything to be scared of, you'd let us go so you could hunt us down like a real entity would."

blair grinned. "poor, poor naomi." it turned, "it's really funny to watch you be wrong all the time," it said to verena as it made it's way to daniel. "and last but not least-" it grinned, straddling daniel on the floor. "her favorite. though i don't get why when she cheats on you all the time with your best friend."

daniel purses his lips, his teeth clenched as it made its way over to her. "nothing your saying is true." he mumbled. "i'm not going to believe a word you said."

blair "oh really?" it grinned. "so all those times she said she had to hang out with her dad, you think that's really what she was doing? her dad is a workaholic, he doesn't want to spend time with her. and you, you're just not good enough. so she needed a bad boy. and to be fair, he had her first."

daniel "had her first?" daniel furrowed his brows. "you know what – what do you want from us?"

naomi saw a tray filled with surgery equipment in the corner of the room. she tried to get daniel's attention, motioning him to it. 'stab. her.' she mouthed, hoping he had seen her.

blair "oh you didn't know? blair was with cristian first. did you think you were the first to have this hot body?" it teased, rubbing blair's body.

verena caught what naomi was signaling to daniel, hoping he'd take the hint, but knowing that even if he did, he would never stab her regardless of if she wasn't blair at the moment.

daniel glanced over at naomi and then to the tray of supplies. it was the /last/ thing he wanted to do, but knew it was possibly the only way they could make it out. taking a deep breath, daniel reached over, grabbing the closet thing on the tray and jamming into blair's arm.

blair laughed and leaned forward. "that was cute, danny boy."

naomi "in the chest daniel!" she shouted, tired of being held against her will.

daniel closed his eyes before raising his arm again and hitting the side of her body, near her rib cage.

blair hissed. "ohh that was dumb. see, i can leave. she can't," it grinned. "good job, killing your girlfriend." then blair's head tilted back and black smoke poured out of her mouth. she dropped to the floor and the hold on everyone fell away.

naomi felt herself drop alongside verena and micah. she scurried to her feet, taking a step back from blair. "is she...." she trailed off, looking at the rest of them.

daniel immediately put his hand over the wound, slightly shaking her body. "blair - blair!" he called out as he lowered his head. "she's still breathing, but what do we do?!" he exclaimed, looking around at the group.

naomi "keep pressure on it. we're going to have to stitch it back up. verena, do you remember how blair did it last time? with daniel's leg?"

verena got up on to her feet, moving over to the others and dropping on her knees beside blair. "yeah, i actually learned how to stich a wound in preparation for this trip. yak know.. just in case."

daniel frantically looked at verena, hoping she knew what she was doing. "she won't stop bleeding," daniel choked out. "we've got to do something."

verena nodded in his direction as she pulled the kit from her bag. "i'm gonna need more tools, we have to seal her chest and i don't think this kit has anything to do that.." she continued to look, removing her jacket and covering the wound.

naomi "i'll go look for something. maybe i'll find damaris and bryce on the way?" she called for harley, not wanting to go alone.

verena "micah, can you go with her? i don't think anyone should be alone right now."

daniel "what do you need me to do?" he asked, trying his hardest to not let the tears drop from his eyes.

naomi "no it's fine. really i can do this." she just needed some time alone, "and we need to save blair."

verena gave naomi a look, not liking the idea of her being alone. "okay, fine. i need a chest seal-- it will be in a thin package. stitches aren't going to help-- she'll just bleed out so, hurry!"

[roryarthurwilliams]

Nightmare about little boy demon Whisper 'Sit down' Lady of the house nice Free schedule Going larping No money so built and break down event But no time to pack Demon boy at door 'don't invite him in!!'

[corroded-wings-blog]

Pleasures on the Rack [[Rated X…WARNING TRIGGER WARNINGS]]

Hayln had died of unnatural causes and she ended up in the pits of Hell. She laid there stretched out on the rack and sighed, the meat hooks the stretched her out were went from screaming pain to a dull throb. She looked around at her surroundings for the millionth time.

Same steel pillars that held her up and same torture chamber still surrounded her, the same ones that had for what felt like years now. Screams filled her ears and what once made her finch, kind of amused her. This has all changed her. The demon that visited her with his little minions appeared to her and it was time for the best part of her day.

"You going to actually get me off today, darling?" Hayln grinned as she spoke, but the demon seem displeased by her words.

"You scum re all the same, acting big will get you no where." After those words, the demons went to work.

It all started the same, They heated up two spanish spiders and walked up to either side of her. They pressed the hot claws, slowly, into the flesh of her breasts. Hayln let out a pleasurable moan that even surprised her. The head demon raised an eyebrow at the noise and when the demons ripped her breasts off, she let out a scream only heard when a female orgasms. A smile crawled across Hayln’s face.

"Finally, some kind of finish. Shall we continue?" Hayln chuckled

The demon growled and the next part of the torture commenced.

This was the part where she never really knew what to expect, they’ve crushed her jaw with a skull crusher and left her tongue wagging from her mouth, they’ve cut her down the middle and played jump rope with her small intestine. This time though they brought a rat and placed it on her bare stomach and then covered it with a metal box. Hayln smirked, nothing seemed to phase her today. This all started to become pleasurable.

The Demons started heating the box and the hotter it got, the more the rat started to scurry and freak out. Then she felt what was going on, the rat began digging and chewing at her stomach. It was going to escape though her stomach.

It started off as painful, felling the rat dig through the the muscle on her stomach, blood began to pour from the box. She bit her lips to hold back the pain when it all started to feel warm and she felt tingly. She let her head loll back and she moaned and started to squirm her body a bit. This was actually starting to turn her on.

The demon watched on and then began to see that this was no act. She was enjoy, sexually, the pain that others would feel, he sat in his chair and watched, interested, as a Sadist would watch as their Slaves have an orgy. Hayln’s moans grew louder and more pleasurable. The rat hit her insides and her eyes rolled back into her head as her body quivered from the pleasure. By this time the rat was running through her intestines, trying to find it’s way out of the maze.

The demon grinned, he stood up and dismissed the others before walking up to her and removed the box and the rat before digging around in the hole with his claws. She moaned louder and started to scream. It was only getting better for her. He began to rip chunks of flesh off and throw out organs.

She finally orgasmed a second time, blood gushing from her as well as other juices. He stopped and walked up to her and grinned,

"I’m going to give you an offer, what do you say we get a thing like you off of here and into some wings and a tail?"

Hayln grinned, “Let’s do it!” 

The demon ripped out the meat hooks and shakily, Hayln stood to her feet. Her body began to heal itself rather quickly now that she was off the rack and followed the demon to go get her fitted and back to where she belonged.

[iamsafehere]

A casual stroll down a dead end street

Triggered something in me when I looked at a three story house and a little girl and man outside from when I was little. I was walking to clear my head and calm my nerves after eating actual food, and fighting off negative thoughts. Something kicked in my brain, I ripped off my flip flops and broke into a dead run down two and a half streets to get back to the apartment.