It was another restless night for me. A couple nights ago I was called into inspect a murder scene that had several 'demonic' signs that at first I thought was the work of an insane individual bent on scaring everyone in the town shitless, but as the case unfolded I found out that wasn't the case. Now I'm sitting in my Dodge Ram 1500 sirens blaring speeding down the road in the dark of night with a priest who's been ordered to take on this demonic presence by the Pope himself. We reach our location and I bring the truck to a speedy halt and turn the siren off but lights still flashing. The priest gets out of the truck with a very serious look on his face. I turn off the engine and reach over to the glove compartment and pull out my revolver. I climb out of my truck and walk to the door when suddenly the priest shouts' "wait Mark! One should never go into the devils territory without protection" and motions me to come over. I walk over and he sets his little box on top of the hood of my truck and unlocks it with the small key that he wore around his neck. Inside the box was a decorative cross, holy water, a bible, a sacrificial dagger with hilt, and 2 necklaces. He handed me a necklace that had a cross on it and said "wear this, it will protect you." In african accent. I smile and say "you know, if you showed up a week ago i would've said this is all fake". The priest simply replied with. "I know". Which makes me feel stupid. By now my partner arrived and is standing by the door waiting for us. "Stay by the door jake." I say to him. "Dont go in until backup shows up or if i radio for help". He simply nods at me with a look in his eyes that makes me wonder if i'll see him again. The priest opens the door and I walk in first holding my gun poised to strike anything that jumped out of the dimly lit lobby. I turn on my flashlight and see how much of a mess the hotel is. Tables flipped, chairs smashed, blood everywhere and a very strong odor of death lingered in the air. Carefully the priest and I maneuver the lobby and make it to the stairwell. We enter it and we hear faint screams. "The devil will try to play tricks on the mind. Stay strong my brother" said the priest and we both walk up to the 3rd floor cautiously. Upon arrival the door is locked so i have to shoot the lock out. Inside the confined stairwell the gunshot echoed and sounded so much louder than it would've regularly leaving a ringing noise in my ears. The bullet devastates the lock and the door swings open lazily. We enter the hallway and the screams are much louder now and we see bodies strewn across the floor and some even hang from the ceiling. The priest holds his cross out and quietly chants a prayer in latin as we reach room 318. I assume the room is also locked so I prepare to shoot the door again but the priest lightly pushes my gun down and says "there is no need, he is waiting for us". I look at him trying to understand what he means and he opens the door normally. The sight I see on the other side nearly makes me puke. In the midst of the room lay many desecrated bodies and blood everywhere. The stench is almost unbearable. In the middle of the room was a figure. Sitting in a chair laughing hysterically to itself. The priest calls a prayer upon both of us and proceeds to approach the person. The priest reveals his cross and the person lets out an ear piercing scream. The priest starts to talk to him in a language i don't understand, i can only assume its latin. "Tie him down" the priest says to me in english and i pull out my handcuffs and cuff him to the chair which only infuriates him. He starts to glare at me angrily and spits blood in my face. I wipe off my face and land a brutal punch on his face crushing his nose which only makes him laugh. "Stop that, he lives off of anger. Don't give in". The priest then splashes him with holy water causing his skin to blister and another ear piercing scream came from his vocal cords. I can only imagine how much more they can take before the demon completely tears them apart. "Tell us who is your master!" Sternly yelled the priest. The person chuckles quietly to himself before replying in a raspy voice. "I am simply a messenger for my master." He followed up with a hysterical laugh. "My master shall rise and all who oppose him shall fall." The priest splashing him with another round of holy water only sending the person into a raging fury. "Who is he!" Yelled the priest again. "He is the Anti-Christ. The only rightful one to rule over them all. Such a shame that you will die!". No sooner did he finish his sentence the whole world seemed to go into slow motion for me. The person somehow managed to break the handcuffs, and lunge at the priest's throat. I couldnt react fast enough before the person reached the priests throat and ripped it out with his teeth. I pulled out my gun and fired round after round into the person. Quickly his strength failed him and the weight of the now dead priest fell on top of him. Reloading i walk over to the body and test him with my foot to see if he was dead. I holster my gun and reach down to pull the priest off the demon riddled body. Then suddenly almost instantly the body jerked upright and lunged at me, knocking me off balance and face first into a corpse. The person picked me up as if i weighed nothing and threw me into a nearby wall. I felt something snap in my side and all the wind knocked from my lungs. I feebly try to pull my gun from its holster but the person smacks my gun from my hand and picks me up by my throat with one hand. He walked towards the window as i struggled to breathe and break free from his grasp. In a much deeper and raspier voice he said to me. "Your no match for our power. Now you die!". Pulled back, and sent me flying through the window.
When you grow up on the streets you feel invincible. Like nothing could touch you; You never really loose. Went in thinking I could stop this. Found out im not as invincible as i thought. And then I hit the ground with a sickening thud.
