A black haired boy sat on his bed, hunched over and flipping through one of his multiple books about rituals and other things. This one, however, touched a realm of darkness that Dwight had been too afraid to explore.

He knew it wasn't smart, but he was desperate and lonely and needed his brother.

The boy furrowed his brow, staring hard at the pages. There had to be something, anything, which could help Dwight.

Finally, he found it. The hunter jumped from the bed and ran to his cabinet, sweeping multiple ingredients and jars of questionable substances into his arms and dumping them unceremoniously on the floor.

Shoving aside his rug, Dwight gripped a can of black spray paint, drawing an ancient looking symbol onto his carpet. The hunter turned back to his various herbs and threw a few in the middle, reciting Latin devotedly from his book. Then, from his pile of stuff Dwight pulled a wicked looked knife and brought it slowly to the palm of his hand. Gritting his teeth, the boy pressed the knife against his skin, letting his blood trickle down his palm and onto the carpet. As the red hit the herbs, they sizzled dangerously, mocking the sound of a rattlesnake. Dwight's eyes grew wide and fearful as a wind whipped around the room, ruffling his clothes and whipping his hair about his head. Suddenly, Dwight was thrown back violently; back arched and limbs shaking uncontrollably.

"Dwight..?" Todd opened the door cautiously and peeked his head in. First, he saw his roommate collapsed on the floor.

Then he saw the blood.

The writer rushed to Dwight's side, kneeling next to him and grabbing his shoulders to try to stop his body's convulsing. "Dwight, calm down! Breathe!"

Dwight's eyes bulged in his head, then rolled back and he went limp.

The next thing Dwight knew he was in a hospital, hooked up to fancy machines with an IV in his arm.

In the chair beside his bed was a very stern looking Todd.

"Dwight, what have I told you about your rituals? Those are messy and dangerous and they aren't going to change anything!" Todd sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Look, are you ok?"

Dwight moved to pull out the IV.

But his arm didn't move with him.

He tried to say he was fine.

But his couldn't speak.

Instead he rolled his eyes and smirked at Todd. "I feel great."

That's when Dwight realized he wasn't alone.

So, I possessed Dwight. Well, not me..but...some other demon so...yep :)