The Demon

Chapter Five: And They All Came Tumbling Down

*A/N Wassup fuckers!!!*

Alby arrived home with a plain white cast on his right arm and he was set to keep that way. This didn't last very long, however, for as soon as his head hit the pillow(the desktop actually. He rarely uses his bed), the demon had scribbled out 'If Lost, Return To Maurice'.

"Hey! Now everyone's gonna think you're my boyfriend!" He had loudly complained though the taller thought it was 'riotous' as he put it. Mikkel had even added his own little smiley face. Luckily Alby was left handed so he could cover the rest of the cast with extraordinary details and appealing patterns. Maurice found it rather fascinating and would trace his fingers over the lines while the human worked on homework. This unnerved the young lad at first but he quickly got used to the barnacle on his arm. Mikkel often teased him about the little personal space the two kept between them. Maurice found that funny too.

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There was a ruckus coming from downstairs. People were here. In large numbers. They piled out of two big green buses, one after another. The demon slipped down the steps, blending in with the shadows. He peeked his head out the front door of the apartment complex.

"Agent 70, your work here is done."

"But sir, I-" said a familiar voice but it was cut off quickly.

"You are above this. Leave it to the lowers."

He didn't wait for her answer but instead turned to the others.

"Find the demon. Search everything; you know the drill. Remember, they can hide anywhere. Once you have found them, disable them and contact your director, me."

The man began to split up the people into groups but Maurice didn't wait to hear it. He darted up the stairs, his world spinning. The only thing running through his mind was a string of curses.

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Maurice broke through the front door with an almighty bang, startling Alby from his slumber. The demon looked like how our young lad felt when he walked into a crowded room and let me tell you, the kid's stomach didn't hold it's content for long.

"What the- whoa whoa whoa. Are you okay?" He questioned, seeing how distraught his friend was. "You don't look so good."

"O-oh really?" The demon cried with a boat load of sass that not even Hermione could uphold. "Well gee, nice observation there, Doc."

"Well alright then." Alby muttered, looking at him incredulously.

Maurice suddenly paused, creating an odd silence.

"Alby... something's wrong."

The other huffed. "Well yeah, obviously."

"How does Boston sound?"

"What?"

"O-or Seattle. No! Even better, how about Beijing! Or Moscow!"

The shorter grabbed the demon by his shoulder while hooking him with his cast. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh sweetheart. I-I'm...feeling things. What do you guys call this? It's like...I...I don't know how to descri-"

"Maurice, you're s-scaring me." He stuttered.

"It's like...what is this? My heart? Yeah! Yeah this heart it keeps thumping and thumping a-and...I...can't breathe."

"I think...I think you're scared too."

"That...yeah that makes sense." He ran his hands through his hair before grabbing Alby and bringing him to his chest.

"Alby, that isn't the only thing that's...confusing me. There is...this other thing. Oh, Satan, I want to run. I want to run and run so far away from here but I can't. I can't..."