The second Disturbed's The Guy inspired story. I'm 14 so if it sucks I'm sorry. Also be warned, it's long.
The second Disturbed's The Guy inspired story. I'm 14 so if it sucks I'm sorry. Also be warned, it's long.
If you didn't see the first you will be confused rather quickly.
The Demon Within 2
Boy meets world
The soul of the former human child Jack Smith had been burning in the depths of Hell for thirteen long years trapped listening to the voice of the demon that had possessed him on the night of Halloween in 1994. Over the years and through the pain his mind had been twisted and tormented into a demented place. He could think only of killing and bloodshed, and yet still a spark of humanity existed within him refusing to be extinguished.
His inner demon was thinking of the next dimension it would take itself and its human host to. It considered countless options and yet always came back to the one night it had spent on Earth destroying the young child’s life. It had decided to return to its last haunting but this time with a much bigger bang. As the evils of the world continued to grow so too did the demon’s power. It had less then a year longer to grow in power and dream of its future haunting and so, it waited.
Back on Earth in the year of 2007 in a remote testing facility a group of scientists were working on a new project. A situation in a small town of Hampton Maine had arose thirteen years ago. There was a man named Matt Smith who was suspected for the murder of thirty six people at his son’s Halloween party including his son and wife. But that was not what they were interested in. At the site of the murder there was a high level of radiation directly above where Jack Smith had died. Behind his remains was a pentagram of blood on the floor and the word “alsteirmach” etched into the wall.
They had discovered the source of the radiation, teleportation. They had been working on a machine that would allow an object to be transported from one location to another but had never been able to get the whole object through in one piece. They dubbed the project alsteirmach due to the finds they’d made at Hampton, and had made tremendous progress in the creation of their machine. They had made finds at the site of the Hampton massacre that furthered their research by years and now needed only to test it.
The machine had allowed test subjects as large as a dog to pass through unharmed over limited distance but had not been tested with an actual human before. The scientists brought in a convict, condemned for having slaughtered several hostages in a bank robbery, and used him as a test subject. When he was sent through the machine he vanished for several minutes. The scientists had begun to worry about the success of alsteirmach, but little did they know, success would be the least of their problems.
Jack’s demon had pondered and waited for years, but suddenly in the depths of hell it sensed a pair of gates opening. It willed its incorporeal form towards the rift between dimensions. A human suddenly appeared flying through the gate in an unconscious state and was hurtling towards the second gate. The demon knew an opportunity when it saw one, and rushed to attach itself to the human or even better, as the human was in an unconscious state, posses the body entirely and consume the soul. It threw itself into the human and felt the presence of his soul, and if it had a mouth it would have smiled. The human was already a twisted and dark soul long past redemption and as such, an easy target for possession and consumption. As it covered the human’s soul with its own essence the human’s mouth opened in a soundless shriek of unimaginable horror and agony, as he felt his soul being devoured piece by piece.
Meanwhile the scientists waited anxiously for the convict to appear. One in particular Harry Walker, was especially nervous. The whole project was his idea, as was using the convict as a test subject. Harry didn’t want to bear the wait of even unintentionally taking a life, but all he could do was sit, and wait.
Jack’s demon had finished devouring the human’s soul and taking control of his body when it had an idea. Since this human was obviously returning to Earth why not take Jack’s form? It was a pleasurable experience before and it very well could be again. The only problem was that even though it had gained power from the increased evil growing in the world, a possession strained its power and a transformation would probably require it to rest for a few days.
“Ah well,” it sighed, “the child had seemed intelligent and resourceful the last time it had been on Earth. Surely he could be trusted to stay alive for a few days, couldn’t he? Yes he could. It is in his best interests anyway isn’t it? If he doesn’t survive then I can always just wait a few weeks for my scheduled surfacing anyway.”
Harry shook his head with a resigned expression on his face. It had been ten minutes since the convict had been sent through the teleportation device and he had only enough power for a few minutes more at max. He’d have to shut it off soon and condemn his fellow man to whatever fate existed between this world and wherever the teleporter went to. As he thought this depressing fact the teleporter glowed brightly temporarily blinding all in the room and a small child, a mere teenager, was hurled to the ground in an unconscious state.
Harry’s eyes widened, he had thought to see the convict come through this side of the teleporters, not a boy! He was so shocked in fact; that he failed to notice the boy’s blond hair streaked with silver, his fingernails unnaturally long and sharp, and the boy’s strange almost pure black skin. Harry ordered two of the scientists next to him to pick up the child and take him to a guest room, and to lock the door after depositing the child. Harry had a lot to think about before the child woke.
The first thing Jack noticed was that he was in an extremely white room with bright lights covering the ceiling and illuminating the entire room. He was lying on a white bed with white sheets and dressed in a white hospital robe. He quickly sat up and looked down and moaned in agony as the sight of his strange form, so familiar and yet so horrible to see, it brought memories of the night he had last spent in this world. He remembered dismembering his mother, best friend, and everyone he knew and loved except for his father. He had to find out what happened to his father!
Jack jumped up from his bed and ran across the room slipping on the tiled floor, to the door where he pulled in vain at the handle, screaming for his dad. He clawed at the door, tackled it, kicked it, and tried to break it down, but little did he know the “guest rooms” had reinforced steel beneath the seemingly weak wooden door. He was in a prison, left alone with his memories.
As Jack woke up Harry had been walking determinedly towards Jack’s room. He had many questions he needed to ask the strange child and he wanted answers. When he reached the door he put his password into the security terminal to unlock the door and remove the reinforced steel from the door. He opened the door and walked in towards the child, gently closing the door behind him. The child was curled up on the bed and whimpering something over and over, hardly looking up at the scientist.
“Hello,” Harry said softly, “My name is Harry Walker and I am a scientist working at this facility. We were performing a classified experiment in teleportation when you appeared out of our machine rather then our test subject. I feel like I can tell you this, seeing as how you were the product of this experiment. We sent a criminal through the device and you emerged. Needless to say, I have some questions I need to ask you. We can start with your name boy.”
“My name is Jack Smith,” Jack whispered. Could this be real? He hadn’t seen another human being in what seemed like an eternity, but he still had to find his father. Maybe if he answered this man’s questions he could ask some of his own.
“Nice to meet you Jack… Wait, Jack Smith? Where do you live?”
“In a town called Hampton, you probably don’t know it.”
“That’s impossible!” Harry’s mind screamed at him, Jack Smith was dead; he had been for thirteen years!
“Please Jack, don’t lie to me. The Jack Smith of Hampton died some thirteen years ago, murdered by his father.”
“That’s not true!” Jack yelled growing dangerously angry at the memories and thoughts provoked by Harry’s statement, “My dad never killed anyone! If anyone is to blame it’s me!”
“What?” Harry asked stunned, “That’s impossible, there was substantial amounts of your, err uh, Jack’s blood all over his house, and his father was the only one alive! The only explanation was that his dad had killed all the people in his house, though how we don’t know. He was sentenced for life to rot in a high security jail, on the outskirts of Hampton!”
Jack’s mind suddenly became hazed over with rage. His sight grew red. “How dare this man accuse my father of killing all of my friends and family? How dare he when living proof was sitting right in front of him, when I even confessed to it!” Jack thought, enraged.
As Jack’s anger grew Harry saw him physically change. His already dark skinned turned the color of coal, and his hair became a shining sliver. His eyes had become red, and the light around them had decreased. It was as if Jack was emanating the darkness himself! Then Harry looked into Jack’s eyes and saw murder and hate being shot at him, and something seemed to move in the back of those red orbs.
Before Harry knew what was happening Jack was upon him. Jack came in with a low jab at Harry’s gut, which Harry narrowly avoided by sucking in his belly and jumping back towards the door. He turned and tried to run, but the door slammed shut, destroying his hopes of escaping this creature. Jack lept upon Harry’s back digging his nails into Harry’s back, cutting through the skin like wet pieces of paper. Harry shrieked in pain and reached back to throw Jack off of him, but Jack bit his grasping hand and his newly sharp teeth shredded through flesh and bone with ease. Harry was bleeding profusely from his hand, blood pouring into Jack’s mouth.
Jack shook with ecstasy as the taste of blood, fresh and running, spilled onto his tongue. Oh how he had missed this taste! It was as if the god’s elixir was running through his body, granting him newfound energy, and strength. Jack tore his head back while clenching his teeth shut, and to his surprise, found Harry’s hand coming with it in an explosion of blood. Harry howled in agony as his whole hand was savagely torn off, bones shattered, and muscles torn, and he fell to the floor clutching at his stump of an arm.
Jack spat the hand out of his mouth and smiled. Now he would kill this lying, idiotic, excuse for a human for having accused his father. He hurled himself at Harry with a vengeance and plunged his hand into Harry’s stomach, twisting his arm as his nails pierced flesh and muscle into Harry’s innards. He wrenched his arm upwards, feeling Harry’s stomach walls being sheared through and then the snap of his ribs as he reached on upwards. He knew what he wanted; the source of Harry’s intoxicating blood and his life, the heart.
Harry screamed in unbearable pain, no longer even capable of rational thought. His mind was falling apart under the immense pain and agony being transmitted by his nerves, overloading his brain. All he wanted was for the pain to end. And with a sickening tearing sound, it did. He looked up to see what thing had ended his pain and then his mind recoiled in horror, for he saw his own beating heart pulsing in Jack’s bloodstained heart. His last thought before his body succumbed to the black void of death was, “Dear God! How is this possible?” and then all was dark.
Jack savagely devoured Harry’s heart, savoring the taste in his mouth with each bite. He was in a state of bliss, with the heavenly taste of blood and satisfaction for killing the worthless idiot, the pitiful excuse for a human that had dared to insult his family. Then as quickly as the rage came, it lifted. He stared down in horror at what he had done. The last time he had killed a fellow man was when he was possessed by the demon and had had no control over his body, but this, this he had done with a murderous intent and a smile on his face.
“What have I done?” he thought in horror, “I’ve killed someone again and this time because I wanted to. I am no better then that fucking demon is!” But then another thought occurred to him, “Hadn’t he deserved it? He had accused an innocent man, my father whom I love, of killing me, my mom, and my friends! He hadn’t understood, hadn’t believed. I told him the truth and he insulted my family and accused me of lying after imprisoning me in this foul place. I have done the world good for ridding them of that lying miserable fuck!”
And with that thought in mind he set about to getting out of the facility. The scientist’s pathetic cries had probably brought more people running, security guards no doubt. Jack set about preparing the room for when they arrived.
Private Wallace Anderson -Wally to his friends- had never liked his job. He was stationed at a remote scientific testing facility, the name of which he didn’t know, the location of which he didn’t know, and even the names of most of the scientists he was here to guard were not open to his knowledge. He had been stationed here because he was an orphan and had no relatives who knew him personally, so he wouldn’t be missed he supposed. He had been taken here in a black limo, blindfolded and drugged, and since entering he hadn’t been told a thing except to ensure the scientist’s safety at all costs.
Everything was classified, the experiments the scientists performed, their names, and the name of the facility. The only person he knew was Harry, who had actually introduced himself against protocol and had attempted to befriend Wally. He made small talk with the private and tried to help him pass the time. And so when Wally had first heard the cries of anguish coming from the “guest quarters” where Harry had gone minutes before, Wally sprinted as fast as he could to reach his one friend.
But even his military training couldn’t help save him from the horror that existed inside the building. He ran to the room sweat dripping down his back, when he heard the screaming end abruptly. He started to check the rooms one at a time, a painfully slow process, due to the password he repeatedly had to input. He finally got to the room 284 and opened the door panting, and when he saw the inside of the room he vomited out onto the clean white stainless tile.
He saw what remained of Harry, an armless corpse with its insides torn out, impaled to the wall with one of the metal legs of the bed, its face an expression of pure agony and horror. The arms were similarly nailed to the wall in the form of a cross as if mocking the Lord himself. The worst though was the message written on the wall.
“Thank you for visiting, but I think its time for you to leave. Permanently.” It was written on the wall in a mixture of blood and chunks of flesh in a sickly scrawling handwriting. As Wally finished taking in the message and sight of the corpse he heard a voice behind him.
“Well now sir, it would seem you picked the wrong people to guard. They neither deserve it nor shall you help them. Dieing time’s here” Jack said his voice cold as dry ice.
Jack let out a high shrill maniacal laugh as Wally turned, drawing out his pistol, and then he simply vanished. Wally spun around in a full circle warily watching all directions expecting an attack at any moment. He felt a growing sense of wrongness growing inside him. Something was happening in his chest cavity. Now Jack’s laughter echoed once again through his ears and he felt something snap inside of him. He doubled over in pain grunting and then he raised his terrified face to ceiling as Jack’s arm protruded from his chest. The kid was inside of him! How?
He had no time to wonder about how Jack had invaded his body as Jack did the same to him as the demon had done to him so long ago. Jack didn’t know how he was doing it himself, but the feeling was exhilarating all the same. He laughed with glee as he made the gaping hole in Wally widen and put his head through it, laughing all the while. He then clamped his jaws on Wally’s flesh and tore chunks from him as he screamed in terror and pain. To an onlooker it may have looked like a gory perverted mockery of birth, but to Wally it was nothing but a wall of pain blocking out all other thoughts. He could feel his soul being extracted from him as Jack exited his body, but the worst was the feeling of utter certainty that no one could care that this was happening to him.
Jack left Wally’s husk of a body on the floor behind him after leaving it and he felt the demon’s presence awakening inside him, but instead of being afraid as he thought he would he only felt a sense of relief. The demon if anyone could tell him what was happening, why he was able to use supernatural powers, and why he felt so happy taking other’s lives.
“Well,” Jack thought to the demon, “what’s going on? How did I get here and how was I able to do… That?” He imparted a image of his emergence from the dead private’s body to the demon.
“Its quite simple actually dear child. Man played with fire once more and got burned as always. They tried to teleport like I can but didn’t realize that they would end up where I was. They sent a convict through their machine and upon his entry to hell I consumed his soul and took his body. And because I thought you might want to walk the world as I do, I let you come along for the ride and changed his body to fit your form. What has happened since then was simply a result of your exposure to Hell’s infernos and your unique past. Your mind has been changed, perhaps permanently. I must say that I am pleased with the result. Your usage of my powers was simply due to the fact that I was resting and that you can still use them is simply because you have my consent to do so.” The demon thought. “Now then, would you like to see what we can do since those thirteen years ago? It will only be a fraction of my power however, because we have only consumed one soul, and a little blood, I will require much more to reach the full extent of my power. It also would seem that since acquiring you as a second soul my power has doubled, and when we both wish the same thing unimaginable results are possible. One thing to keep in mind though, should I ever be rendered unable to control this body is that we will always have more power in the darkness. Now let’s begin our reign of terror. We shall start with exiting this place.”
Jack felt the demon’s essence seeping through his body, taking control of all its functions, and rather then fighting it for dominance he embraced it. He felt it reaching out towards a separate power and heard a familiar thought echoing through his mind, alsteirmach! He felt, rather then saw a portal open in front of him, tearing a rift asunder and breaching dimensions. The demon was drawing in a miniscule portion of Hell’s flames and using it to make a shielding bubble of energy around them. He felt his body rising and watched on in wonder as he flew upwards melting the ceiling and layers of metal that followed it.
As he breached the facility’s outer layer into the cold desert night sky, he heard the demon calling to him in his mind, “Now, embrace my power and let my essence flow through us freely, whether you know it or not you are subconsciously resisting me. You must put an end to that if you wish to destroy this place, this building filled with people who would put your father to shame and-“
Jack was no longer even paying attention after that, the demon had brought back the feelings of hate and rage he felt at Harry, but to a new level, and he put all of his soul behind the demon’s intent. He felt himself lose the last bit of control he had over his body, and felt the demon’s presence enter his mind fully.
“Now we truly are one dear child!” he heard the demon think, “Let us show these pitiful mortals see our combined strength, even in this weakened state!”
The hellfire surrounding them charged inward suddenly, and Jack felt a mind crushing agony enter and leave him in the blink of an eye, and then the fires surged outward from them covering the extensive desert surrounding them in all directions, and more importantly downward towards the facility he had so recently departed. He heard a collective shriek of the scientists and soldiers below in the building as their souls were consumed by Hell’s ravenous flames and then felt the air around him combust as the heat increased beyond that of a nuclear bomb. Strangely though he felt no pain and the fire in the air went out as suddenly as it had come.
The demon laughed in their mind as they looked around at what once was the desert. Glass had replaced sand as far as the eye could see, and there was not even the slightest trace of the facility left behind.
“Now dear child” the demon thought, “we are free to roam the world as we please, and even free to leave it if we should so choose. If there is anything you would like to do with our new powers, and I know there is, we may now act upon it as we please. So, off to Hampton Maine, I’d guess?”
“Yes” Jack thought back, “I need to see my father, at least once more. Please let me do the talking though, and retain my control of my body.” And with that they both said, their voices in perfect unison, “Alsteirmach!”
Matt Smith in question was currently sitting contentedly, musing in a high security prison a few miles from Hampton. He was thinking, as always of the night thirteen years prior to this day. When he had come home late from work expecting to find a happy house filled with Jack’s friends enjoying a Halloween party, but instead walked into a slaughterhouse from hell. He couldn’t to this day shake the images from his head, the girls hanging in nooses of their own hair, the little boy maybe five years old with his head and most of his spine torn out and laid upon the ground, and countless other corpses laid out as if a macabre Halloween decoration.
He hadn’t enjoyed a full night’s sleep since that incident and the stiff matt that was his bed didn’t help either. His only friends, if they could even be called that, were the two guards stationed at the end of his corridor. He was in a single cell with all of the other inhabitants of adjacent cells sentenced to death or having committed suicide. He was only allowed out of his cell for exercise and meals and was at all times escorted by his guards. Their names were Paul and Jeffery and both were at least six feet tall and had muscles like cords of iron. He had never learned their last names, but they did provide some company when actually in a conversational mood.
Tonight however, they were just their usual stony faced selves. He sighed and lay down on his cot and glimpsed the clock outside of his cell bars. It read 12:07 AM and he then closed his eyes and drifted into a state of unconsciousness, his mind filled with visions of corpses and blood.
He woke some time later in a cold sweat and sat up and looked at the clock once more. Now he read 3:32 AM and he thought, “What have I done to deserve this? Life in a cell and all I once knew and loved gone forever and it seems that life can only get worse from here.”
Then he heard Jeffery talking to someone, “Look kid, I don’t know how you got in here, but visiting hours were a long time a-” and then a gurgled mess that might have been words. Matt rushed to his cell bars and looked to the right and glimpsed Jeffery’s hand sliding around the corner and a streak of crimson blood following it. He heard a low guttural growl and then saw two glowing red orbs peering back at him. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end.
“What the hell is that?” he thought, “Well, whatever it is, it can’t reach me in here right?”
“Paul!” he yelled, “Paul get over here! Something attacked Jeffery! There’s blood and-”
As a spoke those words a long dirty yellow blur shot down the hallway inches from his face, its passage marked by a crack, much like the sound of a gunshot, followed by several more. He heard several dull wet thuds followed by screaming that resembled Paul’s voice, but horribly altered by pain. And then as suddenly as the screaming began it ended as a final blur shot down the hallway and embedded itself into Paul.
“Hello Dad” he heard a cold calm voice say, “I’ve come back for you.”
The voice sounded familiar, but it also sounded like their was a second voice speaking along with the first, a voice that sounded like metal being dragged slowly down a chalkboard.
“I needed to see you at least one more time before going on a… journey of sorts. Do you recognize me?”
With that the voices owner stepped forward into the light in front of Matt’s cell. Matt stared in silence, unable to summon words to his lips as the figure approached. It looked like Jack but with freakishly long fingernails sharpened into points and stained with blood, coal black skin, and his blond hair streaked with silver. But the strangest things about him were his eyes. They were a deep crimson and had no whites.
“So what do you think of my new look Dad?” the thing said, “I find that I like it myself.”
“Jack” Matt managed to whisper, “Is that you?”
“Of course it is.” Jack said in his calm, emotionless voice, “I’ve changed that’s all. Now would you mind coming out of that cell. It doesn’t fit you and I hardly think you’ve earned it.”
Jack raised a hand and the bars glowed a dull red and simply melted in front of Matt’s eyes.
“What happened to you?” Matt asked in wonderment, “I thought you were dead at-”
“My Halloween party?” Jack finished for him, “Well Dad, I hate to break it to you, but all of those people you no doubt found at my party were killed by my own hand. I wasn’t exactly myself at the time though.”
“Wait” Matt said, his voice shaking, “you’re saying that you killed your mother and all of your friends?”
“You aren’t my son,” Matt said shaking his head, “my son would never have harmed a soul!”
Jack felt an inhuman rage filling his mind. Now the last person he cared about in the world was denouncing him! He’d make sure this world’s inhabitants suffered. They had brushed off his death without even caring, his own father had even denied his existence now!
It was with these thoughts in mind that Jack felt a change begin in his body. His bones shifted and lengthened, his skin felt like it was on fire and robes materialized from the air perfectly fitting his knew form. He looked down at his hands and saw them replaced with claws, and his arms were covered in the robes which now had demonic symbols running up and down them. He felt taller, stronger, and more powerful.
He looked down and saw his dad cowering in the shadows of his cell, his face an expression of horror and felt nothing but rage and hate. He then raised his claw and made a rising gesture. His father started to lift off of the ground and straighten out in front of him. Jack smiled before making a crushing gesture with his claw, and how his smile grew as he heard several snaps of ribs splintering in his father’s body followed by a long howl of pain! He then pushed his arm forward and watched his dad slam into the cell wall, and then walked forward.
“How can you deny me?” Jack screamed in rage, “I am your son and your better! You are a mere mortal and can’t be made to understand I suppose. It is just as good that I put you out of your misery then.”
He advanced towards his father and raised his claw once more. Matt rose off the floor once more and was driven against the wall. He drew his arm back and back, his shoulder dislocating with the strain, making a sickening popping noise, until finally when Jack could move his arm no more, he shot his claw forward through his father’s chest, his ribs splintering, heart crushed, and spine snapped, his claw pierced even the stone walls of Matt’s cell. Jack then smiled into his fathers wide eyes and spat in his face. His arm began to glow a bright teal as Jack sent his soul flying forth from his body into his father’s, forcing his body to sustain itself.
“I will ensure that your suffering is intense, and at least as painful as one second of the agony I felt in Hell!”
Jack raised a claw and brushed it lightly against his father’s throat before extending a single finger and driving it through his neck. He curled his finger and then pulled his arm back in a sudden jerk, tearing a huge chunk of flesh from his father’s neck. He opened his mouth wide in a grimace to catch the ensuing geyser of blood erupting from his father’s gaping wound, and reveled in angry ecstasy as the sweet coppery fluid ran down his tongue and throat.
Jack held the pose for minutes, his mouth wide and his arm through his father’s chest and into the stone wall. He watched the light slowly dieing in his father’s eyes and only one thought went through his head. “Why doesn’t he scream, curse, or beg? He just lies there with a look of… of what? Regret? In his eyes. What is he thinking?”
Jack waited until the blood finally stopped flowing into his mouth to pull his arm from the wall. His robes were stained red even through the black and on the symbols, so covered with blood they were. He discarded the corpse off to the side and let it lie on the ground, undisturbed. He drew hellfire onto his cloak to remove the blood in a burst of light and pain, and then walked out of the prison, slowly, deep in thought. His robes were still hot enough to melt the stone and so, he simply walked through the walls taking solace in the pain as the molten stone fell over his body. He was thankful that the demon did not speak to him as he continued his trek back to Hampton and let himself revert back to his “normal” self.
“Why had Matt not screamed in agony? Why did he have a look of regret and even forgiveness in his eyes? Why does it matter?” All these questions and more ran through Jack’s mind as he subconsciously walked back to the location of his former home in the darkness. When he looked up he saw a new house sitting where his had once been and with a new family dwelling within. He sighed and willed himself inside with a muttering of “alsteirmach”. He saw the walls had been painted a new mustard yellow and the carpet was a dull grey. He walked up the stairs silently and found himself opening the door to a child’s room and walked over to the bedside.
He looked down at the little boy, maybe five years old, and thought quietly to himself before tapping the boy’s shoulder lightly. The kid looked up, rubbing his eyes and blinking before Jack clamped his hand over the kid’s mouth to stifle any coming screams.
“I have a question for you, but first what is your name?” Jack asked in his double voice, “And please, don’t be afraid and answer truthfully.”
“My name’s Cody,” the boy replied sleepily, “who are you?”
“Who and what I am, aren’t important now Cody,” Jack said sternly, “now for my question. Do you know if your parents love you? Do you really know?”
“Yeah,” Cody said like it was the easiest thing to answer in the world, “they tell me so every night before bed. Why? Do your parents not love you?”
“I’m not sure Cody, but I think I’d like to test your parents’ loyalty to you. Get up and come with me.”
Cody slipped out of bed and followed Jack, not even thinking about why he was here. He was too tired and naïve to understand why Jack was here. Jack led him down the hallway to his parents’ room and opened the door, motioning for Cody to go inside first.
Now Jack fell into himself and willed the changes to come over his body and felt himself transform, for a second time, into the robe clad demon. He stepped into the room and slammed the door shut behind him. As Cody’s parents slumber was broken he raised his arm and used his new powers to fling them against the wall before jumping over to Cody and picking him up like a sack of flour. He looked spitefully towards the two adults being held in place against the wall and put a claw up to Cody’s unprotected throat.
“Now you two,” Jack said bitterly, “You two are trespassing in my house and I would normally kill any who would dare do that, but tonight I’m in a good mood and so I’ll give you a bargain. Now, out of your family of three I will kill two of you and so the question is, who will it be?”
“Why are you doing this?” Cody’s father yelled, “You have no right to come into our home and demand this! We bought this place some six years ago! Put my son down or I’ll-”
“Do what? Kill me? I think that you should be more concerned for your own safety.”
With that Jack leapt across the room to the man while holding Cody and with one hand, punched him through the wall and onto the lawn. He then looked down at the lifeless corpse through the hole in the wall and looked at the woman.
“So,” Jack said emotionlessly, “now who will it be? You or Cody?”
The woman looked outside, down at the man’s corpse, and replied without a moment’s hesitation, “Me.”
“Are you sure? Would you rather let your life continue? This child is young and the world is harsh. Would you have him live as an orphan without friends? He would be much better off dead.”
“I’m sure. Life in any form is better then none at all.”
“Well then,” Jack said, “you’ve made your choice and my question has been answered. The world is against me.” He then raised his claw and pushed it out, launching the woman with the wall outside and across the street, where she skidded across the ground her back’s skin scraping off and being left in a dirty mess along the street for some thirty feet before finally stopping.
Jack looked up from the bloody track that Cody’s mother had left on the ground, down to Cody himself, who was now weeping silently. He let his form shrink back to his almost human self.
“For whatever reason, it would seem that your parents did love you. The world does not offer me such comfort though, and for that I must end it. I will leave you here little Cody. Enjoy your last few hours on this harsh, cruel world. Alsteirmach.”
Jack now teleported to New York City. “This is as good a place as any to end it all.” Jack thought, “I’ll need the demon to be as strong as it can be before attempting this though.”
“Demon? Are you there?”
“Yes child, what are you planning?”
“I have no place in this world that I once thought of as my home. I want it to be destroyed.”
“Jack, with my current level of power we could not create more then a nuclear bomb’s scale of destruction, let alone destroy this place.”
“I know, that is why I shall go forth and kill all I can quietly before drawing in the military for the final show. You will need a great many souls to bring your power back. Let me do the work for now.”
“Jack look, it isn’t just that I am not powerful enough now. It is that if I were to do this we would have to travel to a separate universe afterwards and I’d be forced to rest for years. I’m not sure you are ready for this.”
“Very well then. I still think that you are making a mistake here Jack. I need to consult my Master. Don’t expect me for a few hours. Communion across worlds is a long and strained process.”
Jack didn’t bother to respond to that. He had work to do. He started by walking down into a dark alley by a bar, in which a group of drunks were lying sprawled out on the ground, unconscious. Jack smiled as he walked by each of them, slitting their throats and drawing their souls out from their bodies. He drank their blood greedily and then left their corpses to rot in the dark corners of the alley.
He then walked from the alley and went out in search of a police station. When he found one after about an hour of walking, he simply walked straight in the front door and looked the officer sitting in front of the front desk in the eye.
“I need something of yours officer. Something I don’t think you are willing to give.”
As he spoke he raised his hand and pointed his fingers at the officer’s chest and shot his nails out into his gut. The officer shrieked at the impacts, each of which made dull, wet, squishing sounds as they sunk into his skin. He pressed a button on the desk and barked some command into the speaker while drawing his pistol and flicking off the safety. Jack simply looked at him and laughed. The officer fired his pistol three times in rapid succession into Jack’s chest.
Jack grunted as each bullet hit him and staggered back a few paces and then looked up at the officer. Jack felt a strange sensation as the officer fired more rounds into him, he didn’t feel pain at their impact, instead he felt a strange sort of… pleasure. He smiled and leapt over the desk and kicked the officer’s skull in with his bare foot, his toes sinking into flesh and through the back of the skull cap. He tried to pull his foot from the skull cap where it was embedded, but found his foot stuck in the officer’s skull. Jack found this strangely funny and cackled as he shook his leg back and forth before prying his foot out of the man’s head.
By then Jack heard footsteps echoing as someone ran towards him from one of the two hallways branching off from the room. Jack willed his form to change back to what it had been once before, those thirteen long years ago. His legs lengthened and thickened, his arms and hands grew larger, and he felt a rage at the world come over him, making his eyesight haze over with red. He looked down the hallway at the four new horrified officers and then roared, spittle flying from his lips before charging down the corridor at them. They quickly drew their pistols and fired as fast as their weak fingers could pull the triggers. Jack winced in slight pain which turned into pleasure as the bullets struck him and then lifted a hand and then brought it down onto one of the officer’s heads, crushing the skull like an eggshell and spraying blood and brain matter onto the walls. He leapt forward and launched a kick into another’s throat, crushing the windpipe before simply breaking the neck and knocking the head from his shoulders. He then looked at the third officer and opened his mouth wide, wider then it could have possibly reached, until it covered the entire bottom half of his head and then engulfed the officer’s face with his mouth before biting down and tearing away his face in a sudden sweeping motion, launching a fountain of blood from the falling officer.
Jack then looked at the fourth officer who then decided, to run back from where he had come. Jack let him run and call for whatever help he wished and then stalked out of the police station. He had a busy night of blood drinking and soul devouring ahead of him.
Jack ran about the city on a rampage of blood, killing, and destruction. He had rampaged through a nightclub, crushed several cars people included, and threw a lamppost through a running man’s chest as he crushed a woman’s head in the palm of his hand. He raged through the streets of New York City for hours until he finally heard a distant boom. He jumped to the side and saw a missile fly through the air, naught ten feet from him into a building, exploding on impact and launching debris in all directions. It had begun.
Jack turned; his eyes trailing the path of smoke left behind by the missile and saw them. It looked like the panicked officer had played his part perfectly. Jack now had before him what seemed to be most of the military forces near New York City. He smiled horribly, his mouth extending once again out to the edges of his face and he released a demonic howl, a mixture of rage, hate, agony, pleasure, and glee. It began as a low rumble in his chest and scaled up going too high for human ears to hear and even shattering several nearby windows.
He ran on into the smoke blinking his eyes once to change his vision to thermal to keep his target clear through the smoke. He saw a soldier franticly reloading a rocket launcher and behind him a row of soldiers all wearing dark camouflage and vests, and all of which held unfamiliar assault rifles. Behind them were more soldiers and even a few tanks. He howled once more as he approached his target and lunged forward as the soldiers opened fire. He landed a stone crushing blow on the soldier but merely launched him back into the soldiers behind him due to his bullet-proof vest. Jack needed something stronger if he were to fight all of these men and not use too much of the power he was accumulating through his deeds.
He focused upon his right arm and winced as the strangely pleasing agony shot through his body like fire as the bones in his arm shaped themselves into the shape of a long protruding curved blade of a scythe protruding out of his arm about six inches behind his hand. Jack now felt the sting of pullets sinking into his flesh and raised his hand in the soldier’s direction and opened his palm to unleash a torrent of hellfire at the soldiers. He drew on their souls as their screams died and leapt on towards another victim.
He tested his scythe on the nearest soldier and found that plunging his new blade through the soldier’s armor took about as much effort as slicing through butter with a hot knife; it neatly severed ribs and spine while puncturing the lungs, and all while it slid through the soldier’s torso. Jack lifted his arm and growled in satisfaction as the man slid down his blade and opened his mouth in a muffled scream of pain.
He turned and flung the man off into his comrades who had stopped firing to reload and ran into the fray, following his living missile’s wake. He lifted a soldier by the neck and crushed his throat with his thumb and flung him off into the darkness before turning and launching four of his claws into another’s chest and arms. He howled once more as he saw the tanks targeting him and felt the familiar sting and pleasure of bullets sinking into his flesh and began his charge towards the heavy artillery.
Jack swept his blade arm back and forth, cleanly separating anyone who stood in his path from their mortal coils and began to pick up speed in his charge. He let hellfire immolate his blade and then he crouched and jumped up high into the air. He rose some fifty feet before beginning his descent and howled a battle cry into the night sky right before his impact with the armored vehicle. His blade arm passed through the bullet proof plating easily with the intense flames surrounding it and only instinct told him to leap off of the tank before it exploded as his blade cut into the engine. Jack still was propelled by the force of the explosion and he tumbled and rolled across the streets for a good thirty yards before halting his flight. He smiled as he looked back at his work, the tank was now mere debris and burning wreckage and all of the soldiers near it were living torches, running for a time before finally dropping to the ground and ceasing their screams.
Jack looked for a new target and spotted another row of soldiers taking aim with their rifles at him. He lifted both arms and with a flick of his wrists, caused all of the ammunition with the soldier’s weapons to explode, along with any grenades carried by the commanding officers. When the explosions ended Jack sprinted towards the five remaining soldiers of the formation and ran his blade through one soldier’s neck to swiftly behead him and turned his magic loose upon the others. He used a small amount of hellfire to melt the ground around their feet and laughed as they sank down into the molten stone, screaming all the while.
Jack could feel the power building within him as he siphoned the souls from the corpses of those he killed. He was still far from being able to complete his goal, but he knew that he could reach it. The only thing he wasn’t sure about was the demon, what was it thinking? It had shut off its part of the mind completely, aside from instincts and knowledge of how to use its powers. Then suddenly Jack felt a burning pain in his back and was launched flying head over heels into the nearest building. He stood up and looked down at himself and screamed in surprise when he found that he had a gaping hole in his chest. The skin at the edges was already growing back over the hole and he felt his organs steadily reforming, but was even further enraged. He turned and looked back to see another tank, which was already taking aim on him again. He roared and leapt once more into the fray.
He ran to the tank ignoring the steady stream of bullets pounding into his flesh from all directions and he charged forward and extended his arm. He let the hellfires fly from his blade to completely envelope the tank and soldiers around it, and then turned and sprinted from the tank, this time expecting the explosion. Jack grimaced as he felt the force of the explosion force him forward again, though with less force, but his grimace turned into a smile when he saw that he had been propelled towards another group of soldiers. He landed and proceeded to tear the arm out of a man’s socket and use his rifle on him, quickly turning him to Swiss cheese. Jack turned and swept his blade through another’s arm and then kicked a soldier in the chest, shattering all of his ribcage and crushing his stomach. Jack turned and picked up another rifle and threw it through a soldier’s face where it embedded itself in an explosion of blood, bone, and brains. Jack grabbed the gun while still stuck in the soldier and mowed down the remaining men with it. He ran onward with savage glee and was soon lost in the frenzy of battle.
The demon however was lost in its thoughts. It felt different, no longer as malicious, sadistic, and evil as it had once been. It now struggled with morals as its soul and mind were fused within Jack, making each of them closer to the other. It saw through Jack’s eyes as he eviscerated soldiers and demolished tanks with ease and glee, but could not suppress a mental shudder as it watched. What was happening to itself? It felt strange emotions tugging at its mind and its mind reeled with the trapped and new emotions dwelling in its mind. It needed to leave this union, but found that it could no longer relinquish Jack’s body as it once had. Their joining had become something more… permanent.
“It is time I received more answers,” it thought, “though I do loathe interrupting the Master.”
The demon used a tiny portion of its power to send a message down into the depths of Hell to contact its Lord.
“So Alsteir, you actually requested an audience with me when I’m not busy for a change.” a voice came echoing back, “A nice change of pace for you, now what do you wish to know?”
“Master,” Alsteir imparted respectfully, “I fear that a change has come over me. It could hold dire consequences.”
“Tell me, what has occurred?”
“During my last haunting I possessed a child by the name Jack Smith. I brought his soul back with me to Hell so that he might feel the torment that we suffer each day and this has had lasting effects on him. His soul was twisted to one more akin to our essence. I took him along for the ride for this haunting, expecting that I could use the added power of his soul to wreck more havoc in the world, but it seems that as I had caused changes in his soul, his soul has done the same to my essence. We are becoming more like each other each minute. I need to know this, why has this happened and can it be reversed? I can no longer even forsake his body.”
“Hmm,” the Master mused, “It seems that you have been in direct content to a part of his soul left untarnished by Hell’s inferno and as such you have fused with it and started to meld your respective personalities and powers. Now, does the child have anything planned? If you can get him to draw on your internal powers and then cease them so that he must draw on his own soul, he will be quite obliterated.”
“Well Master, he intends to get back at the world which caused him so much pain, because he can’t remember that it was pure chance that brought me across his path and that I destroyed his life. He wishes to destroy the entire world.”
“Alsteir,” the Master chuckled, “the boy can hardly control your powers and has not the rage, nor the hate, required for such a task. Allow him to grant you more power and then do as I said before and your troubles will be over. Besides, I doubt that our mutual Lord would enjoy having his favorite world destroyed. The evil in that world alone can supply at least ten percent of our power. It simply shall not come to pass.”
“Very well Master,” the Alsteir said relieved, “I shall see this through. I am sorry for intruding upon your time.”
“Think nothing of it; simply do your duty as I have outlined it. Farewell my servant.”
Alsteir sent his mind back across the universes into his corporal form and looked back through Jack’s eyes once more and if he had had eyes he would have blinked in surprise. Jack was battling within a church of the Holy One. He felt Jack’s skin absorb the holy aura of the place and start to dissipate.
“Why have you come here Jack?” Alsteir asked in surprise.
“Ah demon, you have returned to me. I no not why I left the safety of the streets, but something in the back of my mind told me to come here and to end it all from here.” Jack said calmly.
“He even talks like I do now,” Alsteir thought, “no matter though. I will do as my Master instructed and regain my free reign of this haunting.”
“Well Jack I do suppose this is as good a place as any to channel our power from. You need only desecrate it so that we can avoid harm from the Holy One’s aura.”
“Your ‘God’, ‘Allah’, and all of those false names.”
“I see, well I am working on the desecration right now, I have killed six soldiers in here and in your absence from my mind I have killed and absorbed a total of seven hundred thirty nine souls. Is that enough?”
“It should be once the aura is gone, now cover the cross in the back with the blood of your victims and simply crush most else in here. How long was I gone?”
“About five hours, or so. I’ve been busy.”
“I’ll leave you to do what you must. I have things to think about.”
“Well remember to come back, I’ll need you for the spell.”
Jack bent down to the mangled corpses of the former soldiers and cut their throats. The blood oozed out of the wound slowly without a beating heart letting it pump freely, but it was enough. Jack rubbed the sticky liquid on the cross before setting it aflame. He turned towards the benches, altar, and windows and sent a burst of hellfire to destroy it all.
More soldiers were encircling the church, but that was not his concern. Jack forced the change into Alsteir’s natural form and raised his robed arms to the sky.
“Its time demon,” Jack thought, “now grant me your power so that I might destroy this wretched vermin filled world.”
“Please, call me Alsteir,” Alsteir thought back, “Take what you need and be quick about it, we will need to teleport across worlds if we are to escape the blast radius. Keep that in mind.”
“I will.” Jack thought back sharply.
Jack lifted himself up to the ceiling of the church and called upon the very inferno of Hell and summoned all of his misguided hate and rage and channeled it into his power. He drew on Alsteir’s innate power and felt a strange reluctance coming from the demon.
“Something is on your mind Alsteir; you aren’t giving me enough energy. We are in this together now.”
“Nay child,” Alsteir thought back, “it is you who must do this and sadly you cannot be allowed to do so. I am ending this union now.”
With that Alsteir shut the floodgates in his mind that contained his power and energy. Jack trembled with rage, his hate had multiplied tenfold. This demon, this wretched creature from Hell had deceived him and was leaving him on his own. Alsteir was all he had left and now even he had abandoned him.
“Fine!” Jack screamed in rage, “If I can’t have your power freely then I’ll just have to take it you miserable piece of shit!”
Jack hurled all of his hate, pain, rage, and soul into a metal barrage on Alsteir’s mind and in those first few seconds of his enraged mental assault, he felt Alsteir’s mind barrier faltering. He continued his assault, hurtling all of his emotions and strength in mind numbing blows, again and again.
“I believe the Master might have miscalculated,” Alsteir thought as his defenses failed one by one, “I am actually losing a battle of wills with this child. I can only hope he does not destroy me in entirety at this point.”
With that Alsteir retreated deep into his mind and stored his most valuable memories and personality in his instincts and other deep parts of his subconscious. He let his mental barrier diminish until no resistance remained and he felt Jack take control of their internal powers. He began to lose consciousness and succumbed willingly, taking faith in his hidden packets of mental energy.
Jack felt his adversary’s defeat and then without a second’s hesitation, began to draw on Alsteir’s powers and even his essence itself. He gathered his strength and let it be channeled through him to open a portal to Hell and summoned a huge amount of hellfire which he transported to the center of the earth. He sent more and more power into Hell to draw forth its infernal power and could feel his power dwindling and he had run out of Alsteir’s essence. Jack did the only possible thing open to him and lent the spell portions of his own life energy and at last, he began to see results.
The ground was beginning to glow and almost pulse as the earth’s mantel came to the surface causing earthquakes and drastic weather changes. The molten rock of the mantel was heating up the ground all around the world and the oceans were beginning to wither away as more and more water evaporated. Jack directed the magma to flow in a substantial amount to his location and saw instant results. The tile floor of the church was melting as the temperature rose up in the church. The wooden benches combusted and the cross behind Jack began to melt, dripping large portions of the holy symbol onto the floor below Jack.
Jack still felt that he hadn’t enough power to fulfill his vision of the world aflame and then allowed the spell to draw on part of his tainted soul and felt the extreme agony welling within his chest and head. This gave him even more hate, pain, and anger and Jack channeled these extra emotions into his spell, and then saw in his mind’s eye, the magma rushing to the surface, instantly turning the soldiers in New York to ash, the sands of deserts around the world turning to glass before being enveloped in the lava, buildings tumbled down, children cried out in horror as the lava burst through the ground of their homes, and the trees and other foliage burst into flame.
“Now as the world burns around me I must leave before I succumb to the flames myself,” Jack thought hurriedly, “but I don’t have enough power to teleport to another universe without using my own soul. I have already drawn too much and could be lost to Oblivion if I don’t use the exact amount of power. Though if I stay, I will die by the hellfires and be brought back to Hell where I spent my last thirteen years in torment. Any fate is better then that.”
Jack now cast his second spell and this time used his soul for all of the energy. He created a rift through worlds and leapt into it, not bothering to choose a destination and let the spell use him as necessary. How he had been wrong in expecting a better fate! He was dragged across space and time, following his life’s energy in an eternity of black nothingness.
Jack was left hurtling in the Void between worlds, left to his own thoughts and devices for an untold amount of time. He was aware of every second as his soul was slowly consumed by demonic magic and he could only have imagined the torment as a human. This was a state beyond mortal agony, pain, and other functions of the brain. This was penance.