The Demon In Disguise《BillFord》

The Demon in Disguise [Chapter 15]

Shielding himself from the oncoming impact of deep waters, Ford covered his head as best as possible. His descent seemed like something he'd only seen on movies as a kid, life flashing before your eyes. There was so many things that he hadn't done with his life yet...so many things he'd regreted not doing.

The feeling of ice water embracing the scientist told him that death approached. In not even a second his entire body was once again soaked in water, the rocks below him welcoming him with glee as his back clashed together with the stone. His air defied lungs craved oxygen, only to filled with the very thing he was drowning in.

When Ford finally surfaced from the waters he was barely conscious, coughing up what water he could from his drained lungs. He pulled himself onto land and sat up, looking around the gloomy forest for any sign of the amnesiac.

After standing up and recognizing how much pain his back was in he almost convinced himself to go back home, but knowing that he'd regret not going to look for the amnesiac. As he traveled downstream his bones ached, and that was saying something for only being in his thirties. "Where are you?" He grumbled, holding his shoulder. He wasn't quite sure about everything that had just happened, nor could he wrap the whole situation around his head very well, but he wanted an explanation. And the only person that could do that was washed down this stream.

The scientist thought he had found the man when he came across a torn part of his yellow dress shirt, but there was no blond. But at least he now knew he was on the right path. It too some time traveling downstream until the pale tint of B's skin caught Ford's eye. But what really caught his eye was the amount of blood he was covered in. "How could I let this happen?" He whispered, kneeling down beside the man. He knew that he should had done something, tackled him, knocked him down, anything.

"He's dead" Ford confirmed to himself as he checked his pulse on his neck, then wrist. He leaned back, studying his companion. How could he let this happen? 'God, if I only had just given him to the police when I found him' he thought. His breath shook while he watched blood pour out of the soulless body's empty eye socket.

Ford carried B's lifeless body back to his house, propping it up on the portch, where it would be at least shielded from the pouring rain. What was he supposed to do with a dead body in the first place? Bury it he supposed... and as quickly as possible, he didn't need anyone seeing a dead body. He grabbed a shovel from inside and began to dig a hole dispite the poring rain and bright flashes of lightning. One foot, three feet, six feet deep he dug until his back could let him no longer. He tried to pick the suddenly very heavy man up, but he wouldn't budge. Ford never remembered him being so heavy before... in fact he remembered the man being as light as a feather when he saved him from the thorn bushes...

'What was with this man?'

Confused Ford scratched his head, deciding to consult his journal to see if anything could have had any relevance to this situation. When he returned from his house he dropped his book, dumbfounded. The amnesiac who was once torn up, soaked with a mix of blood and water was now completely clean with not a speck of anything to be seen. "What the hell?" The curious Scientist said baffled, approaching the back of the dead man.

All it took was a quick jerk of the deceased man's head to send Ford flying into the air with a loud yelp. "Hiya Sixer!" The cheeky voice laughed. Feeling confused for the millionth time today the six fingered man, who immediately recognized the voice shot his eyes over to the man who supposedly came back to life. There he saw his friends head tilted back, looking at him upside down with his yellow hair being pulled downwards by gravity. A grin that he never thought a human could preform, followed by one sinister eye that of a cat's, with a glowing yellow color replacing the sclera of his eye.

"Bill" Ford immediately growled, grabbing the gun resting on the portch that B had used months ago to shoot the hound to its death and hadn't put back like Ford told him to. "There's nothing in there," he said looking down the barrel still upside down. "thanks for the threatening gesture though." He spoke in his annoyingly loud tone but without the echo and pushed the gun aside with one finger, twisted his body around, adjusted his body properly and covered his. "Why are you here" Ford demanded, discarding the gun. "And what have you done to my friend?" He added, which Bill responded with a laugh. "Oh wait you were serious..." The demon said after Ford's sour face didn't change. "Let me laugh even harder" he added, bursting out laughing again. "You really thought he was your friend? Wow, now I can see why your banjo friend left you" he teased, it was as if Bill were Caampelter himself.

Ford wanted to rip his eye out more than ever before, but it seemed like the demon had already done that to himself. "Oh what a shame, now I'll have to find a new vessile" Bill said dryly examining his dead grey eye. "Now help me up" The demon demanded, the wind pushing rain onto him. "I despise the rain."