DEMON: Within Darkness

CHAPTER 7: Catherine

Adam is carrying Bobby searching the woods for any sign of any of their other friends.

The beast lingers in the thicket of the woods watching and patiently waiting. Its evident that the creature was not trying to hide its presence, although favoring the shadows. The way it walks is prominent, as every individual toe presses down crinkling through rustic detritus of lush, coniferous surroundings and their primal glaze of veneered pine needles. The air becomes stale as the beast exhales methane, hydrogen sulfide and carbon dioxide fumes. The surrounding areas wither from the musky heated breath. High in the understory, the sounds of its large mass moves through a thicket of branches with such dominating presence, crepitating with equivalent to various screaks of violence. Its essence crescents the forests animals instinctual urgency to flee. Indulging in timorous fragrances of the minuscule flesh scattering, although the acrid taste is pabulum; disdained to the overzealous fast food, it turns its attention to its true delectables. The boscage in the thickets of the woodland are like a labyrinth of entanglements, in which enclose anything in the thickness of darkness. Sanctified Hell is coarsely in the depths of the kindled embers, resonating the essence of sinners screaming within each spark, overshadowed by their menacing arches of impious eyes. Mucosa is made of an obsidian membrane, the oils are alit by its sol wrath; emanates an impending light, showing only the eyes through the abysmal night.

The two converse with one another to distract from whatever is stocking them from the shadows. They talk about their versions of how either one met the others. Bobby is the easier one to lose himself in treading on past memories; whereas Adam is constantly interrupted by the subtle sounds of the beast, it acts more like a tactician serial killer.

Bobby recalls the day when Johnny admitted to all of them at the campfire trying to gather the courage to even convince his own doubt from influencing his truth. Adam shakes his head and responds to the acknowledgment of memory and a bit confused to the statement,

"Yeeaahh, I know... I was there?!"

Bobby realizes Adam's confusion and reiterates,

"Yeah I know, but what you don't know... is that I knew he was before anyone else saw subtle hints."

"Yeah... and?!"

Looks with a body language of someone disappointed at Adam,

"You forgot?!"

Shrugs his shoulders as it appears it must not have been dire of importance. Bobby's voice and body language becomes defensive,

"Johnny was my childhood friend before his dad sought to exclude us as friends, stating to me... a 10 year old, that I am a bad influence and prevented us from hanging out. We became distant only because of his dad and his strict upbringing to his son."

"Yeah I was aware of that from both of you telling me."

"I saw it and fully understood Johnny's feminine side; due to his choice of clothing, to even catching him doing things in front of the closet mirror."

Adam gives him a confused and concerned eye twitch and Bobby elaborates trying not to come across judgmental,

"It was when we had sleepovers and he thought I was still asleep."

A bit shocked, but understands the reasoning why Bobby never said anything even to the very person in question. It was out of respecting Johnny's self discovery and acceptance at his own pace; before finally relating to people he's closest to.

Clearly seeing Adam's facial and body language, justified his judgment,

"And that is why back then and to this day I never saw him differently even though others had."