Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door- Bob Dylan, Knockin' On Heaven's Door
Possession
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Damien wandered through Amity Park, the heavily forested recreational area, which separated the city from the miles of abandoned rolling plains which surrounded it. IT had been years since he'd last been here, almost a century, at which time this land had been simply a wealthy landowner's orchard. Now rough and overgrown, Damien could see much had changed. He prayed that what he was looking for was still here.
"What the hell is so important that we came back to this dump?" Azrael's voice snickered causing his host to wince at the reverberations within his skull.
"You know exactly what I'm looking for…"
"Ah… The amulet? Are you still trying to separate us?"
Nearly 100 years earlier, Damien had sought the help of a local priest, to exorcize the evil within him, lest it consume him and use their combined power to commit horrid atrocities. They would use the amulet, something which he could not do alone, as Damien did not have a strong enough base of power. He had been betrayed. The priest had fled, and taken the amulet with him.
"Big Mistake…" Laughed Azrael
"What exactly did you do to him? I never remember anything when you take over."
"It was great. I ripped out his hamstrings with my bare hands and watched him try to crawl away before I twisted his head all the way around."
"On second thought… I'm beginning to see why I black that stuff out…" Damien smirked uncomfortably. "Regardless it'll all be over soon."
"Like you've got the guts…."
Damien approached the house under which he had hidden the amulet, until he had the power to control it himself. He looked up at the roof and was surprised at the large UFO shaped billboard above what had once been the clergyman's home.
He frowned, "What is the world coming to?" Before bringing his hands together then parting them, opening a portal of shadow in the wall of the house, which he then walked through.
Up on the second story, Daniel Fenton, stirred from a fitful sleep. All night he had been tossing and turning, something within him was restless, nervous even. Although he was unsure what he why he was so tense, it was almost as if he was waiting for something. It was then that he heard the crash.
Down in the basement Damien focused all his energy on digging a large hole through the concrete floor until he reached the dirt below and finally a long buried chest. The chest floated over to Damien's hands at which point he opened it revealing the glittering amulet within. Completely silver and made from the melted down blade of St. Michael's sword, the amulet had all the power he needed to do what he had to do.
I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
Damien reached a hand into his tattered jacket, pulling out a small knife… In the shimmering blade he could see the reflection of his darkside staring back at him.
"What are you doing Damien?" Azrael snarled furiously, not really covering his obvious concern.
"You know exactly what I'm doing. This body is tainted, this, death is the only way I can ever really be rid of you…." True, the demon's influence protected him from all physical harm, it could be blocked however by a particularly strong holy presence. This made the amulet essential.
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
Damien smiled slightly as he ran the razor edge across his wrists, opening a small torrent of blood which ran down his fingers in small rivlets and dripped steadily onto the floor. He began to laugh as his legs wobbled beneath him and he caved to his knees. He could feel a huge weight lifting as the two sides of himself separated, both about to die…
"This is goodbye…Azrael…" He smirked as he fell forward and out of consciousness
I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
As the world faded into black, Damien knew he could care less, this was the happiest moment of his life...which is kinda sad really. It was finally over… Or it would have been, if Danny Fenton had not run downstairs at that moment. The Blue eyed teenager had never seen anything so bizarre.
Which is saying something
Here was a complete stranger bleeding to death in his basement, next to a huge pit apparently blasted into his floor. He immediately turned around and bolted upstairs waking up every member of his household.
"MOM, DAD CALL 911!!!"
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Jasmine Fenton knelt beside the fallen teen as the paramedics checked for a pulse or any other sign of life. The girl brushed his ebony locks aside, revealing his frighteningly pale face. He seemed to be smiling… 'But then again,' Jazz noted, 'He's holding something…'
She looked up at the doctors, and once she was sure no one was looking, she pried his fist apart revealing a glittering ornament. 'It's beautiful…. I'll just hold on to it for him."
At the moment Jazz pulled the Amulet away, Damien's wounds began to heal….
"We've got a pulse!" Called one of the medics and they lifted the still unconscious teenager onto a stretcher and upstairs…
Maddy Fenton, toyed with the corner of her blue bathrobe nervously, "What's going to happen to him?"
"Well," A nearby Police Officer murmured, "We've been running background checks on all runaways in the area, but we've yet to find a match. If we do figure out the boy's identity, he'll be returned to his family after he recovers and goes through consoling. If we don't he'll be placed with a foster family and enrolled in the local public school. That's assuming you don't press charges…"
"Of course," The mother sighed, "It's just so sad what these kids have to deal with these days… I hope he gets the help he needs…"
"We're rooting for him down at the Station ma'am."
if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
------------------To Be Continued-------------
A/N- Ok, short and meaningless I know, But this is just going to lead up to the remainder of the story, That's when it will get interesting;… I hope….
The Rambler Signing Out
