O’ Death
wendigoturned:
Faintly, Josh wondered if this… whatever was going to happen, would hurt. He couldn’t imagine it feeling good, at least. Having your soul pulled away from something else seemed uncomfortable at best and besides— if it was anything like the exorcisms in movies he expected it to be excruciating. But it was worth it. He’d be free, finally, from the horrible monster he had become…
Eyes linger on Chris, momentarily, one capturing just his movements and the other taking in his form in the darkness. It’s hard to believe any of this is really real. Nothing feels real to him, anymore. Slowly, though, he shifts; and moves the clothes Chris had given him to make a pillow. As the other sings his eyes flutter shut, allowing the notes to carry him back into the darkness.
Josh would awake to the smell of burning sage and dim lights. The windows of the cabin were all blacked out with curtains and the cover over his cage had been removed. Lemongrass was scattered around the cage and Native American drums sounded from one side of the room- Mike and Sam playing them while Emily stood before the cage with a book, chanting while Jess and Matt walked around to spread the smoke from their burning sage bushels.
Luke, meanwhile, began carving runes on the walls with his knife. And if Josh looked on the floor, he’d see they’d already been chiseled into the metal around him. In front of Emily, at her feet, was a scrap metal statue of a skeleton with a stag’s head that was no more than three feet high- a crystal in it’s chest to lock the wendigo’s spirit into.
There would be no escape for the spirit inside the tortured man.
The first thing that registered was smoke. The scent of burning... it threw him into a panic. The next were the emotions— not his own, but the wendigo’s. The spell previously placed upon him had apparently worn off, and the monster was overpowering. There was fear, and hatred, a seething rage directed at every living creature in the room. The headache is unbearable.
In a flurry of movement the creature transitions from laying completely still to crouched, screeching at the one who was chanting. He lunges for the edge of the cage, an arm reaching out to slash at the air fruitlessly in an attempt to stop the ritual. But Josh didn’t want this... he didn’t want to hurt them! He wanted this ritual to happen, more than anything, no matter how hard the wendigo fought against him.
It was strong, and Josh hadn’t really tried to fight it before. But he had to... he couldn’t just sit back and let it do whatever it wanted anymore. It was time for him to try and take back his own body, to help the others as much as possible. The arm begins to shake as it’s pulled back into the cage, clamping hard onto the side of his own head. Josh looks so angry, so completely focused and teary eyed that it’s almost as if both man and monster are controlling the expression. Eyes close tight and Josh stumbles back away from the edge of the cage, falling to land back on his behind and growl at himself.
And, oh, if he thought the headache was unbearable before then there were no words to explain how excruciating it was now.
