task. Ted took out his Taser and walked closer to him. “I’m telling you, stop doing that. Something is messing you up.”
Still no response. Ted shot the Taser hitting Gilbert in the legs with both prongs. He could hear the current surging through, but Gilbert just looked up at him. This time, his face was different. He looked like the rest of the afflicted around town.
“Oh shit,” Ted said backing up. Gilbert took out a pocket knife and waved the blade around a second. He then took the knife, cut off his own penis and stuffed it into his mouth. Once again, Ted fell to the ground and threw up. He wasn’t watching when the troopers opened fire on Gilbert. When he finally looked up, Gilbert’s body was lying in a bloody heap on the hood of the car. Ted was starting to wonder which would be worse, getting killed or turning into one of those afflicted.
Chapter 11
A little over two hundred miles away in Houston, Texas, seventeen-year old Amanda Ross sat on the porch of the halfway house she’d been staying at since that horrible night the year before. Despite what several doctors, social workers and therapists tried to tell her over the past year, she had been demon possessed. She knew it, she felt it. She had even spoken to the demon named K’rall and he spoke back.
Under its control, she did horrible things and many people died as a result. Several priests came to help her, including Father Harlan, who was able to help her. He helped her by showing her how to rid herself of the demon, and that’s what it came down to. There was no prayer, no magic words or holy relics that could make the thing inside of her leave. She and she alone could make it leave, and she did.
Since then, her mind had been at total peace. She spent a few weeks at a psychiatric hospital in Chicago, before coming to Houston to the halfway house. No other place would take her due to her violent past. Though now that the demon was gone, she had no violent episodes at all. She stayed, though, since she had no family and was still a minor.
“Sure is nice out today isn’t it?” Mrs. Parker said from behind her. She ran the hallway house, helping take care of between six and ten girls at various times. She had been the closest thing to a mother Amanda had ever had.
“Yes it is,” Amanda said. “Very peaceful.”
“I heard you got your GED last week. I’m so proud of you.” Mrs. Parker said.
“Oh yeah I did. Thank you.”
“You give any thoughts on college or what you want to do?”
“I thought about going to school to be a therapist. But then I realized most therapists I’ve had only pissed me off. So maybe that’s not the best route.”
“You could be one of the good ones. Be that one who makes a difference.”
“Maybe. Have to pay for college somehow anyway.” Amanda said.
“You’re very bright. There’s lots of scholarships and financial aid out there. You’ll...are you ok?” Mrs. Parker said as Amanda had pinched her eyes shut squeezing her temples.
Sharp pain had shot through her head, something she’d never felt before. In an instant she saw Father Harlan running and yelling while some horrible looking afflicted chased him. There were others with them, including a little boy. Though there was something wrong with the little boy, he was shrouded in black smoke. The vision went away as she awoke with Mrs. Parker shaking her.
“Amanda, are you all right?”
“Um, I uh, I think so.” She’d never had a vision before, not like this one. There was no way she was going to tell Mrs. Parker what she just saw and get herself locked up again. “I.... I need to go.”
“Go where?”
“I have to run to the store. I need to pick up some things. Can I use the car?” Amanda asked. The halfway house had an old car the residents who could drive were allowed to use for running errands. It was all part of the independence thing.
“I suppose. The keys are hanging up inside. You sure you’re ok?”
“I’m fine. I
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