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Chapter 4: John Joins Amy

John hung up the phone on the small table, hoping that Amy would call back and forgive him. He was upset and ashamed of trying to rip her off. She was going through some hard times, and she needed all of the money that she could get. He walked back to the kitchen, and continued slicing an onion for his casserole. He looked out into the living room mindlessly, looking at the couch facing away from him and the small table to the immediate right of it. The front door to the left of that, and the sliding glass door to the right. John poured the onions into the casserole and let it cook as he went down the hall and into the last room on the left. He jumped out onto the bed and gently slammed a pillow over his face. He had the timer on in the kitchen, so he would be woken up when his dinner was done. He was just about asleep when the phone began to ring. It took him by surprise, and he shot up, sending the pillow flying.

"This figures. Right when I'm on the brink of falling asleep," John mumbled as he walked down the hall to the phone. He picked it up tiredly. "Hello?" John asked as he put the phone to his ear.

"Hello John," said a voice. It was one that John had never heard before. It was dark and raspy.

"Uh, hello? Who is this?" John asked sleepily into the phone. 'It must just be a coincidence,' John thought to himself, assuming that someone had the wrong number.

"I am calling for Amy," it said. John was fully awake now, and he was a bit surprised.

"Wait, how do you know about Amy?" John asked. This couldn't be a coincidence. There was just no way.

"Amy will be over in a short while, John," the voice said again. Something in the back of his head told John that something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Answer my questions! Who are you?! How do you know about Amy?!" John yelled. He was starting to sweat. He didn't know who this was, but he could sense an evil force, almost as if it was coming from this...creatures voice. There was a long pause before it answered.

"Good bye, John," it said. John was nervous. He didn't want this...thing to hang up! He wanted answers, and he wanted them now!

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT AND WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!" John yelled into the phone. His only response was a click. John was really sweaty now. 'All I need is a nice cold shower,' John thought to himself as he set the phone down and quickly walked down the hall and went to that bathroom at the very end. He turned on the cold water, got undressed, and hoped in, letting the cold water splash against his body.

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Shadow hung up the phone in the booth, a wide, sinister grin on his face. 'That was perfect. He's all tensed up and ready of me,' the demon thought as he exited the phone booth and walked down the street on all fours. He turned the corner and John's house came into view. "Target located," Shadow said with a snicker as he ran up to John's house. "Let the fun begin."

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John walked out of the bathroom wearing a towel around his waist and a few droplets of water running down his chest, feeling somewhat relaxed and refreshed. He turned right, into the room he was in before, and began to get dressed. He slipped the tank top over his head just as the stove timer began to go off. John quick-walked down the hall to the kitchen and turned the timer and the stove off. He poured his casserole into a bowl and began to eat in the living room. As he raise the fifth spoonful of casserole to his mouth, he heard a rustling outside the window. He looked in that general direction, set the bowl down, got up from the couch, and walked over to the window. The curtains were closed, and John could not yet see what awaited him on the other side. He grabbed the curtains and threw them open to look outside the window. His eyes widened, and he stumbled over as he ran backwards, trying to get as far away from the window as possible. The window was covered in bloody hand prints, but it didn't look like a human's hand. It looked like a paw. A paw with long claws. John quickly went over to the window and roughly closed the curtains. He cautiously walk back to his dinner, not taking his wide eyes off of the curtain. He sat back down, eyes still glued to the curtain, and took a bite. He immediately spat it out. It tasted horribly different. He looked down and shot up to his feet. His casserole was no longer in the bowl, but in it's place was an unholy type of soup, filled with blood, eyes, pieces of skin, teeth, and other small body parts. John didn't even want to touch it.

"What the hell's going on here?" he asked to no one in particular, panting heavily, still looking at the soup in the bowl. His head shot to the right, towards the sliding glass door, when he heard the sound of Rascal, his golden retriever. He was barking at something outside. John could see him through the glass. Rascal was barking at something, something that John couldn't see. He would bark at it, move back in fear, and bark some more. When he was out of view behind the wall of the house, his barks turned into whines. Soon, there were no barks at all, and soon...there was nothing. John was getting a little scared. Something wrong was going on. Very wrong. He slowly walked over to the window, and peered outside. His face was five inches from the glass, and he was trying to see through the pitch black night. Rascals disembodied head was suddenly smacked against the window. His eyes were gone, replaced with nothing more than pools of blood. His tongue was hanging out, and his teeth were missing. John jumped back with a hand over his mouth, and his eyes were as wide as dinner plates. Rascals bloody head slowly slid to the ground, revealing more terror outside. Out in the middle of the grassy backyard, John could see Rascal's body, and a dark figure was hunched over it. It was violently ripping the body to shreds, and sometimes it brought some of the dog meat up to it's face, as if it was eating it. John closed the curtains that were to cover up the sliding glass door as quickly as possible. We backed away, panting at his current predicament. There was the sound of glass shattering in the back bedroom. His bedroom. He carefully walked down the hall, fearful that something would lunge out at him. He peered into his bedroom and gasped. All over the walls and ceiling, there were crude pictures of people getting mutilated by one another. They were like stick figures, and they were all drawn in blood. Some of them were getting stabbed, some beheaded, some disemboweled, and so on and so forth. He heard a voice in his head. It filled him with fear, and made the hairs on his neck stand up.

"How do you want to die, John?" it said to him. As if he was possessed, John walked over to a picture by the broken window. He touched it, and backed away. It was a picture of a man getting stabbed in the stomach with a machete.

"I love performing that one. Excellent choice," said a voice from behind him. John whipped around to see a small, black, red, and gray dog like creature, standing on its hind legs. It had its arms behind its back.

"What form of forsaken being are you?" John asked with a hint of fear in his voice.

"You may either call me 086 or Shadow," Shadow said to John.

"Shadow? Are you some sort of...dog or something?" John asked. He was amazed at this thing before him.

"I am the Master of the Blade, the Son of the Devil, and the King of Death. And I am here for you, John," Shadow said calmly. Without warning, Shadow leaped towards John, latching onto his face and began to cut him with his claws. John struggled, grabbing on to Shadow and trying to pull him off of his face. He finally got the demon off, throwing him into the wall. Shadow hit hard, and slid down the wall. Before he even got to the floor, John had ran out of the room, closed the door, and locked it from the outside. John ran to the phone as fast as he could. He picked it up, and frantically dialed 9-1-1.

"Hello? 9-1-1 emergence? My name is John Jackson, and I have this weird, demonic little dog thing in my house. I-" he was cut off by a banging on the door to his room. John stared down the hall, and dropped the phone, forgetting that he had it in his hand. The banging got louder, and louder, before it stopped entirely. John was about to got down and investigate when a large axe head burst through the door itself. Shadow, jumped out of the hole he had just made, and ran towards John. John turned around and ran. He threw the front door open and ran down the street, trying to get as far away from the evil thing as possible. He stopped at the intersection to catch his breathe, looking back to see if Shadow was there. He was nowhere to be seen. John closed his eyes and panted heavily, when he felt a horrible pain shot up his right arm. He looked down to see the end of a machete stuck in it, and Shadow holding the handle. John kicked him aside and ran again, holding his arm as he ran, making him slightly slower. Every so often, Shadow would get close enough to John and try to cut him in the back. When he occasionally did cut John, it was a but a scratch. John ran into the woods, hoping that he had lost the evil demon. He pushed branches and shrubs out of his way, and finally stopped about 100 meters in. He looked around, seeing nothing but trees and bushes. Suddenly, Shadow can falling down through the trees, machete raised above his head, and brought it down. John side stepped to the left, and the blade just barely missed him. John ran to the left, and after another 100 meters he saw the animal control center.

'I'll be safe there,' John thought as he looked behind him to see Shadow with the machete behind his back, ready to slash. John continued to run down the hill to the shelter, bursting through the door upon entry. The lady with the red hair jumped out of her seat. If seeing a dirty, limping man with scratches all over his person bursting through the door didn't startle you, then nothing would. John limped to the desk, and leaned on it.

"You gotta help me. I have this evil little dog-like thing chasing after me," John spat out as he looked out the window to see Shadow running down the hill.

"Sir, you need to calm down. There is no such thing as a-" she didn't get time to finish, because just as that was said, Shadow burst through the window. The lady screamed, but she was cut short by getting the blade of the machete thrust into her head, the sharp end pointed up. Shadow pulled the blade up through the top of her head, cutting it in half vertically, and getting showered in blood. He then turned to John, and plunged the machete into his stomach, the blade pointing upwards again. He pulled up, but instead of cutting John in half, he merely made a gigantic slash. In a flash of light, the machete was gone, and blood sprayed out of the giant cut in John's torso. Shadow reached into the fresh cut, grabbed hold of two of John's ribs, and pulled them out, breaking them off. John was screaming in pain the whole time, but he was silenced by the sharp ribs getting thrust into his throat.

"I knew you would be a challenge for me, John. And for that I thank you. Unfortunately, you cannot be spared," Shadow said with a grin. His face then turned to one of disappointment. "Oops. I forgot to bring Amy. Oh well. It's no matter," he said looking up and looking down the long hall of cages. He suddenly smiled an evil smile, and looked back at John. "How convenient! Here she is now," Shadow said with a chuckle as he used the ribs in John's throat to pull him off of the ground. He had fallen when Shadow reached into his torso. John looked down the hall, and his eyes widened. He say Amy, nude and dead. She was nailed to the wall by her hands and feet, as if crucified. Her face was one of pure shock and horror, and she had a horizontal cut in her stomach area, but her stomach was got. There was a huge lump in her throat. John assumed that that was were her stomach was. This sight of evil was the very last thing John saw before his world went black. The very last thing he heard, was Shadow's whispered voice. "Look for me in hell, my friend," he said. After that, John died.

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Shadow dropped John's dead body to the ground. He was pleased with his work, and was about to leave. He stopped and turned around when her heard a sound from the end of the hall. It sounded like a door was opening, and he heard a lady's voice.

"Daniel, what's going on out-OH MY GOD!!!" she said as she saw Amy's body on the wall. She came into view, and she had a gun that looked like roger. She turned around, and saw Shadow, standing at the end of the hall. She looked exactly like the red haired woman he had just killed, down to the very last detail. She looked at the ground in his direction, obviously looking at the dead woman's body. She let out a small squeal of fear, and looked at Shadow with wide eyes. Shadow merely started back at her with an emotionless face.

"You...you killed them," she said with a hint of fear in her voice. Shadow merely smiled.

"That I did. And now, it's you turn," he said before he leapt over the counter and ran towards her. She quickly raised the gun and fired. The weird thing was that there was no bang. Just a small whistling sound. Shadow felt a stabbing pain in his neck, and felt in the area where the pain originated. Instead of feeling a hole, there was something protruding out of his neck. He grabbed it and pulled it out, recognizing it as a dart. Shadow suddenly felt tired. More tired than he ever had in his whole life. He drooped the dart and fell to his knees. He fell forward from there, and went into a deep sleep.

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The lady just stared at him in shock as he lie on the ground. She looked around from left to right, and then went to her room in the back to put the tranquilizer gun back on the mount on the wall. She then hurried back to Shadow and dragged him into a cage. The most secure cage in the whole shelter, to be exact. She closed the cage and locked all five locks on it. She then went back to her room to get ready for bed. She slept at the shelter, and she shared the room with her cousin. The same cousin that was now lying dead on the ground.

'I'll call the police tomorrow,' she thought to herself as she got ready for bed. She went over to turn off the light, but just as an after though, she went back to the wall and grabbed the gun. She put the gun next to her bed on the floor, and went over to the wall and turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness.

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