The Demon

Chapter Four- Austen's a Dick

*A/N yay.....I'm here. Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh.*

 "Well, well, well. If it isn't the little Hurensohn." Sneered a tall guy in a nasally voice with a long blonde mullet and a scar over his left eye. He was accompanied by two other thugs and they were as birdbrained as they looked and if they had to retake kindergarten, they wouldn't pass.

"Heh heh heh. Yeh," chuckled the shortest stupidly.

Alby glared at the wall of idiots. "Can I please just go home? Don't you have something else to do than terrorise innocent passersby?"

"But you're so fun to mess around with!" Idiot one said confidently, swaying his hips from side to side.

Alby turned around and began to head in the opposite direction. The taller didn't seem to like this as he strode over and grabbed the young lad by his shirt collar while his cronies laughed and giggled.

"Get away from me, Austen!"

"Where do you think your goin', hurensohn?" he yelled into his ear before he yanked him to the ground and pinning him there, resisting his attempts to get free. 'Not again',  Alby thought as he squirmed under the cigarette flavored asshole. The shortest crony, a guy with greasy black hair and a horrid pimple covered complexion, gave a swift kick to poor Alby's head and decided to take a seat on his chest. The poor distressed bean could only widen his eyes as the other one, a big Mexican guy with curly hair, without thinking, grabbed a big rock and plopped it down, crushing his arm. Our young lad cried out in pain. He thrashed and immediately felt the air reach his lungs as the fat short one got up. His head spun is a dizzied mess while his heart raced like he had run to the moon and back.

"Get away from him!" Came a familiar voice. Help! Help had arrived! He could recognise that voice if he heard it underwater. He did hear it on a daily basis after all. The boys darted into an alleyway, quick to get away from the towering man.

"Maurice?" Alby wheezed. He noticed he was accompanied by a woman who had to be in her late twenties if not older.

"Who the heaven were they?" Maurice demanded angrily. 

The woman he was with lifted an eyebrow but didn't question it.

"That was Austen and his condescending band of half witted morons." He answered, getting up from the ground.

"Your arm! What happened?" She investigated.

"I think I might need to go to the hospital. Oh um... who are you?" He asked awkwardly.

"I'm Michelle. Maurice was just showing me around town."

"Yeh," confirmed the demon. "But what's the fastest way to the hospital?" He looked to Michelle.

"How the hell should I know?"

"Alby?"

"I'm pretty sure I know a way."

After a half hour of wandering and getting lost twice, they finally reached the hospital. A nurse recognised Alby instantly and called him over. He was ushered into a blindingly white room while the other two stayed in the waiting room.

"I uh...should probably get going home." Michelle muttered.

"Oh yeah. Well, thanks for helping out!" Maurice said cheerfully with a grin still plastered on his face. She didn't smile back. She was getting side tracked. She needed to stay focused on finding the demon. She bid her goodbyes and quickly headed out the door.

~~~~~

"Are you okay?" 

"Yeah." Alby muttered. "It's fine."

Maurice looked at him with concern and pity. "Has that happened before?" He asked queitly.

The young lad shrugged. "They had stopped for a while. It was nice though that probably meant they had been messing with the little Spanish guy. Poor kid. He only got here a couple months ago. I guess I should have known something was gonna happen when he wasn't in class all last week." He sighed. "They didn't have their playtoy."

The demon took a deep breathe. "If shit like that ever happens again, tell me, okay? I'll kick their asses so hard their vertebrae pops out one by one like a pez dispencer." Alby laughed at that, looking up at his friend. At least someone was with him this time. Besides Mikkel but he hadn't stopped by yet.

~~~~~

The wind was picking up. It was sending daggers into her skin but she couldn't care less. What was she doing? Making friends. Helping out. She had a mission. She was determined to get the job done. That was what set her off from the rest. Not really her sheer determination but rather what she would do to succeed. You had to be like that since demons often looked like humans which made their job much harder. After a while, she realized she had another problem. Getting back to her motel. She cursed under her breathe.

~~~~~

A few days later, she spent her time inspecting the area of land that they suspected housed the demon. It was the...cheap side. Not exactly the place you'd want to raise your kid in.

She passed at least three run down building on the beginning of her little trip. She wasn't particularly amused by it all. She held her notebook firmly against her and disregarded the catcalls from the local drunkards. She kept a keen eye out for anything suspicious. If she was looking for things like violence or trickery, like your average image of a demon would entail, she would be sorely disappointed, as this was the type of neighborhood where it would truly blend in. Instead she looked for occult symbols. Warnings and shields that the hell spawn would often use to defend and hide themselves. It worked against angels and other creatures like so but when it came to the humans, they had outgrown the baby locks. With new technology still being developed still, they had found a way for themselves to be able to find the symbols that used to stop them and keep the horned fellows unseen. Without them, they couldn't see the vital signs of a demonic hideout or even worse, a nest.

She had her 'foreseeable glasses' as they called them, on, scanning each street sign, wall, and strip of ground she could set her eyes on. On her third day of scoping out the area without any reliable results, she was reaching the end of the street, the part where East side shifted into North side, when she saw it. Just a glimpse. A little sliver but she knew it was there. She knew what it was. 

*A/N Welp, I tried.*