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Demon Run
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And as the first host laid waste to the Nephilim, the fallen rose from the earth, clocked darkness. - The Book of the Nephilim
August 29, 2012
John opened his eyes slowly. Darkness surrounded him, except for a spot of light in front of him. The realization came to him that he was laying on his back in a pool of water that was just a few inches deep. The sound of dripping water echoed around him, indicating he was in a cavern of some kind. He attempted to move, but found he was unable to. To the best he could tell, he wasn’t strapped to anything, or tied, just his joints would not respond.
“The pact has been broken!” a female voice hissed from the darkness. It was harsh, as if the person had smoked for their entire life, and was suffering from throat cancer. “Division has been unleashed.”
“Division was banished!” a male voice retorted back. This one sounded smooth, as if it were attempting to be the negotiator.
“The guardian has been awakened.”This voice was male as well, but sounded older, and the voice was tired. “They have found one another again.”
“Impossible.” The female said with a hiss. She seemed to be agitated. “The guardian and the soul were never to be reunited. How did they find each other?”
“The Fallen has overstepped his bounds.” The old man sighed as he said it. “He has allowed the Division to be unleashed.”
“Does the guardian realize who he is?” The first male voice retorted. “Is there time to stop the events?”
As the voices talked, the light above him grew brighter. He felt the warmth, and wanted to reach for it.
“The guardian has awoken.” The female voice shouted, as the light increased faster. “The pact is broken. Division is lost.”.
John felt something grab him, and he could feel his body being lifted out of the water, and he felt as if he was being hugged by Jason. He sighed and let himself be lifted from the nightmare.
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Jason walked into the room and saw that John was sleeping. He took a deep breath as he looked at the machine and saw that his breathing and heart were back to normal. He swore that he had seen it flatline for a few moments, but the doctor said it was just a blimp in the feeds, and nothing to worry about.
He moved over to the chair next to bed and sat down. He watched John’s chest move up and down, and he smiled. He wasn’t sure why but he felt a deep connection to John, and he couldn’t bear anything happening to him.
“Division…” John whispered, as he adjusted himself in the bed, but did not wake.
Division? Jason frowned. That was the word used in the diary. Was John just repeating what he had read in the book? He shook his head, and turned his attention to a book he had brought to read.
“How's the love bird?” Sam asked, walking into the room.
John put the book down and smiled. He hated waiting in hospital rooms alone, waiting for something to happen. One of two things would happen, and he preferred to not be alone.
“Alive.” Jason said, thinking about that flat line again. It caused him to go cold, even though the doctor said it was okay.
“I am talking about you.” Sam said, looking at John in the bed sleeping.
“I am fine.” Jason shook his head. He wished he knew why Sam disliked John so much. “I just wish I knew what was wrong with him.”
Sam walked over and sat on the other chair that was stationed against the window. “You don’t know much about him. Maybe this is an issue he has had in the past.”
Jason considered the implications of the comment. “Possible. But he was scared of what was happening, which tells me he never had this happen to him before.”
They sat in silence for a bit. Sam was watching the activity outside the room through the window. An ambulance had arrived at the ER doors below them, and watched as they unloaded someone and rushed them into the hospital.
“Do you think he has schizophrenia?” Jason asked without taking his eyes off John.
“Why do you say that?” Sam turned and had a quizzical look on her face.
“He sees things that we cannot see.” Jason forced himself to look at Sam, but could feel his heart skip a beat. He wanted to turn and watch John. “The eyes, the light, the picture. He sees things.”
Sam leaned back in her chair and tilted her head, looking hard at Jason. The question intrigued her, and it could explain something about John. But not everything. “No.” She simply responded, and then turned her head back to the window.
Jason looked at her, and wanted more information, but she wasn’t going to give it. He turned his attention back to John. He glanced at the vitals, and sighed. They still looked strong, or at least the best he could tell. He had to touch him, to feel his skin against his.
He stood up and moved close to the bed. He couldn't resist it, he had to touch John. He reached over and put his hand on John’s forehead. He felt a warmth passing from his hand to John’s. He could feel John’s heartbeat, and it aligned with his. He could see John in a cave, laying in a puddle of water. He instinctively wanted to reach out and grab him and pull him to safety.
“What the hell?” Sam said softly under her breath. Where Jason’s hand touched John’s forehead a soft glow had appeared, and Jason was bathed in a soft blue light.
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And the first and second host waged war, one on another, brother versus brother. -The Book of Nephilim
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John again found himself opening his eyes, but this time he was greeted with the bright light of fluorescent bulbs. He could also hear the beeping of medical equipment in the background.
He tried to move, but he felt pain fill his entire body, and groaned.
“Welcome back to the land of the living.” a voice said off to his side. John turned as saw the doctor he had just seen. A wave of panic spread through John, and he looked around to see where Jason was. “You are perfectly safe.” the doctor smiled, and a row of sharp teeth appeared. “However, you did die.”
“What are you?” John asked softly.
“Most people are more concerned when they hear they died.” The doctor looked a bit confused, but shook his head. He was sitting in one of the chairs and had his leg crossed on top of the other, and he had both arms on the side of the chair. Whatever this thing was, he knew how to command a room.
“What are you?” John asked again, this time saying it louder.
The doctor looked at him with a grin on his face. He looked like he was sizing him up for something, but didn’t say anything.
“Are you a demon?” John asked. He wanted answers, and could feel anger growing inside of him.
“You. Died.” the doctor said slowly, with emphasis, and uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, coming close to John. “Does that not concern you?”
“Where is Jason?” John ignored the question asked. He didn’t want to think about death
“He went to get some clothes.” Derrick pursed his lips together. “He loves you.”
John opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He had been thinking about the fact that he was in love with Jason, but they had just met. He didn't want to come off as being clingy or desperate. After all, they had just met.
“Anyway,” the doctor stood up. “The pain will subside after a few minutes.” He checked his watch. “Maybe another thirty?”
“What are you?” John again asked. “What type of demon are you?”
“Oh.” the doctor laughed. “I am not a demon. But you must admit that my name can allude to that. I picked it for that reason.”
“So what are you?” John asked again. He was still sure this thing was going to kill him.
“We will have time for that later.” He walked over and grabbed his wrist, checking for the pulse. “You died. Jason saved you.”
“Is he the guardian?” John asked, thinking about the voice in his vision, or dream.
The doctor paused and glanced up from his watch. He had a playful look on his face, but behind it was a look of concern and, if John couldn’t tell any better, fear.
“How do you know about that?”
“This dream, or vision I had.” John smiled. “They said the guardian had been awakened, and that the fallen had interfered?”
The doctor’s fear and concern melted away, as if it were just a minor thought. “I don’t know.”
“And this division?” John seemed to know things that were of concern, and he wasn’t about to let this thing get away without finding out as much as he could.
The doctor's face grew dark, not just from the looks, but it seemed to fade into darkness, and his facial features were lost. “You will be fine. I am going to keep you for observation, but you will be fine. I will see you in the morning.” With that the doctor walked towards the door, and vanished into thin air.
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