The Darkness Taking Over: Book 2

Chapter 28

I slowly get up, the orange in Mark's eyes becoming more defined. The red haze still burns my vision, my defense automatically boosting up due to the huge loss of energy. I bare my teeth.
"What the hell are you?" I ask, my teeth bared. Mark only smirks down at me, testing every last nerve that I've got in me.
"Speaking of Hell," he says. "I'm a fire spirit. I'm a little spirit born from the very depths of Hell itself."
"Yeah," I reply. "Well, I'm a demon, I'm pretty sure Hell is a part of my life too." I build up my energy gradually, using my anger and adrenaline as fuel, but when you have to start from scratch, gaining energy can be a such an endeavor. Mark holds his hand out, a ball of pure flame floating only a few centimeters over it.
"A demon, huh?" He says. "Where's the proof?" I growl, trying to make it come through, but it's more difficult due to lack of energy.
"Well, douchebag," I snarl. "If you didn't suck out every ounce of energy I had, I'd probably be able to show you. But for fucks sake, I'll try." With some concentration, my wings come forth, my horns start to show, my tail slithering out.
"Interesting," the fire spirit says. "You weren't lying."
"No shit," I say. "I say I'm a demon, but I'm really just Frosty the fuckin' snowman. I throw carrots at people to attack." My anger is boiling, my patience passing the line a long time ago. My energy now back, I shoot over and throw him across the room, his head smashing into the steel table that's in the corner. Mark's body falls limply, the fire spirit now in the air. I make the whole place a certain metal and slam the door. I run and grab my old old spell book. I haven't used this in a while. I flip through it until I find it. I find the spell that banishes spirits and demons, Angels and whatever else back from where they came from.
"Firé gösh bach fröm cúm frömth," I say, reading the ancient language clearly (that is made up from my imagination as you can see it basically says "fire go back from come from"), holding my hand out palm first to the fire spirit. The fire spirit releases a high pitch screech, my eardrums exploding. It then banishes, the screech echoing all through the room. My ears ringing times ten. I turn my room back and drag Mark out of it before waking him up.
"Huh?" He asks, his eyes half open. "What the fuck? Aww dammit." He puts a hand to his head, looking at it and seeing the blood. I grab the elastic bandages and wrap his head, putting him on his bed. I then call Anti and explain the whole story to him.
"Wow!" He says over the phone. "What the hell is all of this bullshit? First me with the electric guy, now you with that fire spirit."
"I know right?" I say. "But this thing took over Mark. To get the fire spirit out, I had to throw Mark all the way across the room. His head smashed into the table, I probably left him with a severe concussion. Lucky for him being a wolf, it's probably gonna heal faster. But I must've busted his head open on that table, I'm surprised his brains didn't fly out."
"Damn," Anti says. "That's some shit that happened over there."
"Yea," I reply. "Anyway, that's all I wanted to tell you. I'll talk with you later."
"Ok," he says. "Bye, lad." I hang up, stuffing my phone in my pocket.
"Google," Google turns my way. "Go upstairs and watch over Mark. If he tries to leave then stop him. He's got a badass concussion and he shouldn't be getting up. Ask him if he wants anything every twenty minutes."
"Affirmative," Google replies, walking upstairs to Mark's room.

Mark's POV

I wake up, my mind hazy. I slowly open my eyes and find Google in the corner, standing with his eyes closed. I move slowly, trying to get up. When I do, Google's eyes shoot open and immediately, lays me back down.
"Come on, Google," I reply with an annoyed tone. "I have to take a piss. How about you let me go." Google stands up straighter.
"You are currently injured in the three rear lobes: the occipital lobe, the parietal lobe, and the cerebellum. You are to remain in bed until the healing process is complete," Google says with his almost monotone voice. "I was told to assist you with your needs. You're unstable."
"What the hell do those lobes even do?" I ask. I just have to take a piss.
"The occipital lobe of the brain," he begins, a chart of the brain and it's lobes and functions appearing in front of me. "Is where the vision is sorted. The parietal lobe is where the body awareness, taste, and touch and pressure is stored. Last but not least, the cerebellum. The cerebellum is the coordination. Therefore, you won't be much able to react quickly. For example, if you were to fall, your mind may not be able to tell your arms quickly enough before you fall flat on your face."
"Ok," I reply. "Thats cool. Anyway, can you just hurry the fuck up and let me pee?" Google holds his arm out to let me grab on to it. I grab a hold of it, which firmly remains in place, not moving an inch. I pull myself up and almost slip. And like Google said, I had a super late reaction and my hand grabbed something after I've already fallen on my bed. "Yea, yea. You're right. Just take me to pee." Google's smirk becomes more defined than ever, but I ignore it. Google firmly holds me as I stumble my way with him. At first I feel a little weird peeing in front of him, but it's like Google looking at his own balls...if he has any. I don't know, do Google IRL's even have balls? I'm not asking him that.
After he gets me back to bed, he asks me, "Do you need anything else?" I wait a second, not sure. "Take your time, I'm supposed to be here with you until you're recovered or I'm told to do otherwise." I'm hungry.
"Well," I reply. "I'm hungry. I guess make me whatever. Some eggs and bacon, I guess." Google obeys and tells me not to do anything stupid before heading downstairs. In about five to ten minutes, I smell bacon; my mouth starts to become a waterfall. In a few minutes, Google comes up with a plate of eggs and bacon. I shuffle myself and sit up, Google watching me attentively in case he has to throw the plate and grab me or whatever. I eat my eggs and bacon, they're delicious. "Man, this is good. Thanks."
"Anytime," Google said. After a few minutes, he closes his eyes and goes into battery saving mode. I lay back and observe what's different. I can't see too clearly even with my glasses. My head is throbbing. And it takes longer for me to move my arm due to the super slow coordination. I couldn't taste the food as much as usual which sucked ass because it tasted good. And it feels like everything I touch is with numb fingers.
After a while of sitting there and messing around with my senses, Dark walks in and says, "Sup. So, how're you doing?" I shrug, my shoulders actually moving a minute after I told them to.
"Slow," I say. "My head is throbbing. Three parts of my brain are damaged, and I just found out that Google makes a damn good eggs and bacon."
"I'm not saying sorry," Dark said. "But I didn't mean to just about kill you. I only did that to get the spirit out. Yes, there was probably a better way, but I wasn't too sure at the time. With all of this bullshit happening, I should read my spell book more often. It has information."
"A spell book?" I ask, sitting up a bit with interest. "Where in the hell did you get one?" Dark pulls it out and tosses it to me, obviously forgetting (or not knowing) that I have bad coordination. My hands went up to catch it...after the book has already hit me in the chest. It didn't hurt, but I was super late. Dark made a face that would be together with a cringe.
"Yea, I forgot about that," Dark replies. "Anyway, it's just something of being a demon. We aren't wizards or warlocks or any of that shit. We just have dark magic and we have spells for certain things. For example, like I did with the fire spirit. I can't just vanish them unless I use that certain spell. There are a lot of spells for a lot of spirits and a lot of other things. I've never read it all. I actually haven't used it in a long LONG time."
"How have I missed this?" I asked, looking at the inside at the odd symbols and pictures. "Or did this come out with you?"
"Well," Dark says with a shrug. "It might've come out with me, or you just haven't cleaned your shelf in a while, because I found it on the bookshelf. But thing is, I knew where it was. I probably put it there and just didn't remember that I did."
"Well," I say, holding out the book for Dark to retrieve. "It's a pretty cool and old looking book, but I'd never be able to read any of those odd symbols and other language in there. I might be able to tell a bit from the illustrations, but other than that, it's no help for me."
"Yea," Dark says. "I was able to read it when I picked it up. I guess it's just another demon thing. But if I wanted to, I could probably speak any language I want. Anyway, I'll let you rest, I know your vision, coordination, body awareness and all of that bullshit is screwed. Google, you're back on duty." And with that, he walks out. This is probably the nicest Dark will and has ever been to me in my life.