Bunking With Satan

Chapter 1

A/N: It's Mars. I'm semi nervous about this but at the same time semi confident??? I don't fucking know, man. Just try your best to hang in there, my dudes.  I promise, it'll get easier for me to write in good quality once I get into the swing of the story. Enjoy the ride (hopefully).

Desiree's POV

The sound of cackling echoed throughout the hallway. I looked at the door at the end in exasperation and walk to the door briskly, knocking lightly. I can almost hear the maniacal grin in my brother's voice as he speaks, "Say the passcode, and you can come in."

I winced. "Please don't make me say that shit. We've been through this.

"I guess, whatever you wanted to see me about is useless, because I'm not gonna let you in. The passcode is the only way.

I groaned, lightly banging my head on his door. "Kel, please." Kel's voice lowers down to a menacing and icy tone.

"Do it. I wanna hear you say it. Or else I will leave this room and fucking end your days of seeing the light of day." At this, I glared at the door defiantly. I was done with this damnation of a living being constantly ruling over my life. My parents insisted on having him be my roommate, having some sort of ignorant notion that I would somehow influence him to become a better person. How could they not see that he was a lost cause? Could they not see the deranged gaze he gives to people? His constant scratchings marked across his body? His unhinged and spasmodic mannerisms that practically scream psychopath? He's too far gone into this, dare I say, "possession of evil," as if his sanity was swept from his feet and stolen away forever. The cause of his absence of sanity, I'm not sure. I should have just thrown him into the asylum when I got the chance. A shame that it closed down years ago. Now I'm trapped with him.

        Don't even get me started on calling the cops. See, we live in a neighborhood in somewhat close quarters with a military base, about 100 miles north of here. So, the houses built here are made to function as bomb shelters for when anything drastic were to occur. As well as the army supplying every civilian with a bullet proof vest. So no, he couldn't get shot if he keep his vest close to him. However, the police department has compromised in using taser guns, a new development that the military's scientists provided for the force. So, Kel could get shot with a taser gun, right?

Wrong.

Kel has the advantage of stealth, as well as the advantage of wielding his capacity to kill others with nothing but bare hands. They'd never see him coming, they wouldn't even be able aim their guns correctly, let alone see him before they get killed.

It's not like I could move to a different house either. He doesn't let me move away. He claims to be constantly watching me, and threatens to murder me. And there was no way that I'd abandon my parents either, they lived across the street from our apartment, because my father has a medical condition. I couldn't just leave him, without being of service to him, or providing any aid whatsoever. My parents had left on a 6 month long business trip, and it has been three months since I was left alone with him. I couldn't go, I couldn't leave.

I had to end him, it was the only way.

My grip tightened on the blade that was clasped behind my back, my teeth clenched as I glower at the door. "I'm not going to hail to your precious Satan, okay? Why won't you just let me come in?" At this point, I was ready to scream at him to open the door so I could finally end this...monstrosity, and to go on with my life.

A brief period of silence hangs over my head, the only sound to be heard was the clock on the wall ticking, with each second stabbing into my skull repeatedly. An eternal minute passed, before I heard the click at the door. His voice breaks the silence. "Come on in, Desiree. It's been quite a while since you've been in here."

His voice was oddly calm as he uttered those few, seemingly insignificant words. It was daunting. But not daunting enough for me to back out now. I'm a grown adult, fully capable of committing homicide without a problem. Then again, most adults wouldn't have to kill. Nonetheless, what had to be done would have to be done.

I slowly push the metal door, and it slowly creaks open. My eyes widen, and I am not able to utter a sound. The walls have red, blotchy handprints that give off the unmistakable stench of blood.  The centerpiece of the room displayed the satanic symbol drawn on the floor. The room had poor lighting, being illuminated only by a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Knives stuck into photographs on the wall. Amongst the photos was a picture of me circled in red marker, to my horror.

As for my brother, he was grinning at me with a deranged look infested in his eyes. His arms and legs were covered in large gashes and dried up blood, holding a bloody knife in his hand."So, I've been thinking. Little sister, you seem to be a great candidate for what I have planned."

My grip on my knife behind my back tightens, and I speak carefully. "What exactly would I be the candidate for?" A twisted smirk forms on Kel's face.

"The perfect sacrifice" he raises his knife up, "to Lord Lucifer. I must summon him, and I need the blood of the innocent. Now, aren't you the perfect source for that?"

I back away from him slowly."You sick fuck."

He steps toward me. We look at each other in silence for a few moments, my defiant and stubborn eyes locking with his dark, demented ones. He scoffed in annoyance."You've always been such a bother. Let's just end this."

Kel lunges towards me, grabbing my shoulder tightly, and stabs his knife at me, only to have me swiftly spin around to throw him off his balance, allowing me to wrap my arms around his back and flip him over. He lets out a raspy grunt in pain while attempting to stand up. I take his shoulders and slam them to the ground, pinning him down. I sit on top of him on my knees to ensure that he wouldn't escape. I use this opportunity to raise my knife and stab his chest. 

He wails in pain, collapsing with a loud thump onto the ground. I dig the knife further into his chest, and then remove it from his chest in order for the blood to escape his body. His screams rang out through the apartment, as he griped at his hair and tore at it. His body starts twitching, and I watch the dying form gasp out his last breath.

My breaths were heavy, as I held the knife up victoriously. I killed him. I had finally gotten rid of him. I looked down at his crippled body, feeling a slight pang of guilt. But that's what came with killing people, I suppose. Or at least, that's how I saw it. The inevitability of death always haunted me, but causing such things on someone else...

My mildly existential thoughts were abruptly interrupted, when I see my brother's body vanish into thin air. The remains of my brother's blood started spreading to all sides of the symbol that he had previously drawn on the floor. The blood turns a purple-red and seep into the lines of the symbol.

All I could do was stare.  What was happening? I racked my brains, trying to make sense of what was going on, and the blood on the symbol definitely did not bode well in my assumptions. All of a sudden, the symbol started glowing, and a tall silhouette appeared in a puff of smoke. I couldn't see them clearly through the smoke screen. A deep voice cuts through the silence.

"All right, who the fuck summoned me?"

Well that was painful. And surprisingly short. I'll be sure to make them longer in the future (I Promise). aNYWAYS, FEEL FREE TO COMMENT VOTE AND CRITIQUE. I'll take constructive criticism as long as you're being respectful and helpful and all that jazz.