The Kindred Demon (Horror Story)

[spacemonkey]

Hey my fellow schmoes, heres another cool story to flex your writing muscles. Past ventures into horror story games have been a blast, click on anyone of these titles for an example of just how cool this can be:

Vampire Nation (http://www.joblo.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=45801&highlight=vAMPIRE+NATION)

Vampire Rage (http://www.joblo.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=68633&highlight=vampire+rage+horror+story)

The Darkness Within
(http://www.joblo.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=40610&highlight=darkness)

Dawn of the Apocalypse (http://www.joblo.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=70640&highlight=apocalypse)

Xenomorph Nightmare (http://www.joblo.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=62070&highlight=xenomorph+nightmare)

Fright Night III: The Return of Jerry Dandrige (http://www.joblo.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=30905&highlight=The+Darkness+Within)

The Darkness Within (http://www.joblo.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=40610&highlight=darkness)

Terror Cabin (http://www.joblo.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=61118)

The Dead are Among Us (http://www.joblo.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=31436&highlight=Haven)


So if you like to write and have some fun doing it, and I know theres a few of you in here, well go nuts here! Just make sure its good!

Just follow these simple guide lines and rules:

1- Dont insult anyone, and dont make stupid senseless jokes that dont have anything to do with the story.

2- You have to follow the last post storyline, if your post and notice that your post doesnt follow the last post storyline, go back and edit it so that it will.

3- Original characters only, dont go and put Freddy Kruger or Jason Vorhees in this one, use only character that you made up.

4- Make it good. Come on, put your back to it! Get your creative horror juices flowing!

Title: Kindred Demon

As Sarah drove down the road to Max's house she thought about all the good things that had happened to her this year. She was madly in love with Max whos been her boyfriend for two years now, she was recently accepted in Miskatonik University so she could do her major in Creative Writing and the study of Ancient Toungues, Shed just got a new car her dad bought her. Just a lot of good things. Of course like any other year, there had also been bad things. For example, Max had been acting rather strange lately. He had gone in to violent fits of rage wich had left her with a feeling of unease. She tried to understand what he was going through, his father had died a few months back and he was not taking it well. Still, she was frightened of this side of him she had not seen. Sarah thought to herself that maybe this terrible phase that Max was going through would soon pass, and that shed have her good old lovable Max back.

All these thoughts raced through Sarahs head as she drove up to Max's house. She hoped he would be in a good mood tonight, and that he would d try and forget his fathers death at least for tonight. It was New Years Eve after all and it was a time to set new goals and leave the past behind.

Her headlights shined brightly on Max's house and she could see he was sitting in the front porch. The house was brightly lit and Christmas Music was playing on the stereo system loud enough for her to hear it from her car. "Hey Maxi!" she said as she stepped out of her car and started walking towards him. He seemed distant, thoughtful. Oh no she thought. Hes in one of his moods.

The closer she got the more she noticed he had stains on his face and on his hands. It looked as if he had fallen on a puddle of mud or something. His shirt seemed red and for some reason that she couldnt understand he had an ax in his hand.

"Max whats wrong?"

A Blank stair into nothingness was his reply. His face twitched for a second as if he was trying to say something but couldnt find the right words. She walked closer to him and realized he was covered in blood. The red in his shirt came from the blood that had been splattered on it. She could notice by focusing that the shirt was originally white. His hair was dripping blood onto his face, it was obviously fresh. What ever happened here had happened a few moments ago. Amidst the holiday music Max gave Sarah a serious stare straight into her eyes and then he spoke.

"I just killed my entire family Sarah...and I dont know why..."

Sarahs body began to shake and she felt her knees getting weak as she stood a few feet away from Max

[countchocula]

Suddenly, Max jerked with pugnacity and swung the axe into his own face. As the aciculate tool pierced his flesh, he began to cackle like a dramaturgic cartoon character. Sarah couldn't believe her eyes. Her heart froze. Her paralyzing fear wouldn't allow her to emit a shriek, much less run away. There Max stood with his countenance leaking a damask secretion, his lips torn agape, his eyes pulsating with a sickening intensity. He pulled the axe from his abraded visage and pointed at Sarah.

"I love you so much," he croaked through what was left of his mouth. Still shocked and enfeebled, Sarah could only watch as Max slowly walked toward her. He seemed ambivalent about his open wound of a face. He never flinched.

"Pray for me," he atrabiliously whispered as he forced the blood-sodden axe into Sarah's paunch. The penetration was almost sexual. He licked his darling's neck as she expectorated a globule of blood. Her lifeless frame fell to the floor, the dull thud signifying that the prophecy had been fulfilled.

With a tortured moan, Max reached into his pants.

[Duke Nukem]

As so, Max reaches into his left pants pocket... and pulls out a photo of Sarah. He stares at it. Then, he looks back down at Sarah's lifeless body laying on the ground. He looks back at the photo. With her smiling at him from the photo, she looked more magnetically real than the corpse before him. Max's eyes tears up and he recoils in frustrated anger.

Max: "Nooo!"

-Max drops down to his knees over Sarah's body.

Max: "How could I do this? Why?! What is driving me to do this??"

-Suddenly, Max uncontrollably jerks his head back. Then, he shrugs and laughs, as if he was possessed.

Max (possessed): "Why, it is me! I am causing all this carnage! Mwa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"

-Max jerks back, maintaining control from the possession.

Max: "Oh, no! It's the Kindred Demon! I thought I beat it. I thought I sent it back to hell!"

-Max jerks his head back, as the possession takes over.

Max (possessed): "Oh, I've been to hell! I've baby to hell and back, baby! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"

-Max jerks back.

Max: "No! No!"

-Max jerks back again, as the possession returns.

Max (possessed): "Yes! Yes!"

-Max jerks his head back.

Max: "I have to do something! I have to stop the Kindred Demon from killing no more!"

[spacemonkey]

Max came back to his senses and realized what he had just done...hed plunged his axe straight into Sarahs stomach. Her body lay motionless on the grass.

"Max..." said Sarah with what little life she still had in her.

"Max....fight it..." she whimpered again.

He immediately fell down on his knees, grabbed her body and hugged her. The insanity of the moment had Maxs body shaking nervously. He held her in his arms trying to think what he could do to rectify the situation. He searched for Sarahs wound. Beneath all her winter clothing hid a small wound. It didnt seem fatal to Max. Thankfully her thick leather jacket had lessend the impact of the Ax.

"Oh my God..what do I do, what do I do?!" Max searched around desperately searching for a way out of this horrendous situation. Then he remembered his mothers first aid kit inside the house in the bathroom.

Max picked up Sarahs body and started walking towards the house. The lights were all on inside and "Im dreaming of a white Christmas" was still playing on the stereo system. As he passed through the living room he could not believe it when he saw his mother and father headless on the living room floor. Their heads lay on the floor a few feet away from their bodies. Both of the heads had horrofied expressions on their faces.

He hurried towards the bathroom grabbed bandages scissors and rubbing alcohol.

When Sarah opened her eyes she saw two people in front of her.
She recognized both of them. They were Max's uncle Marty and aunt Heydee. They were a young couple who were obviously in their forties.

"She's coming around honey look!" said Heydee.

"Hey...whats... going on? Where were you guys?" where the first words out of Sarahs mouth. She felt her wounds and they were covered in bandages and they had obviously been treated. Her bleeding had stopped.

"Sarah! Your back! Honey we had to hide in the attic when Max went crazy. Are you ok?" said Marty preocupied.

"Yeah...I...Max! Wheres Max?!" she suddenly screamed remembering what had last happened.

"We saw him come into the house with you and we saw he was doing something to you...I believe he was going to try and heal your wound. But we didnt know, we thought he wanted to hurt you like he did the rest of his family. So we bashed him on the head with a statue and tied him up tightly. He is in the basement right now. Tied and gagged, we were afraid he would go nuts again!"

"Listen Marty, I need to see him. He seems to be possesed by a demon! I heard Max mention something about a 'Kindred demon'...maybe we should try and find out what he was talking about" said Sarah as she stood on her feet.

"Oh, but he might go all crazy again! I hate the look on his eyes when he goes crazy like that...he doesnt seem human. I mean as we tied him up down there...I was terrafied he might wake up and go crazy again!" said Haydee looking at the basement door as if some strange savage animal was waiting to jump out of it. Then she said:

"We also tried calling the police...but the lines are down! A snow storm has developed and were disconnected from everything! Its snowing furiously out there!"

Sarah looked out her windows and she could see the huge amount of snow that had fallen in the few hours that shed been out. Her car was covered in snow.

"Well, getting out of here is obviously not an option...I guess we need to hang tight till this freak snow storm blows over." said Marty.

"I need to see Max...I need to see if we can help him! Haydee, Marty, I know it wont be easy for you guys...but Im going to need for you guys to come with me to the basement...and see how we can help Max out of this!"

[Duke Nukem]

Uncle Marty and Aunt Haydee turn to each other and sigh. Then, they turn back to Sara.

Aunt Haydee: "All right, dear."

Uncle Marty: "Be careful."

CUT TO...the basement. Pan up through darkness as the door creaks open and as light emerges from living room. Marty and Haydee approach the doorway and switch on the light. Marty, holding holding a shotgun, starts stepping down the stairs and Haydee follows. Then, Sara follows after.

-Approaching the bottom of the stairs, the three turn their heads and look in shock... Max broke out of his bondage and was down there somewhere. A chair was broken to pieces and rope was over the floor. Uncle Marty turns to the others.

Uncle Marty: "He's out! Hurry up, get back up stairs!"

-That's when Max, looking deranged and possessed, pops out of nowhere and jumps at Uncle Marty. Marty, in desperation takes his shotgun and aims it at Max.

Sara: "Max, no!"

-Before Uncle Marty can shoot Max, Max grabs Uncle Marty and violently shoves him behind him to the ground (Thud!). Then, Max turns to Aunt Haydee and Sarah. He turns to them menacingling and licks his lips.

Max: "Well, one down. Two to go!"

-Uncle Marty, still alive, whimpers around the floor. Max takes notice and kicks him (Kick!).

Uncle Marty: "Oh!"

Aunt Haydee: "Martin!"

Sara: "Max, stop that! Stop that now!"

-Max stops and looks at Sara. He looks her down with his two deranged eyes. Sara looks back at him with mercy.

Sara: "Max, beat it! Beat the kindred Demon! I know you can!"

-Max, looking confused, turns away. Then, he jumps out of the way, struggling with himself.

Max: "Argh!"

-Max jumps around, struggling with his innerself and the Kindred Demon.

Max: "Argh! Argh! Argh!"

-As Max struggles with his demons, Uncle Marty gets back up. He's okay. Aunt Haydee sighs of relief.

Aunt Haydee: "Oh, Martin."

Uncle Marty: "I'm okay. Let's get back upstairs."

-Sara and Haydee start back upstairs and Marty follows. As they do, Max continues struggling with his demons.

Max: "Argh!"

-Sara, Marty and Haydee get back upstairs and shut the basement door. As they hear, they still hear destruction downstairs as Max struggles with the Kindred Demon. Then, the havoc stops. Silence. Sara, Marty and Haydee turn to each other. Could Max be okay or is he still under the possession?

[spacemonkey]

"Thats no my Max..." said Sarah with a worried look on her face.

"We know honey..." said Haydee and put her arm around Sarah.

The destruction going on inside the basement felt as if Max was tearing the place to shreds. Destroying everything in his path.

"You know Martin, these could have something to do with Maxs dad..." said Haydee looking for an answer to this crazyness.

"Your right...old Taylor liked the occult..." said Marty connecting the pieces of the puzzle.

"What the hell are you guys talking about?" asked Sarah feeling completely left out.

Another loud crash was heard in the basement, this time it sounded like he smashed a mirror.

"Maxs dad was studying the occult, he had tons of old books and things about the subject. He was particularly interested in what happens after we die. You see...he knew his death was close and that he would soon pass on, so hes studies for the understanding the afterlife depend. I think he went into a dark place, he medled with things he shouldnt have...he was found dead on the attic of this very house."

"wait, wait..I thought Max's dad had died in a car accident.." interrupted Sarah.

"No, thats what the family told everyone, truth is, they found his remains in the Attic. With a pentagram drawn in blood on the floor of the attic, there were a lot of candles and opened book on the floor. I know because I was the one who found him...and weird thing is, we really didnt find his body. We just found ashes. As if his body had been burned, yet there were no sings of a fire."

"So his body just dissapeared?"

"Yes, we never really found it, the police gave up on looking for his body. But we knew it had something to do with those books of his...and this little statue he always kept in that room. In fact its probably still there since the room has been left intact due to the police investigation that was going on" said Uncle Marty as he pointed at the door in the ceiling wich led to the attic.

"So basically your saying whats possesed Max is the spirit of his own father gone mad?" asked Sarah not believing those words had just comed out of her mouth.

"The family never really accepted what he did, his studies went against everything this christian family believed in. He always recented that. We spoke a lot about this, he trusted me a lot because I dont follow any religion in particular, so he trusted me with telling about his studies. But the family..." Marty twisted his head slightly "the family was never really fond of what he did. Particularly his wife Maria...she was a religious fanatic."

All three of them suddenly realized that the noise in the basement ceased. It had gone silent for more then a few minutes. They all looked at each other in curiosity.

"Maybe his fine now-"

"No hes not...look!" said Marty pointing at the living room window.

Sarah saw something pass through the outside of the house. As if something had passed running. She saw a glimmer...a shadow of something. Suddenly the shadow stopped right in front of the living room window. Max stood there all cut up and bruised. The demon had used Maxs body to escape the basement and damaged his body in the process. It laughed a silent laugh since it could not be heard through the glass.

"Oh my god" said Sarah. "Why is he doing this to Max?"

[redwhisper13]

CUT TO WOODS....Max was running through the forest, leading himself and the demon within him away from his family and Sarah.

(Max) "I have to get away, I won't hurt them. I won't!"

(Demon) "Aw c'mon, you've said that a thousand times, and has it ever worked? You know I'm stronger, and you know I'll kill them."

(Max) "NO!"

(Demon) "Hmm, I think I'll take out the old couple first, I want to take my time with that cutie that's so moon-eyed about you. What's her name, Sarah?"

(Max) "If you fucking touch her..!"

(Demon) "You'll what? Say a prayer? Plead with God? You're pathetic. Wake up, Maxi. I'm god here. I own you, and you'll never be rid of me. Now, lets see what the little whore is up to, hmm?"

Max looked up. Shit! He must have circled back to the cabin, because here he was, standing at the edge of the woods, shrouded in their shadows and freezing his nuts off in the snow.

CUT TO ATTIC....Sarah skimmed through the tomes stacked knee-high in the dusty attic. Haydee and Marty were likewise going through some books, but since many were written in Latin, they could only peruse a few. Sarah stared at a hideous picture of a painting done by a man in the 17th century. The annotation stated that the artist had gone completely insane and spent two years nonstop doing the painting. Near completion, the man had slit his wrists and added the final touches with his life's blood. The picture depicted a naked man vomiting a grotesque ghoul into the grasping hands of hell. What intriqued Sarah about this picture, though, was the man had a tattoo on his back, one identical to a symbol that resided on Max's. Looking at the floor, Sarah saw a correlating one etched into the floorboards. The symbol of two kinda lightening bolt looking "s".

Sarah turned the page. The book labled it as the satanic "s", meaning the Destroyer.

[redwhisper13]

Bump

[redwhisper13]

Okay, I guess I left this at an un-additional post, so I'll keep going.


Sarah..."The satanic "s"? Destroyer? What the hell does that mean?" Sarah frantically started scanning the page, but it ended right there at the bottom. She turned to the next page, only to stare devastatingly at the torn edges of the page that had been there. Now what?

"Hey, listen to this." Marty stood up with a slim volume in his hands. "It says here that a circle of salt can stand as a barrier to evil. So if we make a circle of salt around the house, then we're safe!"

Haydee sighed, "But for how long?"

"Its worth a try, better than killing our only nephew."

Sarah stood up, "Okay, Haydee you get the salt. Uncle Marty, you grab the gun and cover me while I make sure everything's clear."

All three stood behind the front door, gathering courage to face the evil that lay on the other side. Sarah took a deep breath, then quickly pushed the door open. She scanned the woods, searching for Max.

"Max, are you out there?" Sarah called out. Whispering, "Haydee, start making the circle."

Together, they started to circle the cabin. They were nearly all around when they heard that otherworldly voice come from the darkness.

"Sarah...Sa-rah...won't you come out and play?" Max stepped from the woods, his face twisted into a menacing sneer. Haydee stopped pouring the salt, frozen by the hideous countanence that was her beloved Maxi's face.

Sarah spoke from the corner of her mouth, "Keep going, once its closed, we'll be safe." Haydee continued on, keeping her eyes focused solely on the ground.

The demon within Max realized what was going on. "You stupid little bitch, do you really believe thats enough to stop me?"

Sarah shouted, "Don't listen, it lies!"

Marty looked beseechingly at his nephew, "Stephen, big brother, please. Stop this madness, its your son!"

It just laughed, laughed so hard that it fell to the ground. Then, it stopped, as if cut with a knife. Max's doe-brown eyes looked up, the real Max.

Sarah's eyes glittered, "Max, baby?"

Max stood up slowly, "Its gone, just gone. Oh Sarah!" Max walked through the circle of salt, embracing Sarah. Marty walked over, taking Max's face in between his hands.

"Is it truly over?"

Max's eyes glowed a sickly yellow, "It is now." He shoved both of his hands into Marty's chest, cracking open his ribs. Blood spewed onto everything and everybody within a yard radius. Sarah and Haydee stood in shocked horror. Max kept pulling apart Marty's chest, his heart was still beating. Marty was gasping like a fish out of water as Max dropped him into the snow, steam rose up from the body in a thick cloud. Max the demon turned to face the women that had watched the bloody spectacle.

Max's eyes then switched to brown, "Run!" he yelled. His eyes switched back to yellow, then again to brown, back and forth as the internal struggle for dominance of the body raged between the two inhabitants. Again, brown-eyed Max pleaded, "Run!" Sarah grabbed a stricken Haydee's arm and ran for the cover of night.

[Tagia_Romero]

The Thing that was Max laughed uproariously as it suddenly materialised in front of the fleeing women, blocking their path.

"NO!" Haydee screamed as she pulled Sarah back the way they had came, only to once again come face to Thing with the creature.

With speed that couldn't be compared, The Thing gripped both women tightly by one of their arms, it's touch made both women shriek in horror as they felt nightmarish rushes of hot and cold rush through their bodies like a terrible infection.

"Oh, come now..." they heard the creature say, it's voice suddenly in a low tone of throaty eroticisim.

"Neither of you are THAT scared.... come to think of it..."

Once again it moved at an extraordinary speed as it pinned both women to the ground, it's body on top of both of them.
It seemed as if there was an dark, intense presence enveloping all three of them. Sarah began to feel a little light headed as the demon looked from her to Haydee to Sarah. A disgusting serpentine tongue slithered out of it's maw and it forked itself to lick both girl's faces.

"What is there to be scared of? You both savour your Max, you love him just as he loves you."

"You're NOT Max." Sarah shuddered.

The demon chuckled.

"Hm. No. Of course not. But that won't stop your fragile mortal coil from caring for him." the demon chuckled deeply.

"Wh-w-what do you want?" Haydee stuttered.

There was a silence between all of them. It seemed as if the demon had fallen into a deep trance, though it's hold on the girls was still as firm as a Hellhound's jaw on each of them.

Finally, the demon responded to Haydee's question, his foul eyes blazing brightly.

"I want some fun... and I'm going to have it. Now."

[spacemonkey]

"Those earthly pleasures that I have missed on while being dead...Im going to get some of that right now! Im no longer an old man thanx to my son!" he let out a laugh again as his tongue grew longer and longer working its way down Sarahs body trying to unbutton her shirt, he finally achieved it and started to lick her nipples wich were firm because of the cold winter wind. :D

As Max held them down he looked up, as if he had just heard something.

"What was that?" said the possesed Max.

Both Sarah and Heydee looked at each other as well. The didnt know what he was talking about. But slowly they noticed.

A breeze was starting to pick. Ever so slowly, it appeared as if wind was coming out from inside of the house. Soon it was a strong turrent of wind coming out at gail force speed. Max tried to hold on but couldnt and was whisked away from the girls and fell on the snow in front of the porch.

He tried getting back up but the wind wouldnt let him stand up straight.

"Arrrgh!" said Max as he fell back to the mountain of snow that had accumulated.

"Leave them alone Taylor!" said a voice from the house. It was a loud deep voice that echoed out of the house.

"Come inside" said the voice to the girls as they immediately got up and entered the house running. As they went in the door slammed it self shut.

Once inside all the lights were out and Sarah could feel an electricity vibe in the room. She could feel every hair on her body standing on end.

Suddenly Sarah and Heydee heard something move...they both looked at the dead bodies of Max family wich were all on the floor of the living room. One of the severed heads started to roll across the living room floor all by itself. Its eyes glowing with blueish light. It was Maxs mothers head, Karen. It found its way onto its body and sort of stuck itself on to where it used to be. Like a king reclaiming its thrown. It tried making an effort, like it was really hard for it to speak. Then words came out of its Karens mouth.

"You need to take him back to the Attic...back to the pentagram! Send Taylor back to hell! Use the book! Read the words! Send him back so that Max can live his life! My Maxie..." then Karens face turned sad and the blue light stopped coming out of her eyes. The body went dead and the head fell back to the floor along with the body.

"I think it was Karen giving us a message from the other side!" said Sarah to Heydee. Heydee was still in shock from seeing her Martin die at the hands of the demon.

"Heydee, I need you to be strong for me! We need to let Max back into the house!" said Sarah as she shook Heydee by her arms.

[Tagia_Romero]

Without any warning, millions of scaly, clawed hands dripping with God knew what started to scratch at the windows, this talons making sharp, unpleasant noises.

Haydee and Sarah covered their ears, grinting their teeth so hard they thought that their ivories would break under the sheer pressure they were putting on them.
An inhuman combination of roaring, moaning, howling and cackling broke through their insignificant barriers. A raging gale of wind buffeted the cabin mercilessly as a bright, blinding light blazed from outside.

Sarah fell to the floor from this enormous pressure, curling herself up into a fetal position, a shivering mess. This terrible sound was driving her mind into a fragile state.

Haydee, her eyes brimming in tears, her skin as white as chalk, swooped down and struggled to get her companion back to her feet, but the sound was just too great on Sarah's human ears.

"SARAH! PLEASE! WE HAVE TO KEEP GOING! YOU JUST SAID TO BE STRONG!" Haydee screamed over the satanic cacophany.

Sarah whimpered something, but her voice couldn't be heard over the wailing.

"SARE! PLEASE!!!!"

Ubruptly, the demonic concerto halted.

Haydee looked around the darkened cottage, utterly taken aback by this sudden turn of events.

All of the evil chorus had completely disappeared.

She looked back down at the form of Sarah, who was now also taking concious note of the silence. Even in the dimness, Haydee could see a cold sweat running down Sarah's tear streaked face.

"Sarah... are you okay?" Haydee asked quietly.

"Noooo." Sarah said honestly.

"Neither am I." Haydee replied. "But we have to... we have to get back up to where we had summoned the creature... Taylor."

Sarah nodded frantically, taking long, loud breaths into her nose.

"We have to defend ourselves." Sarah pointed out, her breathing finally returning to normal speed.

"Yeah." Haydee acquiesed. "But how? Knieves and chainsaws are pointless. Forget about guns too. The salt circle is up there and we're down here."

Sarah nodded as she examined the darkness, trying her best to make heads or tails of the objects. Suddenly, she saw something resting on the mantle piece.

"Come and looka this." Sarah whispered quietly, though she didn't know why.

Both girls made their way over to where Sarah had made her discovery.

"I don't know much about botany, but see that in that vase?" Sarah asked, gesturing to the antique ornament.

In it were five small branches. Reaching her finger out, Sarah touched soft but sharply cut leaves before leaning in to smell it.

"I think, I think it might be wolfsbane."

"How can you tell?" Haydee asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The smell of it. It's supposed to smell like rotten roses or something like that."

Sarah removed the plant from it's home to show it to Haydee.

"Take a whiff."

Haydee leaned in.

"Shit that's rank. But I have no idea as to what you're getting to here."

"I'm takin' a wild guess, but wolfsbane is supposed to oppress evil and demons. It was used in the Dark Ages when the Black Plague went across Europe. People thought it would banish away the Devil and all that."

Haydee clicked her tongue.

"That's stupid! That's only folklore! We know that the whole 'plant scarin' the Devil away' was just some stupid white man's belief.'

"Hey, you got any better ideas? I'd like to hear 'em, Dee."

Haydee's silence answered Sarah's challenge.

"Right. So let's use it. It's a start."

With a sigh, Haydee took two pieces of wolfsbane from Sarah's hand.

"OW!" Haydee mumbled as some of the bark pricked her finger.

"Sorry. towards the top of the leaves are these small spines." Sarah apologised. "Hold 'em by the base."

Haydee put her pinkie finger in her mouth and sucked on the blood as her other hand took over the holding duty.

"Ready?" Sarah asked.

She screamed as the hard hand of Haydee dug into her shoulder blade, making her drop the wolfsbane.

"As I'll ever be." came Taylor's voice from Haydee's voice box.

The new vessel for the Thing flung Sarah up into the alcove on the second floor. Sarah crashed into the wall brutally before she fell to the floor, her head impacted straight onto the wall's skirting board.
Bloody haze ran over Sarah's eyes as she heard a dull ringing as her senses reeled to recover. Through her dim vision, she could see the cackling, hunched over figure of Haydee sauntering up the stairs in a jerky motion, it's sickening yellow eyes never left her. A viscous fluid that had no placeable origin ran from the pupils' eyelids, dripping over Sarah's own face.

[spacemonkey]

Sarah struggled to get up again...the bash on her head left her disoriented. Yet through her blury vision she saw Heydees possesed body going into the attic.

Suddenly, a banging sound on the front door.

Sarah felt like she wasnt ready for yet another demon attack.

The slamming continued. Sarah looked at the door, her stare unflinching. Frozen in fear. All she could hear now was the howling of the wind outside of the house and the banging of the door. Someone or something really wanted to get in.

Not having enough time to think of a way to protect herself against whatever stood outside, she just layed on the floor staring at the door and listening to the banging. Until suddenly the banging stopped. Sarah heard a window breaking, as if someone had thrown a rock at the window inside of the livingroom. Now Sarahs frightened stare switched to the living room. She could hear footsteps getting closer.

A Shadow emerged from the darkness of the living room...slowly revealing Max. Standing in the living room.

"Sarah...its me." he said with great strain.

"Im ok. Its gone...Its really...me" he said and walked a few steps forward to reveal a the horrible state of his face. The skinn in his cheeks was slashed and gushed small amounts of blood. The blood had coagulated in the time he had been outside. He had bruises all over his body including his hands.

"Max is it really you?" said Sarah with a scared tone.

Max walked closer to her till he was close enough to give her a hug. Sarah hugged Max as if she was trying to make up for all the lost time that she had not been able to be with him this night. She had been sure she was not going to see him again ever.

"Max...your aunt Heydee. Now shes the one thats possesed by your father! Shes up there in the attic. Your mother sent us a message."

"Wait isnt my mother..."

"Yes shes dead, but her spirit talked to us from beyond the grave! It told us that we needed to send Taylor back to hell!"

"Yes...that much is true. My father was an evil man. And now he is an evil spirit wich needs to be tought a lesson...." said Max through painful moans. The cut in his face looked mean.

"Come on Sarah, lets end this deal once and for all, are you ready to go up there?" said Max.

Suddenly a huge growl came from the attic. For some reason Taylor was tearing up the place. It seemed to Sarah like Taylor was up in the attic looking for something and couldnt find it. Then she looked at the book that was thrown in the living room floor, Heydee had dropped it before she got possesed. She walked over to it and picked it up. Then she looked at Max.

"Your mother said we have to read from this book and then your father would go back to where he escaped from...and after all the shit Ive been through tonight...I think I still got it in me to do this! Specially now that youre with me!" said Sarah with a reafirming tone.

[Tagia_Romero]

"Is that so?" came Taylor's voice from Max's mouth.

Sarah screamed in horror and disbelief.

"B-b-b"

The devil chortled.

"Poor ignorant woman, I move quicker than you could ever imagine."

Lifting up a finger, Sarah found herself being forced to the ceiling where she couldn't move as the demon looked up at her nonchalantly.

"Nobody is safe. I can never die. The world is mine. And no amount of your meagre human 'knowledge' can help you. Everyone is my slave. Accept it."

"N-n-n NEVER!"

Taylor rolled his crusty eyes before he slightly moved his finger to the left and to the right, making Sarah move violently as if she had been backhanded on both sides of the face.

"Do you have selective hearing, human or are you really THAT stupid? NOTHING can defeat me. The world is and always be mine."

Finally his power released Sarah, making her fall to the floor on her backbone, making her cry in agony.

"Anymore amusing human humour to humour me with, Sarah?" Taylor asked. "Perhaps another defying utterance?"

[redwhisper13]

Sarah lay on the floor, hanging onto consciousness by a thread. She put her hand out to sit up, and came into contact with the arm of Max's dead mother, Karen. Suddenly, Sarah felt a warmth spreading from her hand to encompass her chest, then her entire body. She saw herself turn to look at the creature within Max's body. Sarah was now like an audience watching a movie. She could see everything that was going on, but was not a part of it.

She heard herself say, "Haud potentia penitus malum opertet sino tibi habitum haec femina." (No power through evil shall permit you possession of this woman.)

Sarah watched fear widen in Max's yellow eyes. The creature backed up a few steps. Sarah saw herself rise to her feet, what was happening? A voice whispered through her, "Do not fear, its me, Karen. I have possessed your body, but I mean you no harm. My only aim is to help you defeat my husband, as I am not alive to do so again."

Sarah thought, what do you mean again? and how can this be done?

Karen answered, "You know that my husband is dead, but not what killed him. I destroyed him. His demonic worship and rituals had made him too powerful, and I feared the evil within him. I knew that he meant to harm our son, but not how. In the attic, where he had forbidden I go, I found the tools of his obsession with power. I snuck up there for weeks, reading through the tomes that he had collected by means I do not wish to know, searching for a way to reverse his insanity or to stop it.

"I found something. An incantation that when merely whispered, would counterbalance all evils committed by whomever was present, times six. I waited for him in there, and when he came I read the words. It was not until after that I realized what the warning imparted. None of us are without sin, Sarah. Although the incantation worked and my husband dead from the atrocities he had committed in his quest, I too punished, though not as severly.

"When I was a girl, I watched a boy be beaten to death by some drunken men. I never said a word. Never screamed, never tried to stop them or get help. I just stood there and watched them bloody him, kick him, murder him. It is because of my inattempt to do anything against his attackers that my sight was stolen after I spoke the words."

Sarah thought about this then thought, but what went wrong? How was he able to come back?

"Because below the incantation to destroy Taylor, was an inscription to lay his soul at rest so it could not linger. Spirits stay on Earth when they have unfinished business, Taylor's would be his search for power, and since he could not amount any dead, he would remain until he could become alive again. But I was blind and couldn't read the rest."

Why didn't you get someone else to read it?

"I thought I did. I asked Marty to read it. He patted my shoulder, ripped out the page so that it wouldn't do harm to others, then left. I assumed that he went to Taylor's grave to say it over him. I was wrong."

Sarah thought, well that's it then. how can I finish this without that enscription? Marty is dead, I can't ask him what he did with it.

"But you can ask Dee, she was with him that day."

[spacemonkey]

And the Karen was gone. Sarah felt a rush of air in the room and then she felt that she finally regained control of her body. Taylor now inhabiting Maxs body, fled for some reason. Sarah figured he was still afraid of Karen, after all it was her whod stopped his evil plans the first time around.

Suddenly out of the Attic stairs came Heydee running scared and screaming.

"Sarah! Sarah! It had me! It controlled me from the inside! There was nothing I could do but watch in horror!" she said in an almost uncontrolled rage.

"Calm down Heydee. I know how we can beat him! Karen told me that we need to find the page that Marty ripped out of the book, theres some words there that have to be read in order to send Taylor packing! Where is that page Heydee? Karen told me that you knew what Marty did with it!" said Sarah desperately.

"Well...ok..." slowly Heydee recovered her sences. She started to look at the floor in a blank stare as if she was searching through her memory banks. Her eyes moved left and right as if searching in some computer file.

"Ok I remember now..." said Heydee.

"Marty decided he would burn that page! He thought if we would burn it, it could not cause any one any more harm. I mean Karen went blind after she read that passage! So Marty and I both decided it would be best if we destroyed that page...and we did. We burnt it over at Taylors grave yard. But Marty allways thought he might at some point need the words so he memorized them. I didnt, I sencirely wanted to get away from all that paranormal bullshit as fast as possible...it had caused so much harm to my family allready. So anyways, buttom line is Marty is dead and he cant tell us anything! What are we going to do now Sarah?!" said Heydee in desperation.

Sarah began to walk around in a small circle in the living room. She was trying to come up with an answer to their dilemma.

"If we could only contact Martys spirit some how...he say the words and this would all be over!" said Sarah.

Sarah kept on thinking why hadnt Marty shown up yet? I mean surely hes a spirit by know! Surely he knew tha she and Heydee needed those words to set Taylors spirit to rest. Why had he not used them before?

"Hey Heydee, why do you think that Marty never said those words before? He could have used them while Taylor was attacking him right?" said Sarah curiously.

"Yeah, but he researched some of Taylors tomes and books and it would destroy everything living or dead within a 40 foot ratius! It would destroy him and us as well! It would also mean the death of anyone who said it! So you see...its a tremendous sacrafice. It will send Taylor to hell...but it will kill whoever says it too....thats why he decided not to say it before. Sarah...its not an option" said Heydee putting her hand on Sarahs shoulder.

Suddenly the floor boards in the living room began to shake. They danced,going up and down like piano keys playing by themselves. Light seemed to be emanating from below the floorboards. A yellow light. The type of yellow light they immediately associated with Max's possesed stare.

Sarah and Heydee looked at each other and decided that this would be a good time to make a run for it and not talk anymore. They began running for the door as they heard a huge crashing sound behind them but they didnt even bother to look back. All they wanted was to get out of there! Just before they reached the door a huge arm came out from behind them and blocked the door. They both looked at the arm blocking their way and realized that it was abnormaly big. The fingers were hugely grotesque and abnormal.

Sarah looked at the hand and she recognized maxs highschool ring on it. The ring had cracked but it was still tight enough so that it blocked the flow of blood to the rest of the finger. The finger was way to big to be wearing Maxs ring. She frightenly followed the length of the hand with her eyes. She then went to the arm wich seemed to go on forever and then the elbow...then Sarah turned back and saw the origin of the hand. It was a huge monstrosity that resembled Max. But three times his size. Its face was distorted and its eyes glowed yellow. Maxs clothes were all torn, as if Max had suddenly transformed into The Incredible Hulk. Only thing this creature was far more monstrous and demonic then any comicbook character ever was. Somehow the creature managed to stretch its hand to the door, then after he achieved the goal of making the girls look at him, it decided it would have its hand back and retracted it like a mechanical contraption of sorts.

Then it spoke in a deep voiced that echoed through out the whole house shaking it to its very foundations.

"Im stronger! With every soul I devour my strength increases! I will soon become a powerful demon and sit by the side of Lord Beelzebub himself!" said Taylor to himself. As he talked through his abnormally huge mouth huge drops of saliva fell to the floor.

Then he switched his look at the girls. "What greater privilage can a conosieur of the occult arts have then to sit by Satans side?" The he paused for a few seconds then said "And you two little ladies will help me to achieve that!"

[Tagia_Romero]

"THEY WON'T." a booming voice rumbled from under the floorboards.

All three occupants looked down at their feet from where the voice had originated.

"HUMANS CONSTANTLY MESS UP THINGS THAT ARE TRULY QUITE SIMPLE." the voice continued, it's vowels and consonants had an unrecognizable ring to them. It seemed as if this new voice had learned every dialect and put it into it's speech.

Max/Taylor growled in annoyance.

"And who might YOU be? Some confused git? Some Wizard of Oz Man In The Mirror Reject?"

"DO NOT ANNOY ME ANY FURTHER THAN YOU HAVE ALREADY TAYLORIAN!" the voice snarled back, making Max/Taylor stumble off balance.

Heydee and Sarah looked at each other, their eyes questioning the other about this would-be savior... if the speaker really was to be their Knight.

"WHO ARE YOU TO SPEAK TO ME? ME? THE EMPEROR OF DARKNESS?" Taylor roared back in defence.

"YOU KNOW WHO I AM YOU GRAND FOOL. OPEN YOUR EYES."

Upon instinct, the demon and the two women looked frenziedly around, searching for the force.
The demon spawn then broke into laughter as he looked back at the girls.

"Ohh... you certainly had me going for a bit. Clever girls. You're not as idiotic as I thought you were." Max took a heavy step closer to the girls.

"YOU GIVE THEM THE CREDIT THAT IS DUE TO ME? I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR STUPIDITY TAYLORIAN! SO YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I AM? THEN I'LL SHOW YOU!"

The whole cabin began to rumble as if a truly powerful earthquake had struck, complete with the aftershocks of a vulcanic eruption a thousand times fold.

Heydee screamed as as she and Sarah clung together before crashing to the floor, as Taylorian managed to stay upright, but only barely.

[spacemonkey]

The rumbling continued all the windows in the house suddenly exploded into a million crystal shards and the light from underneath the floor boards shone intensely.

"Look out!" screamed Sarah as she saw that the floor boards began to make a cracking sound. As if someone was breaking the floor boards in half. Wooden splinters began to fly across the room and the broken boards began to fall down, as if there was a huge abyss beneath the living room. Fire began to erupt from the whole that remained turning the room into a hot cauldron of terror.

"Run Heydee!" said Sarah as they began to run towars one of the walls. It seemed like the wood closest to the walls was not falling into the huge fiery abyss.

"Look! There!" said Heydee as she trembled and pointed at the center of the living room where there now was a huge fiery abyss. Taylor, the hedious demon creature, stood in just as much awe as Heydee and Sarah looking at the events with a frozen face of amazement and fright.

Heydee was pointing at what looked like a column of huge tentacles all bundled up together. They almost looked like they might belong to some huge underwater monstrosity, but at the same time they seem to strange to relate to anything of this world. The black tentacles rose out of the abyss forming a column till they touched the sealing of the house.

Ever so slowly they began to open. Like the petals of a huge venus flytrap. Little by little opening up to reveal someone standing in its slimy middle. They figured resembled the body of a man...covered entirely in blood.

A few of the tentacles began to move and started to form a small bridge which reached exactly to where Heydee and Sarah where no standing. Trembling in their feet. The bloody figure began to walk towards them.

"Sarah..." said Heydee as she gripped sarahs shirt. "Its coming towards us!"

"Just stay still Heydee....and pray in your mind!"

Sarah could not believe her eyes when she saw the human figure up close. He was naked. Covered in blood and he was a man. The white of his eyes stood out in all the redness. Suddenly the blood on the body began to move.As if it had a life of its own. It began to run across the mans body, like a stream of water coming out of a fawcet. Soon after the blood dissapeared there stood a man well dressed, in an elegant black suit. With long and well cared for black hair. His face was young, but at the same time displayed immense amounts of maturity. The tentacles began to retract and soon they were gone. The floor boards, Sarah could see, where now coming back up as if someone was rewinding time. Slowly, the living room began to resemble its former look.

"Ladies, I am Mephisto...sorry if I scared you with my fiery entrance.." said the man.

"Master!" screamed the deformed creature know as Taylor.

Mephisto turned his face towards Taylor with an angered look.

"You have pissed me off for quite enough Taylor, its about time I dealt with you loud mouth and your arrogant ways!" said Mephisto as he gave Taylor a look with his fiery eyes.

[redwhisper13]

Mephisto turned back to the trembling women, "Ladies, please. Despite the quite unusual turn of events that have occurred tonight," he looked back at the now cowering 'Taylor' "done without permission and with complete lack of respect or decorum, I have no wish to harm you."

Taylor's cowering stopped with that utterance, "What the fuck do you mean? These whores are mine! I..." Taylor's tirade was cut as if by a knife. It wasn't until his eyes started bulging that Sarah figured that Mephisto was somehow strangling him, pulling some sort of invisible leash.

Mephisto lost his patience, "YOURS! Nothing belongs to you, not this body, not even your soul! You have overstepped you bounds this evening, Taylorian. You were sent back to destroy all that you had amassed during your lifetime. Your books, spells, research. Instead, I find you bathing in the blood of innocents! How dare you waste blood with your selfishness! Pain and death have their worth, but it means nought if the souls are pure! You are merely hastening their acension to God, you fool! It is only through corrupted souls that we gain our power.

"I now see that I was wrong in giving you the power I did. You truly are proof that 'Absolute power corrupts absolutely.' Your service can no longer be of benefit. It is only with the enslavement of your soul to eternal damnation in the fiery realms of the netherworlds that you can remain to be of use."

Max's demon eyes widened, then the shuffling shell of a man fell to its knees at Mephisto's feet, "Master, no! I will serve you truthfully, I but lost control. You cannot condemn for a single night of bloody debauchery. Look! Two of them are even still alive! There is no need to send me away."

Mephisto closed his eyes, shook his head. "Ah, new demons. Never truly appreciating what they have until it is too late." Mephisto stared at Max's eyes, actually seeing through them into the monster that lay beneath the depths. Mephisto put his hand plam out...

[Tagia_Romero]

And clamped it hard over the possessed young man's face, the powerful devil's fingers dug into the flesh, causing slivers of blood to run down from his eyes, nose, ears and mouth.
The creature struggled violently in Mephisto's grip but to no avail as the being picked Taylorian up off of the floor, so that his feet dangled helplessly below him.

"NO!" Heydee cried as Mephisto began to pound Max's head into the wall, forcing the presense to leave Max's body.

"HEYDEE! Don't you see, Mephisto's helping Max!" Sarah retorted, holding Heydee by the back of her shirt, keeping her back.

"On the contrary, I'm helping myself." intoned Mephisto.

"YOU WILL PUT ME DOWN, MEPHISTO! If you don't, I'll DESTROY this vessel!"

Mephisto chuckled.

"Like I care. I will always be upon you, Taylorian. No matter who or what you inherit, I will always hunt you down like the boar you are."

"NO MORE SHALL I SUBMIT!" Taylorian howled before he let out a deafening roar, causing Mephisto's grip to slip on his face, causing Taylorian to fall to the floor, blood still dripping from the orifices in his heinously deformed face.

To follow up, he sent a wave of dark force Mephisto's way, Mephisto flew backward, through the wall and into the forest. Without hesitating, Taylorian flew out after his master into the night, leaving the two women standing in stunned awe in the ruined cabin.

"Come on, let's go the attic now while those two are still at it!" Sarah hissed urgently to Heydee who nodded before they both bolted up the stair case and into the attic with the broken salt circle.

"Let's get this right." Sarah said as they hurriedly prepped the site.

Outside green flame errupted into the sky, causing an eerie and unsettling effect as the two demons battled out their supremacy over each other.

[spacemonkey]

They quickly ran up the stairs to the attic with a state of urgency. They had to take advantage of the fact that Taylorian was fighting with Mephisto.

"Heydee, what are we going to do? We dont know the words and Marty is the only one who knew them! What can we do, what can we-" suddenly Sarah was cut off by a noise. It sounded like the shuffling of books. Taylors books on the occult were still scattered all through out the room, his wife had not had the time to throw anything out after his death and she had just decided after a while to just ignore the attic all together. She thought maybe if she never went into it, she would forever erase it from her memory.

Sarah looked around the room slowly, her eyes moving all through the room searching for the origin of the noise. Then, from the corner of her eye she saw it. One of the books was moving. On its own. There was a column of books on a near by desk, filled with dust and cobwebs. The last book on the buttom of the pile was trying to break free from the weight of all the other books on top of it.

"Should we help it?" asked Heydee. Sarah concurred with an affirmative head nod. They both moved together towards the desk.

"Lets do it together!" and both of them grabbed the book from the buttom of the pile and all the other books fell on the floor. A small cloud of dust formed in the room, and Sarah and Heydee closed their eyes protecting themselves from the old dust.

When they slowly opened their eyes, the book they had tried to release was now floating in the air in the middle of the room. Sarah and Heydee both looked at each other with amazement, this after all had been a night filled with some of the weirdest things they would ever see.

"Look! Its opening itself up!" said Heydee bewildered.

The pages started to flip open, until they came upon a part of the book with one page that had been written half way through and another page that was completely blank. Sarah could see that this was one of Taylors books which he used to make his own personal annotations. To Heydees and Sarahs amazement words began to appear on the page, as if the page of the book itself was bleeding.

Heydee looked at Sarah, she could recognize her husbands writing anywhere. And the letters forming on the book were being written in Martys handwriting.

"Its him Sarah! Martys communicating with us! Thats his handwriting! Its him! Read the words Sarah! Your the only one who could understand em, dont you study languages or something at your school?"

"Its written in Latin...the dead language" said Sarah.

"It says.." then suddenly the book closed itself, and like a thin myst of blackness Mephisto appeared before them.

“That wont be necessary ladies” he said and put the book under his arm.

“Ive dealt with our nemesis Taylorian, he’ll have to learn a thing or two about how things are done in my neck of the woods. I cant very well have a lower demon like himself challenging me! Ill see to it that he learns his place! You see, it is part of my plan to remain anonymous to all of humanity. I don’t want them to know that I exist, in fact I want them to continue on thinking that Im just a cartoon with a pointy tail and red skin. I want them to think I am nothing but a joke. You see, if you know nothing of your enemy…then how can you defeat him?” and as soon as he finished speaking, Sarah and Heydee could see the logic in his line of thought.

“You see Taylor was doing the contrary, possessing people in public, gathering all sorts of information about the dark arts, and then letting others see it. He was more of a hazard then an asset! I sent him back to destroy all of this” and Mephisto waved the book around and pointed at all of Taylors dark books.

“Now, I will be on my way out ladies….but not without reminding you first that I am always watching…and waiting for you to condemn your own souls..after all, humans are so good at sinning!” and he let out an elegant yet signigicant laugh.

“What about our family? And Max? And Marty? What of them?” asked Heydee daring to speak, almost to frightened too, but her love for Marty was too great to keep her mouth short.

“As for them…youll have to pray to your God for that one, you see, their souls are not mine to give. Maybe since he is such a “loving” and “caring” guy, he will take pity upon your loss. Who knows? The guy is totally unreliable” said Mephisto as he laughed his way back to hell. Dissapearing into nothingness. The books, the statues, the scrolls and manuscripts all disappeared along with him leaving the attic of the house completely empty. As if Taylor and his love for the occult had never existed.

Heydee began to cry along with Sarah for they felt that they would never see their loved ones again, Heydee was the first to fall on the floor as she broke into tears and Sarah knelt down with her in consolation. Then, they both passed out. They had a long sleep, a sleep more relaxing and rejuvenating then any sleep that they had ever had in their whole lives. After a few hours of slumber, something woke Sarah up. It was music. Christmas music. “Im dreaming of a white Christmas” was playing somewhere in the house. Heydee was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly the door to the attic opened, and in walked a familiar face to Sarah. It was Max. As good as new, as good as ever. No scratches, no demonic yellow eyes.

“Sarah!” the sound of his voice was the nicest thing she had ever heard, she didn’t understand exactly why, but his voice sounded sweeter then ever to her.

“What the hell are you doing there on the floor? Come on down, were just about to have some Eggnog and toast to the New Year! Come on down” and he waved his hand signaling for her to get up from the floor.

“I don’t know what happened I guess I just sort of passed out or something, maybe I hit my head with something, I don’t know….” Said Sarah, not fully remembering why shed ended up in the floor.

“Yeah, well come on down. The party is just getting started, everyone is here, Aunt Heydee and Marty just arrived and they brought some gifts” he said as he helped her up. She couldn’t resist her first impulse so she went with it and hugged him and kissed his lips like she never had before. She didn’t know why, but she knew she felt closer to him tonight. He didn’t fight it either, they truly did love each other. Together they both walked out of the attic leaving any traces and memories of what had happened to them that night, deep in the dark corners of their subconscious.

After the doors to the attic locked behind Sarah and Max, a dark voice echoed the room. “Goodness is such a disgusting thing” said Mephisto in a whisper, but no one was there to hear him.

The End.

Thanx to all! Redwhisper, Tagia Romero, thanx for sticking all the way till the end! Duke Nukeem and Count thanx for your contributions. Good job people. Thats a wrap.

It was a fun story I tell ya! What did you guys think?

[redwhisper13]

Great story! I really like the ending Space, the whole "you're-not-sure-if-it-really-happend-or-if-she-just-dreamed-it" ending.

And Tagia, major applause your way for sticking it out to the end and adding some really great stuff. Not many schmoes come back to the story. Really, the story would not have made it through without you.

[Tagia_Romero]

I agree with 'whisper on your talents, Space. That creative equilibrium of yours is certainly a treat and it's great to see you exercise it once again. Hopefully we will get to see more of it in some form or another in the near future. Keep on 'Wow'-ing us Senor Spacemonkey.

And Madamoiselle Whisper, your contribution to this storyboard also encouraged me to join. You've got one Hell of a imagination as well and from what I have seen, I can tell you have a lot more creative horror goodies from where that came from. What I am especially fond of is your use of language. Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.

To the both of you, thank you so much for inspiring me to keep on posting. Fabulous stuff!

*I'll stop sucking your dicks now, I promise*

[spacemonkey]

Hey girls, thanx for the kind words.

The same can be said for the both of you, you both made some really cool posts.

Red, I loved that part where Maxs mother went blind because she had to pay for not having helped that little boy who had been beaten to death...that was very cool and original. And not to mention that you came up with the fact that Karen (Maxs mom) had destroyed Taylor herself! That was awesome. Again, thanx for putting your best into it!

The ending, well I wanted a happy ending so I went with that...remember when Mephisto was like "I hope your god takes pity upon your loss" so I kind of tried to make it look like there was some sort of devine intervention and that God helped em out and fixed everything somehow, but I didnt want to be so obvious so I tried to be a bit subtle with the whole thing. But of course, as seen in the last paragraph...evil is ever present. :D

Taga, I liked how you added action to the whole thing, with Taylor and Mephisto kicking each others asses in a ball of green flame somwhere in the forest, I liked the insults they gave each other "I shall not submit!" "Do not annoy me any further Taylorian!" and I liked that bit with the wolfs bane, that was kind of like an throwback to the oldschool horror movies like the wolfman.

Thanx to both of you and Ill let you know when I start a new one so we can have some more fun!