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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 22, 2010 3:05:25 GMT
Brendan had spent the last few days lying in bed, his brother Braxton bringing him the information he so dearly needed. And after much tracking he had found the one person he needed.
Pulling himself out of bed, he made his way to his car, slowly but surely. Nothing was stopping him this time. Tomorrow might be too late and he wasnt willing to wait that long, take that risky gamble. He shoved his keys in the ignition, the engine roaring to life. He pulled out of the parking lot and made his way into Henton, where he stopped occasionally to check the crudely drawn map his brother had made for him. Finding the shop he needed, he climbed out of his parked car, pulling himself into the shop, pain etched onto his face and his breath coming short and quick.
"I need you.." He whispered, leaning against the counter with all his weight. "I dont care what it takes, what I have to pay you or how you want to be repaid, I need your help..."
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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Jan 22, 2010 3:19:21 GMT
Grace looked at him in shock and horror, lifting herself up from her seat. She's heard reports that the possessions were getting worse, some more obvious than she had ever seen before, but Brendan's reaction still filled her with fear. "Uh-" she stopped herself, blinking several times as she calmed herself down. "Come," she said, taking his wrist and holding onto the pendant in her pocket, closing her eyes.
She held him as the sudden change of having nothing to lean against took affect, clicking her fingers as the place illuminated. It was a large crowded room filled with boxes stacked into twisting corridors. "Melville, get down to the shop floor," she ordered the man sitting on one of the seats. The man quickly moved, and Grace lead the body into his seat, letting him rest. "Don't worry, we're only upstairs. I figured you couldn't take stairs." she said, her words filled with cooling urgency. "Now, what did you want?" she asked.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 22, 2010 3:29:51 GMT
Brendan shook his head, pulling himself from the seat and leaning against a box on the floor, clutching his waist. So much pain.. But was it worth it?
"Diane.." He mumbled, squeezing his eyes closed as the pain took control of his body. "She.. Theres something inside her.. A-and she needs it out.. I.. please help her.. Y-you dont understand.. How bad I n-need her.. S-she.. I promised her I would help h-her.."
Just mumbling those few, stammered words took away his breath, made his chest heaving and made the task of breathing nearly impossible. He didnt know how much more of this 'talking' thing he could do. The one thing he was best at was a workout to him now. He shook his head, starting to cough.
"Please.. just help Diane.."
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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Jan 22, 2010 3:38:17 GMT
Grace looked at him in concern, moving to his side and tentatively putting her hand on his shoulder, "Diane?" she asked, "As in Diane McLain?" she repeated, gritting her teeth as she pulled her hair back, looking around herself. "Why is it always that girl...?" She turned back to Brendan. She needed answers; lots more answers, but she knew that he couldn't take any more of this.
"Hang on...." she said under her breath, as she held onto her pendulum once more, bringing it out of her pocket and letting it run in circles over his chest. It gave him a small amount of her strength, but she knew it wouldn't be nearly enough to support him, nor would it be any substitute to rest.
She struggled with remembering his name for a moment, but quickly remembered, "Brendan, Brendan I'm going to cast a psychic spell on you that will let me see all that you know about Diane, alright? It will help me help her. I need your permission, though." she said, knowing that most would have taken the memories without blinking, but Grace had always been weak at Psychics, and if he introduced just one barrier she would be near-useless.
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 22, 2010 3:54:23 GMT
Brendan nodded, knowing that he would rather some strange woman not know the details of his and Diane's private life. But he couldnt help what she did or didnt see. And if it saved Diane's life, he wouldnt care. He would undergo any sort of torture imaginable if it saved her.
"What I really know about her could fit on the head of a pin, Ma'am." He murmured, wondering in the back of his mind where the guy had gone who was here earlier. Odd things were happening and he didnt really mind them. They were becoming intruiging to him. Something about the impossible becoming possible made him wonder what could actually happen that he wasnt aware of.
"And, Ma'am...?" He murmured, his breath catching in his throat. He raised a hand, then lowered it. "Uhm.. I have a question..."
DONT YOU ASK! DONT YOU DO IT, BOY!
Shut up and enjoy the ride...
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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Jan 22, 2010 4:05:31 GMT
Grace lifted her head up quickly at the brother's words, though turned away quickly, pretending that she had not heard. She wanted to save Brendan, to get rid of the thing that was inside him that she could feel so strongly, but she knew she had to get her priorities straight. "Well, together I guess we'll make two pinheads, which is better than nothing..." she said, her voice trying to be controlled as she wrapped the chain around her hand, putting the tip of the pendulum's crystal onto Brendan's head.
She saw the moment that he had realised, the fight that Diane had fought to stop herself from hurting her boyfriend, felt all three people that were in the room at that point. She pulled away, knowing everything. "That's... that's a strong demon. If that was only a few days ago, then the bonding must be complete in only a week or so... You were right to come to me when you did," she told him, nodding as she pulled herself off the ground, looking around the warehouse and in occasional boxes.
"I've fought spirits before, but demons... they are tougher," she said, pulling out some candles and empty bottles. "Generally, while a spirit controls a body, a demon with merge with their shell, unleashing their darkest thoughts until its unclear where one begins and the other ends," she said, frowning as she pulled out a crossbow, but deciding to quickly put it back. "It also means that its easier for the body to fight than the outside world, assuming the person can find someone they have no ill feelings for - which is harder than you would imagine."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 22, 2010 4:16:02 GMT
Brendan tried to stand, then realized he couldnt. This whole moving around thing was really beginning to wear him out. He should have listened to the doctor and stayed in bed, but he couldnt rest knowing something was wrong with Diane. Thoughts just would stop running through his mind while he knew Diane was hurt and alone somewhere with that monster. And the thoughts -accompanied by his brothers screaming- made a great concoction to keep away the sleep he needed to badly to recover from this mess.
You deserve to be down on that dusty floor ALONE. Forever. You know you do. You worthless piece of trash...
He sighed and laid against the boxes. He knew he shouldnt ask, knew his brother would do something to hurt him like he always did, but he didnt care. He didnt know how much more of the screaming he could take. "C-can you get my brother out of my body?.. I know it sounds ridiculous but hes in my body, screaming at me... "
Whyd you ask?! Huh?! Why?! Didnt I tell you not to?! Youre going to hell in a handbasket, my boy. IN A HANDBASKET!
Brendan sighed and put his hands to his ears to try and drown out the screams. "Stop it... just stop it..."
NEVER! NEVER, DO YOU HEAR ME?! YOURE STUCK WITH ME FOREVER! SEE IF YOURE NOT! ILL TEAR YOU TO SHREADS ONCE YOU GET HOME! IF I CAN EVEN CONTAIN MYSELF TIL THEN! YOURE IN FOR IT!
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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Jan 22, 2010 4:24:29 GMT
Grace frowned at the brother's spirit, before running over to another box. She heard every word he said clearly, as she had been able to through her years of training with such dark magic. In Grace's hand was a small black whistle, as she pressed her lips to it and blew, no sound came out. At least to the living. To the dead, the whistle was shrill and mind-numbingly loud. She smiled to herself, taking another one out of the box and throwing it to Brendan. "It's on the house." she told him. "Whistle it whenever you want him to shut up," she said. "It's not a permanent solution, but I swear as soon as this possession is over then I will get you your exorcism," she promised.
"Now," Grace said, looking through her things for the problem with Diane. "Do you know anyone other than yourself that Diane genuinely is friends with?"
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 22, 2010 4:31:26 GMT
Brendan shook his head. She had never mentioned many friends. Other than the encounter that had bombed with the guy, she hadnt really made an effort to introduce him to her friends. Nor did he her.
"Theres a guy, but its kind of a love-hate thing.. I think it would make matters worse... Much worse." He slipped the whistle onto his chain. "She said she had a brother and a friend who died.. And..."
He wracked his brain trying to think of someone she might know, someone she might be friends with. But he came up with nothing. He didnt know if she knew Kit, or anyone else. "Theres my twin.. But she doesnt know him well... Oh gosh..."
He ran a hand through his thin black hair. Diane needed his help and he was useless to her now...
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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Jan 22, 2010 4:42:00 GMT
Grace nodded, suspecting she knew who the love/hate cycle was with, but saying nothing about it. "Do you have any access to her phone, facebook, emails...?" she asked, knowing it was probably a dead end. "Tell..... Braxton to be available as soon as we're ready."
She shook her head. "Hopefully it will be alright with just yourself. She made a very strong effort to protect you before, and the fact that the spirit hasn't returned goes to show that she's afraid of your affect on Diane." she sighed, knowing that it may need some translation, "She loves you, and she would never hurt you. Its strong, but we'll have to act quickly if that's all we have."
She sighed, putting down her collection of things on the table in front of her. "It will take a few hours to prepare the potions and spells, and then a while to find her, particularly when the demon has the upper hand." she told him, "You can stay here and rest, or I can teleport you back to your room until we're ready."
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Post by Brendan Reid on Jan 22, 2010 4:55:14 GMT
Brendan shook his head, not wanting to leave, but not wanting to be there either. He couldnt take the chance that something happen. And he would be alot easier to get ahold of if he was up here in the attic. He knew if he fell asleep in his bed, he would never get back up, never open his eyes to the world again. If he went home, he would give up.
"S-she broke her phone when they rushed me to the emergancy room.. I could always go to the mall and ask them about it. Although I doubt they would have saved the SIMs card.." He handed the woman his phone, entirely too tired to call his brother himself. His hand shook as he held out the small device, simply a touchscreen, not buttons at all.
"Tell Brax where Im at.. and to get here fast.." He mumbled as he laid his head down on the dusty floor and fell quickly.
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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Jan 22, 2010 5:00:56 GMT
Grace took the phone lightly, sighing as she lifted her hand gently, Brendan's body lifting up while still lying down, as she placed him softly down on the lumpy sofa. "The dust on the floor won't be good for you." she explained quickly, while her fingers sped across the buttons, finding it difficult to operate since she was so unused to technology, particularly something so modern.
Finally the number began to ring, "Hello, is this Braxton? Hi, its Grace, you're brother is down by the shop in Henton and is needing you to come by here as quickly as possible..." she said, listening intently for his response.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 22, 2010 5:09:46 GMT
Braxton was taking a nap in his dorm, Mathews heavy dog Sara's head lying on his chest. He groped for the phone on the nightstand, pressing the answer button.
"Mmm.. Braxton..." He murmured groggilly, wondering why he brother would be calling him. "Grace?... Brendan?... Ill be right there..."
He patted Sara on the head, the dog moving lazily to the side as he climbed out of bed and put on a shirt, grabbing his keys as he rushed out the door. Sara whined, looking at Braxton with her wide doggy eyes. "Sorry, Sara. You have to stay home and wait for daddy..."
He closed the door quietly and made his way down to Henton, surprised his driving wasnt awful as groggy as he was.
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Post by Grace Claudia-Jackson on Jan 22, 2010 5:18:03 GMT
Grace began crafting her potions, trying to concentrate on the job at hand as fast and thoroughly as she could manage, though her head felt like it was filled with cotton wool. This was getting out of hand; she had assumed once she'd quit then the proper services would have taken over, that the school would be free. But nothing ever seemed to go as planned.
"Grace!" came a gruff voice from downstairs.
Grace rolled her eyes at the loudness of his voice, putting down the vials and climbing down the stairs. "Melville, Brendan's asleep." she scorned him quickly, before seeing that Braxton had made his way to the shop. "Ah, Braxton. I take it you'll probably have some idea why you're here." she said, folding her arms and hoping she was right in this assumption.
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Post by Braxton Reid on Jan 22, 2010 5:24:54 GMT
Braxton wrung his hands in his shirt, nodding his head gently. He knew why he was here alright. But if everything would go as planned was beyond him. Anything that seemed to involve Brendan and Braxton seemed to crumbled to pieces. Their plans never worked. Sometimes Braxton thought they were the most unlucky people on the planet.
"Youre going to make her okay, arent you? H-He just cant take anymore of this.. Its killing Bren inside... He really loves her. Really, Really loves Diane..." He rambled, looking down at his feet, then around the room. The place was quaint enough, not quite as he expected, but nice.
"A-anything I can help with? There a reason Im here?" He asked, looking at the woman for the first time.
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