by Michael Brumfield

Created on: April 21, 2008

John sat in despair holding his head in his hands as he watched the tears from his eyes fall to the floor. A small puddle had formed between his feet and ripples ran to its edges with every new tear that added to its mass. John had not cried in what seemed to him like forever and couldn't for the life of him remember what it was that he last cried about. The misery that now had hold of him wouldn't allow him to think about anything for very long without bringing his thoughts back to horrific sight that he had come upon on that dark dusty road.

"I never would have gone for a country drive if I had known that all of this was going to happen." John thought to himself as he wiped his eyes and shook his head trying desperately to shake the images from behind his eyes. John was still in his mind divided on weather or not he had actually seen what he thought he had. "I know that was a demon standing behind that burning lump of flesh that I'm responsible for bringing here. It couldn't have been a demon, it must have been a deer or something and my eyes were playing tricks on me."

No matter how many times his mind jumped from one explanation to another none seemed feasible to John. It was like something straight out of Sunday school for him with the long tail, the horns protruding out of it's skull, the cloved feet, and the sharp claws jutting from the things finger tips. John couldn't say for sure that what he had seen was a demon but he sure as hell knew that it was in no way shape or form a deer.

John continued to debate this in his head sitting in the hospital. He didn't even know why he was still here in the hospital. The cops already took his statement and told him he could go and he didn't know the woman he had brought in, but for some reason John felt that he needed to know if the seared lump of flesh he had brought to the hospital was going to be okay.

John stood up to get a soda from the vending machine down the hall and stopped immediately upon looking into the small alcove across from his line of sight. There in front of him was the demon that he had seen in the middle of the road earlier that night. Flames danced in the massive beasts eyes as it grinned maliciously at John. It turned it's head slightly to the side as it motioned for him to come to the to it.

John couldn't imagine for what reason this creature had for wanting him or why he felt so compelled to go to it but both of these things were happening. He felt helpless as his feet drug him toward

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