Demon in You

DEMON IN YOU

It was dark, and cold. A mist followed my every movement. I could see my breath come out my mouth. From the cold air that surrounded me. Where am I? I asked myself.

A shot of fire roared out in front of me. I jerked back from the sudden spark of fire. More blasts of fire came up from the ground I walked on. It made light come into the dark place I was stuck in.

The fire vanished. Everything was dark again. Candle’s were suddenly lit. I stopped when I saw statue’s of weird creature’s sitting in throne chairs. It was about six of them. I think. But I then felt the floor beneath me rumble. I looked down and saw it was beginning to crack. I backed up when I noticed it started to break.

I felt one large stomp hit the ground and it made me fall. I looked up and saw an even uglier creature then the one’s that I saw. It was bigger and it was moving straight to me. (Which made seven ugly monster’s).

When it came and passed the one’s that sat in there throne chairs. I saw there eye’s glow red. The color red of lava that falls from a volcano. A dark mist of air came out there ears and teeth. Each movement they made. You could see that dark mist.

Whats happening? I asked. But I wasn’t too sure I was going to get an answer. "Destruction shall fall. You will feel pain and know true pain. Not the pain you humans go through. But real pain. The pain that makes your body tremble and sends chills up your spine.

The source shall be found. It will be controlled and me and my demons will walk amongst the living once more. Taking back what is rightfully ours. And there is nothing you can do about it. For there is no other power nor living being that can challenge us and defeat us. The world will finally perish. The ruin’s shall rise and we shall live again" he said.

I could have sworn I saw even more of the creature’s that looked just like the ones that were before me. Run past me like a ghost. Visions of them coming onto the earth. Tormenting, and killing everyone. Fire spreading more then it should. Things breaking and falling apart one by one.

People ran for there lives. Hiding from the creatures that did this to them. That was causing all this destruction. I could hear there screams, I could feel there pain, and I saw there tears.

Is this a dream, this can’t be real. It just can’t be I said. The visions pasted and some weird marking appeared underneath me. When it did it felt hot. It made my body burn and boil like I was being cooked.

I also felt weak and different. This strange feeling I was beginning to feel was something I never felt before. I never experienced such a feeling. It was a sudden sensation that came into my body.

That feeling started to become painful and unbarring. I screamed and awakened from that terrible nightmare instantly. Breathing very fast, sweating, and heart beating just as fast as a beating drum. With a question of wonder running through my mind. How about yours?.

1

I looked around and found myself in my bedroom. The dream was so real I would have never believed I was in my bedroom. Almost like I died and I was coming back from the dead like a regular zombie. Except I didn’t have the urge to eat humans. But I think the zombie part came from me playing Call of duty so much after midnight. While eating mom’s famous chocolate brownies. But if you had them you would see my point.

I then turned and looked at my broken heart clock that sat on my right end table. Beside the rest of the stuff I had laying there. Which including my colored pencils. A few pen’s. My case that held my sharpies. Textbooks and regular books. I’m not the neatest of people. But I do know how to clean up after myself.

So I look at the time and it was 2:32 am. My heart was still racing. It was like a loud thump in my chest that was like the sound of a drum. Placing my hand over my chest I could feel it. I Repeat the same words to myself. It was just a dream. But it didn’t feel like a dream. It seemed like something more then that. But it couldn’t have been a memory. If it was. I think that’s something that I wouldn’t forget. But then again. It could have been so terrifying that it wiped away from my mind.

I walked to my bathroom to wash my face. To see if I did that then maybe I would feel better. I splashed cold water onto my face a few times. Within each time I take an easy exhale and feel my racing and pounding heart beat slow down to its normal pace. I come up while wiping my face with my towel. Pulling the towel away, I look in the mirror and when I catch my image I see that the person in the mirror wasn’t me. It didn’t look anything like me.

I backed up and was startled by the fact that when I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was pitch black and my eye’s were a dark purple color. Then the lines came running down my cheeks like tears. Except they were in that purple color that took over my pupils. I then noticed something strange crawling up my arms. I looked at them both and saw the rune’s that were in my dream appear on my arm somehow.

No! I shout and immediately put my hands to my face. Hoping that it would make it all go away. I count to ten and by the time I slowly get to one I take a peek through my fingers to see if it was gone. I found myself back to normal. Everything that I did see had vanished. It was like it never happened. It was probably all in my head I said to myself as I slowly put my hands down.

I then walked back to my bed and got in. I laid down and pulled the covers over me. But I couldn’t close my eye’s. I was afraid to go to sleep and find myself dreaming that same dream. What’s wrong with me? I ask myself.

It seemed like everything was just falling apart. I couldn’t even have a descent dream without a restless night. Left with dreams that haunted me through the night and sometimes during the day. You would think my life couldn’t get any worse then this.

You see my name is Jane. I am sixteen years old. What can I really say about my life?, Well I have two parents who are together. I have a older brother named Cory who is seventeen. Along with a younger brother named Eric who was eleven. You might think my life is perfect right now. But it isn’t.

You see I was adopted. I knew that all my life. I was told I was left on the steps of the orphanage. No note or letter. I was just left there the moment I was born. So with an orphanage this thing happens to happen a lot. Some parents don’t have the courage to go in and go through the normal process. Or plan this ahead. So most just leave the child there without any kind of note.

So you see this whole adopted thing is no shock to me. I wouldn’t say the thought of it bothered me. Because the moment I was adopted. I knew these guys were my family the moment they wanted me.

I never knew who my real parents were though. But no one ever told me who they were. I never really asked. I don’t know if that make’s me a bad person. To not want to know who my parents are. But I think that they couldn’t be so great if they abandoned me.

I was just a baby. I stayed in the orphanage until I was about eight years old. That was when the Williams family took me in and raised me as there own. I remember being so happy being a adopted and being welcomed into a family. I thought things couldn’t get any better. I thought that all the bad things were forgotten and far away from me.

But you see things weren’t always so simple. And what some might say easy. When I turned five and before I was adopted. I started having these dreams. Sometimes visions of bad things happening. When I told the adults of the orphanage what I saw. They always told me I was seeing things. That it was just a bad dream. I thought the same thing until I got those visions during the day time. When some of those bad things I saw happening to me or other people happened before me. That was when I knew their was something more to these dreams.

So I started to draw what I saw. And each drawing was different. (Also another reason why it took me awhile to get adopted). But it was the only way I could feel better and relax. Some called it disturbing or horrifying pictures. But I called it my way of expressing myself.

Tonight was the first night that these dreams I had became so real. Made me so scared and afraid of what was happening. I had never been so shook up before. Well it was that one time when I was younger. I did have this dream that shook me up. But it was the first horrible nightmare I had. Those other times didn’t get me as upset or afraid before. Because they had been so frequent.

From all those things I saw. It kinda made me like an outcast to everyone. They all thought I was some freak. But then maybe I was. No one else had dreams like me. Neither did anyone draw the things I did.

So for a sixteen year old in high school. With issue’s like this. You don’t really fit in with the whole popular crowd at school. I wouldn’t say I’m a loner or anything. Because I’m not. I just hang with my own crowd and do my own thing.

Morning came too fast that day. My alarm clock rang and I woke up to its ringing sound. I pressed the button to cut it off and woke up yawning. While wiping my eye’s. I then got up out of bed and turned my radio on to my favorite station 103.5. Then went to my bathroom to start to get ready for school.

When I was all done. I went downstairs where the rest of my family were ate. You look terrible you know that I heard Cory say. Like that was something I wanted to hear. While I fix myself a bowl of cereal. I didn’t get much sleep last night I said to him. Were you having another nightmare? Eric asked me. I did I said to her. So it was you making all that noise last night? Cory asked. I’m sorry I said to him.

Wait a minute. Your apologizing to me. You must be tired because usually you have snappy come back or something Cory said to me. And usually I do. I wouldn’t say we don’t get along. Because we do. We just show how much we care a little differently. Like regular siblings.

You guys don’t forget. You do have school. So taking your time isn’t an option. Unless you want to be late my mom said. Who was rushing down the stairs. Putting her jacket on. Its only 7:15 mom. We still have time Cory said to her. Then she looked at her watch and saw he was right. I guess I’m the one who is rushing a little too much this morning she said to us.

You have a meeting or something? asked Eric. Yeah, and I have to be there early she said to us. That doesn’t mean we have to be said Cory. As the mother I have a tendency of rushing my kids. Even though I am really rushing myself she said to us. That doesn’t make sense said Cory.

Then our dad came down and got him some breakfast. Mainly taking a bite out of muffin that was there. Morning everyone he said to us. While taking his coffee from my mother. Giving her a kiss on the cheek the moment he received his mug. Morning we responded.

That was when he turned and looked at me. When he noticed the expression on my face. You okay Jane. You look a little sick he said to me. She had a bad dream Eric said. You did, what was it about? my mother asked me. Nothing important I said to her.

Unlike the adults at the foster home. They actually cared about the dreams I had. But I tried not to tell them something like that. I was too afraid they wouldn’t want me anymore when they found out about the dreams I had. So every time I had a bad dream. I just told them it was nothing.

It doesn’t look like it was nothing. You look like your sick he said to me. I just didn’t get enough sleep. That’s all. But I’ll be okay. Once I get some fresh air I’ ll feel better I said to him. You sure? she asked me. Yeah I said. Well I better finish getting ready for school I said to them and put my bowl into the sink. Then went upstairs to grab the rest of my things.

When I was ready me and my brother Cory. Took our little brother Eric to school first. Walking him to the bus that came for him. We then walked to the bus stop and went to school. I sat on the bus listening to the music from my Ipod. While I drew in my sketch pad. Right now I was working on the weird markings that I saw in my dream.

Cory looked over and saw what I was drawing. But didn’t get what it was or why I was drawing it. What is that suppose to be? he asked me. I don’t know yet I said to him. Then why are you drawing it? he asked me. So I can figure out what it is I said to him. And if you can’t? he asked me. Then I just can’t then. But I won’t know unless I try to find out what it means I said to him.

Why do you care what it means anyway? His guess was as good as mine. I mean it could just be some dream and mean nothing. But I felt like that if I’m seeing it so much now I should find out what it means. I’m not too sure. I just saw it in a dream I said to him. You do know that its just a dream right. Its not real he said to him. You might be right I said.

But I knew it was just a dream. But it didn’t really seem like just a dream to me. It seemed like it was more then that. Its hard to explain though. But maybe if I found out what these marks meant I could understand.

But instead of worrying about this. I thought changing the subject would be better. Even Cory had his worrying moments for me. He might not show it but if he sensed something was wrong he would worry about me and become more annoying then usual.

I’m surprised you actually know something though I said to him. I know plenty alright. I’m like the human brain and can give anyone knowledge he said to me. Yeah. On how to screw up everything they touch. Because your great at that I said to him. She’s back he said. I shouldn’t of said anything he said to him. Your right about that I said to him.

When we got to school we both went to our classes. I was a junior and Cory was a senior. So we both had different classes and schedules. But we go to the same school. My mom thought it would be best if we did. So he could look after me. But I don’t need him too. I know how to handle them on my own. Which is another reason why sometimes I’m always in trouble. Also an outcast to the popular crowd.

That was difference between me and my brother. He was the star athlete of the school. He was a big time football player and everyone loved him. Especially the girls. Even though he was my brother and happened to get on my nerves sometimes he was really good at playing this game. I couldn’t even lie about that.

So he was in the popular crowd because of his reputation. Because of what he could do and who he was. I happened to get in sometimes by associations with someone in the popular crowd. But other then that I was an outcast.

I walked into my class with my best friend Sydney. She was one of my closest friends. She could always take my mind off whatever I was thinking about. Which is a good thing because most of the time I am thinking about something troubling. To the point that it would make my head feel like it was being invaded by deadly firecrackers.

She also tried to bring out the girly side of me. Since I was what you could say a sort of a tomboy. Many people have come to that conclusion because I enjoyed to wear a pair of jeans then a skirt. I rather eat junk food then salad’s and stuff like most girls. Not to mention I don’t mind getting dirty and doing something reckless.

She would always drag me to places she thought I would like. I didn’t mind though. I think that’s why we were friends and got along so well. Because we brought out different side’s of ourselves. She tried her best to bring out the girly side of me. And I tried to bring out the athletic side of her. Because she wasn’t doing so great in gym and with me around I help her get pass. Home economics is something she happens to be great in. And without her help I would be failing. But I am able to get by with a B, which is very good in my case.

We sat down in our seats and took out our things for our class. Talking amongst ourselves like the others while our teacher was writing on the board. Copying somethings from the book in his hand.

So what do you want to do today after school. I was thinking about going to that new mall downtown. They are having a real good sale. Twenty percent off. Its not bad she said. Oh and I am not taking no for answer she said to me. Then I guess that means me turning the offer down isn’t an option? I ask. Nope she said to me. Fine. We can go after school then Not like I had a choice in the matter.

After our few classes we went to gym. I was in the girls bathroom changing into my gym clothes. I then noticed a weird mark on my shoulder. I looked at it through my mirror and tried to figure out where it could have come from. It didn’t look like some bruise I could have gotten from messing around. It was like someone gave me a tattoo that was used with a knife and craved it into my skin.

Great. I thought things couldn’t get any worst for me I say to myself. Come on Jane. You don’t want to make Ms. Martha mad. You’ll have to do a hundred push ups Sydney said to me.

But she didn’t see my weird mark. She flew out the locker room too soon to catch it. I didn’t want to suffer the consequences of my crazy gym teacher. So I fixed my shirt in a certain way so you wouldn’t see the mark on my shoulder. Using a spare tank top and putting it on to cover my back. Then throwing my school gym shirt over it. Then I rush out the locker room before it was too late.

After our first few laps around the gym we then went to our small groups and started to stretch. While one by one our gym teacher chose students to use the beam for exercise. Usual its used for those who do gymnastics but also for Ms. Martha’s enjoyment. She likes for us to push ourselves and stretch out every part of our body. I believe her main enjoyment and purpose of this exercise is to watch us fall on our ass’s.

Right now the head cheerleader of the school was on the beam. She wasn’t very skilled on it. Not like she is skilled with cheering for the loss for the opposite team. Or catching the eye of every guy at this school.

Finally fell off trying to be cute and went splat on the mat. Me and a few of my friends giggled when she did. She got up and was pissed because she embarrassed herself. When for the first time she showed how she wasn’t great at everything.

Alright Kim. That’s enough. Looks like your going to work on that Ms. Martha said to her. Ms. Martha I could have done better if I didn’t have such a crowd watching. I’m use to a better crowd of worthy people. These guys are nothing close to it Kim said to her. No excuse’s Kim. Now go do some pull ups. You need to work on your upper body strength. You were messy with those flips and turns. You can also work on that balance of yours Ms. Martha said. Balance is my best quality. I mean have you seen me on that pyramid. I am the balance Queen said Kim. Well this isn’t a pyramid. And even then you are off said Ms. Martha. Which made us all laugh at the ultimate diss Ms. Martha gave Kim. Basically she just said you ain’t all that Sydney whispered to us. She never was to begin with I added.

Jane your up I heard. Looks like I’m up I said to my friends. You better kill it Sydney said to me. Yeah. You don’t want to do worst then Kim another friend of mine mentioned. We wouldn’t want that I say and I walked towards the beam. Passing Kim on the way.

I hope you fall. Butch she says. Saying one of the very popular her and her airhead of friends say to me each time we pass one another. And step in your spotlight. Never trick would always be my snappy comeback. I continued to walk towards the beam. Leaving her there with her mouth opened with surprise. For some reason that would be her response to my responses.

I jumped onto the beam and stood up onto it gracefully. I then twirled on the beam like I was on the gymnastic team and even though I’m not. I have been doing things like this for all my life. Well sort of.

I would do things like this at the jungle gym by my house. When I was younger and I would play tag with my brother Cory and a few of his friends. (They could never catch me and would get mad because of it). But when you play spider tag, I guess you get the chance to work on balance and upper body strength.

I then did a flip and my feet hit the beam without any slip ups. Nice Jane. Very nice I could hear my teacher say. I began to finish it up and then did my last twirl. Then I ran down to the end of the beam and flipped off and sticking the landing.

I heard a few of my friends cheer and a few of the other girls as well. That’s my girl! I heard Sydney shout. Woohoo! I heard another friend of mine say. That was really good Jane Ms. Martha said to me. Thanks I said to her.

Have you ever thought of doing gymnastics. I think you will be perfect for it with skills and balance like that Ms. Martha said to me. I don’t know. Something like that has never crossed my mind. But my mom keeps telling me I should. She thinks it would help me with roughness and let out a lot of energy I said to her.

You should really think about signing up for the team Ms. Martha said to me. I’ll think about I said to her. Alright Ms. Martha said and I walked back towards my friends as she gave the next call.

When gym was over. We went back to the locker room and changed back into our clothes. I can really see you as a gymnast though Jane. I mean for starters you kill every single routine Ms. Martha makes us go through. Plus I think you’ll look real cute in the outfits they get to wear Sydney said to me. Don’t forget the guys. They are extremely sexy my friend said to me. You two are a mess I said.

We are talking about gymnastics and you guys are talking about the outfits and boys I said to them. But that is why most people sign up for it Sydney said to me. Have you guys forgotten that by becoming a gymnast. You also get to travel all across the world. You could see new things and experience so many things. Also new languages. You know I’ve always wanted to learn another language I said but it was like they were off on another subject.

She’s right about that. New languages=new places=boys=the exotic love cycle said Sydney. But I couldn’t see how that had anything to do with that. Italian boys Sydney said. French boys my friend added. Ooh la la they said together and giggled. Why do I try I said to them.

Oh Alisha, don’t forget we are going shopping today after school Sydney said to her. I won’t, and maybe we can find some leotards for Jane Alisha said to her. I haven’t even decided what I wanted to do Jane said to her.

You shouldn’t even think about it. Because all your going to do is mess up and ruin things Kim says to me while coming our way with her friends behind her. Worse then you. I would have never thought I said sarcastically.

I’m sorry isn’t this the girls locker room. Only girls can get in here. Or haven’t you gotten the memo Kim said. Then you would have been out years ago. Everyone knows your a man with that mustache you try to hide I said to her and my friends laughed. Burn they said to together as they continued to laugh and then Kim and her friends walked out the room.

That was when the bell rang. Letting everyone know it was time to go to the next class. Lets get going you guys I said to them and we grabbed our things and walked out the locker room.

I wish we didn’t have to have gym now. It would be better if we had it at the end of the day or something Alisha said to us. It would. But public schools are crazy like that I say while we walked out.

When school was over everyone who didn’t have anymore classes they went home. Me, Sydney, and Alisha went to the train station to go to the mall Sydney was talking about. I wouldn’t really have gone with them. If I didn’t have something I had to do.

You see where the mall was at. There was a bookstore that was also in that same area. I knew if I was able to get away from them for just a few moments. I could get my hands on a book that talked about the dreams I had. Or this weird mark that appeared on my back. Then just maybe I can get a better understanding of myself. Since I have no one else I can really talk to about this problem. Who could really understand what I’m going through. Since I didn’t. The only person I could relay on about this problem is me.

We got to the mall and both Alisha and Sydney were already looking at clothes. Grabbing everything they could. I couldn’t really understand what they saw in clothes like that anyway. My taste in clothes were more simple. Most of the things I wore were rough, punk, something like a rock n’ roll type of style. I wouldn’t say I’m dark or emo. But just unique. (As my mother would say). I just like comfortable things. I’m not too big on the labels. But that doesn’t mean I will wear just about anything.

Jane, how about you get this?. I mean this would look great on you Sydney said to me and she held up a pink and white stripped one shoulder top. I don’t think so. Pink is not a color I prefer to wear I said to her. I’ll get it. And I know the perfect shoes to match Alisha said to us.

Seeing them go through there shopping faze. I thought this would be the perfect time to see if they have any books that could help me with these dreams I’ve been having in the bookshop. You guys, I think I’m going to stop by the bookshop real quick. Their is something I want to get from there. So when I’m done. I’ll text you guys and we can meet back at Starbucks I said to them. You sure? Alisha asked me. You don’t want us to go with you? Sydney asked me. No. I’ll be okay by myself I said.

Besides this will give you guys sometime to do some more shopping I said to them. Alright, but your going to do some shopping to Sydney said to me. Don’t worry, I will I said to her and I then walked to the bookshop.

When I got there. I took every book that talked about demons, beasts, and weird writing and symbols. I sat at a desk reading all of them. But couldn’t find anything that could help me. Half this stuff I read I could hardly understand it. One, is because it didn’t make sense to me. And another reason is because I think half of this stuff was in Latin. Not something I am fluent in.

I am getting no where In disappointment I say. Closing the book I was reading. I turn and go to another book that I haven’t read yet. Hoping that this would lead to better results. I look at the title and read it. The Dark war I opened it and saw something that caught my eye.

It said something about demons. How they fought the archangels and how they fought the great evil that had rose up from the ground and caused chaos all over the world. For centuries they had fought. The battle they had was ruthless and never ending. The reason for this war was for power. But for a power source in particular. That is known to be a myth because for the past years it has been lost and no one, no angel, demon, or human has found it.

This source has not been said to be evil nor good. For it depended on the holder of the source. For whoever gets there hands on it can consume the power and change everything. They can become even more powerful then they were before.

The archangels defeated the demons and one of the highest evils that has come. It is also said they had hidden away the source somewhere. Which is also unknown. But for the better good then bad. For those who live on the planet earth and the one’s above us that watch over us. So a war like that will never have to break out and such pain and sorrow will never be experienced. Hopefully for a long time…

I stopped reading on that note. By reading that, I think I got an idea on what was going on. But some of this had sounded familiar. I then thought for a moment and remembered that dream I had. It spoke of destruction, something similar to what I have read. Along with something about the source. I wondered if they could be speaking of the same source I heard in my dream.

But just what source is it. If I knew what it was and what it could do. Maybe I can understand on just why I was seeing all this and having these dreams. I mean I can’t understand any of this or why this is happening to me. I never thought my dreams could mean something. I had a feeling it was more then a dream but reading this in a book and seeing it in a dream. That is a big connection that is very freaky. It throws you off a bit and makes it hard to understand yourself. Just when do you get to read about something and realize that you were just dreaming of it.

Once I was finished. I went to Starbucks to meet my friends and as promised I did some shopping. Even if they weren’t the kind of clothes they thought I would be getting. But they were clothes. And I might wear them someday. It just all depends on the day of course.

2

I came home that day and helped my mom with dinner. Even though I wanted to do a little more research. But I had to do this first. It was kinda of my job to help her with things like this. She called it our bonding time. Since I was the only girl, she liked to do these sorts of things. My brothers just liked to eat more then they enjoyed doing the cooking part. I didn’t mind doing both really.

Spending time with my mom wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Well at least not all the time. Because sometimes she liked signing me up for beauty pageants and that happens to be where I draw the line.

So are you going to do gymnastics? she asked me. Seeing that I told her what Ms. Martha said to me. She is now curious to know if I will go through with this or not. I don’t know yet. I mean it sounds good and all. But its a lot of work. I only do these sorts of things for fun. Nothing competitive and that’s exactly what I will have to do and be if I decide to join I said to her.

But you have the skills to do gymnastics. Your already flexible she said to me. Maybe. But it is a lot. Being flexible isn’t the only thing you need to do gymnastics. I hear you have to be starving thin and I am very happy with the figure I have now. I don’t plan on becoming any thinner to the point where I look like I haven’t eaten in years I said to her and she started to laugh. I don’t think you have to get that thin she said to me.

But aren’t those girls like crazy beautiful. Because if she is going to be on the gymnastic team. She’s going to need a lot of work done on that face of yours Cory said to me. You do know I am holding a knife holding up the knife and making sure he see’s it.

Cory, I think your sister will do just fine in gymnastics. She is already athletic. Not to mention beautiful she said to him. Yeah. I can already beat you in basketball and football I said to him. How many times do I have to tell you that I let you win those times. I was being nice Cory said to me. Yeah right I said to him.

After dinner I went