Demonic Torment - Ronnie Radke

Four

I walked upstairs and plopped on my bed, laying down with a yawn. I was so tired from not sleeping the night before. I decided I'd take a nap.

As I was drifting, I kept seeing him. His dark eyes, his long black hair, his tattoos, his black clothing. The same question kept popping into my head, what is he?

Suddenly, my doorbell rang. I groaned, deciding I'd ignore it due to my sleepiness. But the doorbell rang again. I let out a frustrated whine, walking downstairs slowly.

When I got to the door, I opened it, immediately getting a gross feeling. It was Danny.

"What are you doing here?" I glared.

He pushed his way through my door, standing in my living room staring at me, "I needed to see you."

"For what?" I asked, still holding the door open, trying to motion that I didn't want him inside my house.

"I just needed to see you," he said, taking a step closer to me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, "well, you saw me, I'll talk to you later," I said, motioning to the door.

"I'm staying," he said, getting close to me.

"Danny back the fuck up, I don't want you and I never will," I glared.

Just then, my throat was grabbed, causing me to choke on my air. "You're mine, Kelsey, you're going to do what I say."

I kicked my knee up as hard as I could, kneeing him in the balls. I stumbled away, trying to get to the door but he grabbed my leg. I screamed for help, now wishing that the man from earlier was still following me. "Stop!" I screamed as he pulled me with such force that my shirt ripped.

"You fucking bitch," he growled, my cheek now throbbing.

"Did you just fucking hit me?!" I screamed.

My cheek stung again, and again, as he repeatedly hit me.

Suddenly, Danny was off of me, his ass being kicked by the man from earlier. I watched as Danny was beneath him, crying like a wimp as his face was punched repeatedly.

Then, they both stopped moving, the man from earlier staring at Danny. Danny's eyes went black as he gave a terrorized look and let out a scream. I watched, worry on my face. "Stop!" Danny screamed, his body shaking as the man from earlier held his arms down, both still staring into each other's eyes.

I struggled to stand, limping over to them. Danny screamed, shaking his head like he were being tortured. "Please! Stop!" Danny yelled again.

After a second, Danny was completely still, his eyes still black. The man got off of him and looked at me. I cowered back when I saw his eyes were red. He shook his head, looking at me again, his eyes normal now.

"What did you do to him?" I asked, limping to the accent table so I could lean on it.

"I gave him what he deserved," he growled.

"Is he dead?" I asked, my voice a whisper.

"Nearly," he said, beginning to walk away.

"What are you?" I asked, "why was he asking you to stop when you weren't even hitting him?"

He turned and looked at me, "I showed him his past. Did you know he's raped seven women? Almost eight," he glanced at me.

I covered my mouth, "how do you-"

"I just know, okay?" He said, harshly.

"What do you know about mine?" I asked, staring at him.

He let out a frustrated sigh, "I know you grew up in a wealthy family, your mom left, your dad hated you, you and him got into a fight after he threatened you with a gun and you accidentally shot him. I know you fled from New York and came all the way to Las Angeles to run from your past. I know you changed your last name to avoid anyone ever finding you," he said, standing so close to me that our noses were almost touching, "I know you are still haunted by his screams and you dream about them almost every night."

"You aren't human," I said, reaching to touch his hand but he flinched back, "what are you?"

"Don't touch me, you'll die," he said.

"What. Are. You."

"A monster, at its simplest form of the word," he answered.

"What is the actual word?" I asked, stepping closer.

He stayed silent, staring at me. "I should kill you, you know? You shouldn't have mentioned me to Kyle."

"You won't," I said, stepping even closer.

"What makes you think I won't," he growled, looking me up and down with a intimidating look on his face.

"You would've done it already," I whispered, trying to grab his hand again but he pulled it away.

"You can't touch me when you're wearing those," he pointed to my cross earrings. I gave a confused look, pulling my earrings out.

"What about now?" I asked, dropping them on the ground. I grabbed his hand, feeling his cold skin. I looked down at our skin touching, letting out a shaky breath. I took a breath in, my eyes closing for a moment as our fingers linked together. His eyes met mine, his beautiful light brown eyes. My other hand moved up his arm, tracing his sleeves of tattoos. "What are you?" I whispered.

"A demon," his voice changed into a sinister tone. He gave a confused look when I stood still, probably expecting me to coward away in fear.

"What?" I asked, "how?"

"When I died, I was sent to hell, but instead of being a soul trapped, they gave me an option. I could be a trapped soul, or I could be a demonic tormentor. I didn't want to be the one being tormented, so now I do the tormenting." He said, his eyes growing black as he spoke.

"When did you die?" I asked.

"2008," he answered.

"How do you look so young then?" I asked.

"We don't age after we die. If I were alive, I'd be 38," he said, looking down.

"Do you wish you were alive?" I asked.

"Of course I do," he looked at me, "I never wanted this but it's what happens when you die."