Apologies for this being such a short chapter, I'll make it up to you all with chapter 7 though (In length and I'm bringing a character you may or may not like into it)

Anyway, enjoy 6 xx

Chapter six

He comes to in the living room of the flat, the tv is on in the background, he is lay on the sofa, a blanket draped over him, his feet feel tight and cramped and his skin feels hot and sticky. He looks round, no one is watching the television, Naboo is sat on the floor with the brown book in his lap, he hadn't noticed Vince had woken up.

Vince glances down towards his feet and wiggles them slowly; both are bandaged heavily restricting most movement from his toes. He shifts and tries to sit up; he peers towards the kitchen and sees someone making something by the oven, he rolls onto his side to get a better view but dizziness overcomes him sending him off the sofa and onto the carpet. He bangs his head on the floor as he lands gaining the attention of his friends, he props himself up on his elbows, his eyes screwed shut tightly, he clutches at his forehead with one hand, let's a moan of pain escape his lips then tries to get up off the floor.

"Why am I here?" He asks quickly as he feels hands snake under his arms, he is pulled up onto the sofa and flops back letting his throbbing head rest on the cushions.

"You went for a run." Naboo offers shutting his book and laying it on the coffee table, Vince stares at it and seems to edge away slightly.

"I don't run."

"You do now apparently." Naboo stands with his hands on his hips then drops them, his face twisting into a softer expression and joins Vince on the sofa, Howard sits on the arm of the chair while Bollo can be heard snoring in another room.

"What did I do?"

"You tell us." Vince bites his lip in thought, nothing comes to mind, everything is a total blank from when he was lay in bed until when he woke up on the sofa.

"I don't remember anything."

"We found you outside unconscious on the floor." Howard helps but still his friend can't remember any of it.

"How long have I been out?"

"A good few hours."

"How do you feel?" Naboo asks as he shuffles forward in his seat and re-opens the book on the table, Vince stares at it with a look of disgust on his face.

"Headache. My feet hurt a lot. I can taste sick." Naboo casts him a look of either distaste or confusion then looks from his friend to the book.

"What don't you like about this book?" Vince's eyes flick to the Shaman's who picks up the book making the mod shuffle away slightly, suddenly he chucks the book at Vince who jumps up letting it fall onto the sofa.

"Keep it away!" He hisses inhumanly making Naboo stand along with Howard.

"Who are you?" The Shaman picks the book up and Vince backs away towards the wall. He doesn't reply so Naboo progresses on him until Vince has his back against the wall with the book pressed firmly on his chest, he screams and flails about in a voice that is not his own.

"Get it off! Poison Shaman magic!" He spits trying to push the book back, he was weak against its power, his knees buckled making him slip down onto the floor.

"Who are you?" Vince's eyes shut, he smiles through gasps of pain. When his eyelids flutter back Naboo almost jumps back in shock, his pupils had turned a deep shade of ruby. He let's out a struggled laugh then gasps for breath as the book is pushed further into him.

"She is coming." He whispers then stops, he falls to the side, his head collides with the floor again and the book slips down onto his legs.

"What is it Naboo? What's happening to him?" Howard asks quickly bending down to his unconscious friend.

"He's been possessed by a Demon."