Evil Incarnate

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Chapter 26 (Inflight Struggle)

"We're safer in the air!" The pilot shouted from the cockpit. He had no intention of landing the plane, puppet apocalypse or not. He knew that they would have to land sometime, but until then he wasn't landing his passengers into areas that were more dangerous than it was in the air. But god he would love to be captain of a boat right now, where at least puppets couldn't get to. The Stewardess groaned as Sinjin kicked the demon puppet away from him. There really wasn't much room for survival here.

"I saw we throw the nerd off the plane!" One terrified passenger shouted as the puppet tackled Sinjin to the ground. He grunted and rose up, pointing at the passenger.

"Hey, I'm the only one that knows how to deal with these things, so shut your mouth!" The passenger silenced and Beck got up from his seat, he would have to help take down these puppets, otherwise everyone on the plane was screwed. Sinjin yelled as the puppet came dangerously close to his face. He struggled to push the demon's head away. "No one would happen to have a weapon on hand, would you? Jesus why did planes have to become so fucking safe?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't help but to laugh at that, Sinjin." Sinjin glared at Beck, who grabbed the back of the puppet. "Stewardess lady, open the door if you will." The woman nodded and opened the door, in which Beck tossed the angry demon out of the plane. "Thank you!" The puppet shouted angrily and Beck waved it goodbye. "Won't be seeing you again anytime soon, give my 'regards' to your master! Hope he bites the dust as soon as possible!" The stewardess frowned and pulled her lips back.

"You really are talking to the demented puppet?" Beck shrugged and smiled calmly.

"Hey, even evil things have to have some words given to them before they die." Sinjin groaned and dropped his head back onto the plane. What was that, the second puppet they had to throw off board? How many damn ventriloquists were there? Beck lifted Sinjin up and dusted his back off. "Be glad Terry Fator isn't on the plane right now, buddy." Sinjin's eyes popped wide open and the color instantly drained from his face as he pictured all of those puppets on the plane.

"Don't even joke about that!"

"Well, you know, I'd say we hopped on the wrong plane and I'm sure that man's puppets are the least of our worries right now."

"Huh?" Beck pointed down the aisle of terrified passengers and Sinjin's eyes popped out of his head once more. There had to be a dozen puppets. "Motherfucker…"

"Okay, all passengers stay in your seat. I think it's clear who these demons want!" Sinjin glared again at Beck and flipped him off as the passengers clung tightly to their chairs. Fortunately no bloodshed happened. "Honestly, let's pray the pilot thinks of something…fast…"

"We'll fuck you up after him, pretty boy." Beck raised his eyebrow at the demons who were laughing. "Then we'll go after that pretty little girlfriend of yours in New York." Beck twitched and closed his eyes, calmly raising his two index fingers.

"Okay, you do not need to bring her into the equation! Sinjin, let's get them. Lady, keep that door open!" Beck knew by now he needed to keep Sinjin alive, by all means, he was perhaps the most important and useful person in destroying the demons.

"What I wouldn't give to have some of my items from the Sky Store."

"Why?"

"Because anything made after Rex combats these damn things. That's why!"

"Oh, you couldn't have thought about that before?" Beck sighed as he postured himself into fighting mode. "So…question is…why did you create an evil psychopathic doll?"

"I didn't intend it. I intended only for it to have a magical effect like most of Sky Store's items and that if someone wanted to, they could have a dead relative's soul temporarily put in it so they could converse." Beck raised an eyebrow as Sinjin waved his hand in the air. "Imagine if you could talk to your great, great, great, great grandmother and find out how life was like on the plantations."

"I see the point, I just don't see the screw-up."

"I used the wrong goddamn spell, okay?" He'd let the guilt eat him up all these years, so he'd just tossed everything to the side, hoping it would go away. "I never expected anyone, Robbie of all people, to purchase the damn Rex puppet! I opened a fucking portal to hell and Satan possessed the fucking doll! If he got enough power, he could do this!"

"Okay, so I see the screw-up." Beck shrugged and the passengers moaned loudly. "So why should we not give you up as a human sacrifice? Oh right, because you evidently know how to destroy them all somehow."

"Yeah, I just need to get to my computer and I'll know the words that should reopen the portal and suck every demon, including Rex himself, back to hell. Not even Robbie knows the password for that file. It's just so dangerous and needs to be used by the right person at the right time." Beck chuckled nervously and then placed his hand on Sinjin's chest, pushing him back and stepping in front of him. He narrowed his eyes at the puppets and clenched his fist at them. "What are you doing?"

"Obviously, you shouldn't die. You annoy the living hell out of me, but I guess I'm taking it upon myself to be your personal bodyguard until we…" Beck turned his head to the cockpit and shouted. "Land safely in Los Angeles!"

"Not happening!" The pilot screamed. The stewardess threw her hands up in frustration and Beck shouted back at him.

"Oh come on! We got the fucking chosen one on this plane!"

"Er…actually not me, dumbass." Beck narrowed his eyes and spoke flatly as he stared at Sinjin.

"What?"

"I'm not the one that can rid the world of these demons." Beck then pointed his thumb at the puppet and continued staring at him.

"So you can be turned into a nice, plump steak for these guys at any time."

"Hey!" The puppets rolled their eyes, growing impatient with this idle banter. They decided to charge Beck, who shouted and started punching them down to the ground.

"I was not finished!" The puppets continued to jump upwards and Beck continuously threw them down or punched them in the jaw. "I pride myself over my upper body. I hear from Andre, that's what your little master wants, is my upper strength."

"And we'll get it too! Hand it to him on a bloody platter."

"Not a chance!"

"You've the body of a Greek God, our master must have it." Beck chuckled and slammed his fist into one of the puppet's chests, splintering him.

"I'm flattered, really, but I'm not that handsome!" Sinjin rolled his eyes and took a step back.

"Yeah right, that isn't what Jade tells everyone about you. Are you sure you two haven't had sex yet?"

"Not the time, Sinjin!" Beck pulled a fist back, then shoved it forward into one demon's face. "Start talking! The person that can get rid of all these creatures…" Sinjin started moving his hands into various formations and was trying to come up with a chant that would help destroy these guys.

"Needs to be someone who is not filled with anger or hate towards another human being. Somebody who can be friendly to anybody, even their worst enemy or a person that has wronged them. Somebody who is pure."

"Does a person like that even exist?"

"Yeah, Robbie and I have generated an idea."

"So that's who you were talking to all this time, huh?"

"Yes."

"Go figure." Beck grabbed a puppet's head and rolled onto his back, kicking the demon over to the stewardess, who nervously shoved the puppet out the door with her foot. "One down."

"There's too many to keep fighting like this. Let me concentrate."

"What about that code you said? Genitus Diabolus?" The demons stared pathetically at Beck while Sinjin shook his head.

"Only works for Rex."

"Now you tell me." Beck bounded backwards and the puppets followed him. He looked down the aisle and frowned, there were still more puppets than he thought there had been. "I thought people put their damned puppets in the luggage that had to go through the baggage claim stuff."

"Some people can bring them in carry on," the stewardess remarked flatly.

"Oh, well that's great." Beck cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted out. "Hey demons! Your 'God' is just down below! Go see Satan, he's waiting for you!"

"You think we're stupid?" Some of the puppets actually fell for it and jumped out of the door, calling out for their master. The puppet that spoke stared in shock as Beck smirked and crossed his arms.

"Well they were stupid." Sinjin rolled his eyes and continued his chant. It was sad that the ventriloquists on this plane would be losing their puppets, but hell, it was a necessary evil. They'd have to get used to it. Just then, he realized that he didn't even need to do a chant, he had something just as dangerous to all these puppets right on hand. As the puppets surrounded Beck once more and he continued punching them out, Sinjin casually walked to the compartment above his seat and opened it up. "Sinjin?" Beck grunted as one puppet swiped his leg and bit his side. He grabbed that puppet and threw him off the plane. "What are you doing?"

"Hold on!" Sinjin opened his bag and pulled out a golden cross. He then turned and called out. "Are there any pastors aboard this plane!" Beck grunted as the puppets threw him against the wall of the plane and the stewardess yelled out. One man rose up and raised his hand, he had been reading his bible and praying.

"I am!"

"Sinjin! A little help here!"

"Hold on, I said!"

"SINJIN?" The puppets were now attempting to push Beck out of the plane, but he was holding on as tight as possible to the edges of the door with his hands and his feet. The puppets were mocking him and laughing.

"Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Fall!" Sinjin sighed as he motioned for the pastor to come to him. The man carefully left his seat amid the terrified passengers and bravely walked up, feeling like he had a duty to perform.

"Sir, what is your name?"

"Pastor Shawn Wallace. I am the lead pastor at Drexton Baptist Church."

"Okay. What I need you to do is bless this plane. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

"Okay, good. If you bless this plane, those creatures will die."

"Sinjin!" Beck was pushing with all his might, but he was starting to slip. The stewardess was also holding onto him, trying to help pull him in. The puppets were attacking her as well, trying to get her to stop helping.

"Okay, so start blessing this plane now, please."

"Yes sir." Pastor Shawn opened his bible and began praying as though he were performing an exorcism of the plane while Sinjin gripped the cross tightly and walked over to the demons. Beck grunted as the puppets clawed up his back and legs, he was going to go any minute now, he could feel it. He wasn't going to give up, though. He continued trying to fight for survival.

"Hey demons, over here!" The puppets stopped pushing Beck and looked over at Sinjin, who held the cross behind his back. "Get off him. It's me you want." They looked at each other and giggled wildly. Beck yelled and pushed himself from the airplane, then laid back on the ground, in an incredible amount of pain. He breathed heavily and stared up.

"Sinjin, when I'm not so exhausted and we're off this damn plane. Your ass is mine."

The puppets started moving towards Sinjin, but stopped. Something wasn't right, they had a powerful urge to vomit. Sinjin smirked and held the cross in the air. The puppets shouted and jumped back in pain, the presence of that cross was burning them. Next, one of the puppets yelled and pointed. "That man's blessing the plane! No!"

"You puppets can't be on anything that's holy. And this plane is about to become…Holier than thou. Welcome to the First Continental Holy Flight 81."

"No! Asshole! We won't give in! We won't die! We won't give in!"

"Oh shut up already."

Pastor Shawn began ending his long prayer while Sinjin had the puppets frozen in a panic. A sense of calmness descended upon everyone in the plane. Even Beck couldn't help but to smile and dream of Jade. "In the name of the father, the son, and the holy ghost. Amen." Sinjin smirked as the demons began screaming and a white mist that only they could see began touching them.

"A Boo-Yah."

"No!" The passengers stared wide eyed as the demons began erupting and melting down into a brown puddle. The stewardess gagged and let the puddle flow out of the plane, then she closed the door, sealing it tightly. After a few minutes of silence, the passengers erupted in cheers for Sinjin, Beck, the stewardess and Pastor Shawn. Sinjin moaned and fell back into his seat.

"This is the last plane I ever get on again." Beck groaned and tried to get up, but he was too exhausted to move.

"I think I'll just lay here for the rest of the flight." The stewardess, who was sitting next to the door, her legs spread out, let her head fall to the side and she waved her hand in the air. She didn't even care if Beck moved or not. She was just thankful the nightmare on the plane was over.

Well that was an intense chapter. Stick around for the next