Manfred was quiet. That was the first sign. The second was that he never hanged out with his friends anymore. Not since whatever happened to him two weeks ago. Joe Strong let out a calming breath. He then closed his eyes for a few minutes before he opened them again. "He might be sleeping. He deserves it," Joe told himself before he walked up to the door.
The house was quiet, no yelling from Manfred or laughing coming through the open window. Joe knew that he must have been sleeping even though it was one in the afternoon. However, that was not strange after the weeks that they've had. They all delivered a rest. Joe sighed again when he remembered what happened with Creek and why Manfred seemed so lost lately. Joe shook his head to clear his thoughts and knocked on the door. "Manfred? Are you alright?" the fallen angel called through the door. However, he didn't hear anything. "Manfred?" Joe called again nocking harder. Joe let out another calming breath before he tried the doorknob. Joe felt his stomach drop when the door swung open. "Manfred?" he whispered as he walked into the house. Joe gasped; everything was torn apart. The smell of blood, booze, and dirt filled his nose. Joe looked ahead of him to see that there was a chest from the pawnshop sitting by the couch. Dirt laid the floor and Joe wondered what happened in here. Towels littered the floor as well and they were covered in demon residue. "Manfred?" he called before he walked into Manfred's bedroom pulling out his phone in case, he needed back-up.
Joe didn't know what to expect when he walked into the room, but seeing his friend sitting in a chair by the window looking out of it without moving was not it. He was skinny then the last time Joe saw him. Joe swallowed thickly before he slowly walked over to his friend. "The voices. Why can I hear voices? Can you?" Manfred turned around to face Joe, but his eyes were shaken and bloodshot. They were like when he was being possessed.
"Manfred? What's wrong?" Joe asked gently putting his hand on Manfred's shoder. However, the medium flinched and shot out of his chair making it fall to the ground with a crash.
"Who are you!" Manfred yelled holding up his hands to his face only to put them over his ears. "Why does my head hurt?" Joe stared at Manfred conserved. Those eight words made him push the call button on his phone.
"Hey Fiji, something is wrong with Manfred again," Joe looked over to Manfred who was sitting on his bed with his knees up to his face and rocking back and forth to calm himself. This was not Manfred and Joe knows they need to get him back. "I'm going to need back-up," Joe added before he hung up and sat down next to Manfred. He put a gentle hand on his leg and sighed. "Everything will be ok, Manfred. We can fix this," Joe said in a soft voice. This seemed to calm down Manfred, but he was still rocking.
"The voices," he muttered before he let out a sob. Joe let out a breath before he pulled out his phone again.
"Chuy, yeah, hello, um, I need help here, it's Manfred,"
"I'm on my way love," Joe smiled at his husband on the other side of his phone. "Don't worry, I'm on my way now," Joe smiled again before he looked at Manfred who had fallen asleep.
"He fell asleep, it might be easier to get him to Fiji's," Joe said before he closed his eyes with a small sigh.
"I'm walking in now love," he smiled before he got off Manfred's bed and walked over to the door. However, he saw the fear and sadness in Chuy's eyes.
"I know it's a mess," Joe said before He wrapped his arms around Chuy. They then walked into Manfred's room.
A/N: Well, this is my first Midnight, Texas story. Thank you for reading and tell me what you think and be nice please this is my first time doing this. I just finished watching the first season for the first time and I loved it. I can't wait until the midnight Texas books come. Thank you again and I will see you next time. -Captain Voxland.