The Demon Days

Chapter 10: story

Things were about to get interesting.

Terra motioned for Daveed to come in, so he walked in and sat down to the left of him and Aqua.

"So, what gave you the idea of coming here today? Or did you somehow know that we were having a band over at our house to protect the bassist from a demon?"

Daveed gave Terra a surprised look, then shook his head. "It's a personal matter."

"Oh. Do you want them to step out, or something..."

"No, it's fine. If you guys are dealing with..."

"A demon." They all said collectively.

"Yeah. If you're dealing with a demon, this might not sound crazy."

"What happened?" Aqua asked, now curious.

Daveed looked up, a little nervous to talk. "I killed a werewolf."

"What?!" Everyone exclaimed.

"I know it sounds crazy, but trust me. It happened."

"But how?" Murdoc inquired. "And how do you know you weren't hallucinating from drugs?"

"Because I wasn't on drugs. Don't assume that every black man does drugs."

"Yeah, Mudz." Russel chimed in with a glare.

Daveed chuckled. "Anyway, in order to explain what happened, you have to know the other parts of the story."

"Which are?"

"I'm about to tell you right now."

And so Daveed began the story. 

About a week ago, Daveed and his friend, Randy were sitting at a bar called The Brew Right down in Rochester. Randy was drinking, and it was clear that he was depressed about something. When Daveed asked him what the problem was, the man hung his head.

 A girl, half black, half white walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you look a little sad."

Randy looked up at her. "What do you want?" He asked.

The woman sat down next to him, and raised her hand to the bartender to get another pint.

"No, it's ok. I'll pay."

The bartender looked over at Randy with a little pity. "I'm sorry, but you're cut off." 

The man covered his face with his hands and started to cry. 

Daveed realized how drunk he actually was and put his arm around Randy. "C'mon. I'll get you home, man." 

"We can't take a cab. No cabs." Randy sobbed.

Daveed cocked his head, confused. "Why?" 

And that's where the real story began. A few hours earlier, there had been a report of a car crash in the city, and Randy had gone up to look at the scene, as he was a police officer. 

He'd just transferred up from the desk, and he thought he was ready. Apparently he wasn't as once he saw the scene, he had to catch his breath for a hot sec.

But it was too late. Randy threw up, and there was hashbrown and eggs on his shirt and a pantleg as soon as he caught a whiff. 

A couple sat in the crashed car, bloody, and dead. They were clearly kissing before they crashed, but as Randy could see, it didn't last for long. 

He was so focused on the scene at the time, that he almost didn't hear the civilian walk past him and say something to him about his mama. It was a slur, of course, but Randy wasn't doing so well that morning.