Demonic

Chapter 3

The breeze is cool and crisp. Thick fog hanging in the air. Moonlight shines through the gaps like the suns rays piercing clouds, illuminating gravestones.

How interesting...

I sense Dem's presence behind me, as cold as any breeze.

"This looks fun," he quips.

I nod my head in agreement when voices drift on the wind.

"This is a terrible idea."

My ears snap to attention at a young males voice. Dems gives me a shrug and follows the sound.

"Rick, grow some bloody balls, would ya?"

"Fuck off," a boy spits, "If I die I'm haunting you, you bastard."

"Guys," another buts in, "no swearing, I'm recording this."

Sight piercing through fog, a boy comes to view, holding up his phone and wiggling it.

"So?"Rick says.

The boy holding the phone roles his eyes. My feet don't dare to make a sound on the dirt pathway as we approach three boys. Like pigeons, they huddle together, oblivious to the two entities that stand no more than a few meters away. Slight fear radiates off them and I bath in it like a spa.

Dem bangs his knee against a gravestone.

"Shit."

"There's a gravestone there."

"Wow, thank you for your helpful advise. I never would have guessed," Dem says flatly.

I give him a sweet smile, "No problem."

"Fuck, guys did you just see that?" The boy with the phone flicks the lens towards us, "I swear that gravestone just moved."

"You're being paranoid," the human across from Rick replies. It's a nice thought but it lacks the confidence.

His eyes are a pretty shade of blue like someone has implanted a piece of sky inside them.

With a frown, phone boy ignores us. A predator, my muscles tense in readiness to spring, chest tightening in excitement.

The boys fumble and squint. A puny phone light barley helpful.

"So remind me what the fuck we're actually doing here," Rick asks.

The blue eyed boy gives him an exasperated look, "It's Friday the Thirteenth," he says, "What better way to spend the night than in an old graveyard?" Rick looks like he wants nothing more than to leave.

Phone boy slaps him on the back, "Come on. It'll be fun." He shoves the camera in Ricks face.

The blue eyed boy chuckles before he wheezes and splatters. He coughs a moth out of his mouth, wiping his tongue on his shirt.

"Shit, a bug just flew in mouth," he spits.

I can't help but laugh and Dem snorts.

"Did you hear that?" Rick says, "I swear I just heard laughing."

"Stop scaring yourself," phone boy scolds.

Rick shakes his head, "I'm leaving."

He turns leaving the other two boys but Demtorious has other plans.

He focuses his power around him, slowly becoming visible to the human eye

Their faces go ashen and I think Rick is having a heart attack because I can no longer hear a beat.