Asylum»Peterick

8//Demons

(A/N: IM IN THE MOOD TO WRITE BE READY BITCHES AND I'm not sorry lmao DEAL WITH IT.

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BYE FELICIA.)

The cross seemed to be moving slowly in circles, like in a battle between Christianity and the devil himself.

So far the devil was winning.

I heard different kinds of screams from both sides of the walls, on the right side it sounded like a deeper voice yelling at a child, on the left it sounded like someone reverse birthing through the mouth, I suppose.

I was never one to believe in ghosts, or demons, or anything paranormal. But this was different.

"Patrick! Come here! You're our last hope." Sister Mary commanded.

"Why the fuck should I listen to the woman who chopped off my man parts?!" I snapped back.

"Never mind that, it's Pete." She told me, grabbing my wrists, it hurt because they were still bleeding from earlier.

Once I heard it was Pete, I was ready to murder a slut.

We both walk into a new cell, I scanned the room and saw Pete in a straight jacket and strapped down onto the bed, still being able to almost flip the entire bed over.
There were 4 men trying to hold him down and a priest holding up a cross and chanting who the fuck knew what.

Pete's eyes were black, not just his pupils, but the entire oil slick eye.

His face was bright red, his neck twitching in awkward positions.

But once his eyes met with mine, they went back to the whiskey brown eyes I knew, but only for a few seconds, then they went back to being black and his body shifting the entire room.

I shuffled over to the bed he was laid on, and I put my hand on his forehead.

His body jolted up and whatever demon was in him was gone.

But the woman standing next to me was having a seizure.

(A/N: screw long chapters. But yeaaaaaah I love writing just fyi)