Jinx

Chapter 4 - Killer Genie!

A/N
Idk how to write this in, but by now, Grace has screamed, and bolted as she was told. Except she didn't just leave the house like a normal person! No, she thought it'd be noble and smart of her to go to the phone and call the police. Let's see how that worked out for her.

"Emergency services, whats your emergency?"
"Hello?! Um, my brother being attacked!"
"Ok, we'll dispatch some police near the area. Could you give a description of the attacker?"
"Umm, its like a- ok, you're gonna think im insane when I tell you this."
"Its ok, miss, we're here to help, now what does the attacker look like?"
"Its like a killer genie with a burlap sack over its head."
"...hang up noises"
"Hello? Ugh! Son of a bitch!" She slammed the phone back down onto the phone stand, and pulled out her Nokia to dial her father.
"Hey sweetie." The father responded
"Dad? Oh my god, dad! Alex pulled out the box and this killer genie demon dude popped out and-" her father interrupted her panicked rant
"Yeah, thats great, hun, but I'm in a meeting right now... yes! Im coming, George! I gotta go, Grace."
"But, I-"
"Bye. Hangup noises"
She puts her phone down in frustration.
"Fuck sake, dad."
"Must be pretty frustrating, having your father put you off like that."
Grave spun around to see Alex, mouth fully sewn shut, writhing in pain on the floor with the Demon standing in front of him, his hands and arms ever so slightly smaller.
"I know the feeling." It continued.
"Your father put me off before I even offered to play! Seems like an attribute of his."
"You dont know anything about my dad!" Grace snapped back, backing into the dining table.
"Dont I? I know that he neglects you, I know he disrespects your mother enough to the point that you two havent lived a day where her and your dad weren't in shared custody of his kids." How does he know all of this? "I know this because i cared enough to pay attention outside of the empty dark nothingness your father made me endure. That box may not have been hell, but it sure wasn't heaven." Did he just read my mind?
"Of course i did! How else am i supposed to get my way? I always win, so I always get to torture." The two were incredibly close together by now. It leant inward and whispered "and I love to torture" Its strings surrounded her. She was about to scream; it was about to begin sewing; but they both were interrupted by a ringing of the door bell.
They both turned their heads.
"VISITORS?" He quickly flew over to the door, expecting someone more... susceptible...like a mail man, or a door-to-door salesman. But what he got was a familiar voice.
"Can I come in?" The voice asked.
The voice and The Demon both said"Of course!" And the voice then said "Jinx."
Silence. The strings, they all turned towards the creatures head; they were turning on him. "No. Hes not apart of the deal!" It barked at the strings. The strings ignored it. They rapped around it: constricting it like a snake. Others were stabbing into the face, sewing randomly due to the creatures lack of a mouth. The strings squeezed tighter.
"No!" Tighter.
"NO!" Tighter.
"NOOOOOO!" Poof!
A shock wave of the eerie purple smog blasted outwards. All that remained was a pile of strings. Grace could hear them. All those tortured souls. Finally free. "Thank you! How did you...?" Grace was interrupted by the person walking in and revealing themselves. It was dad.