Hey you, out there in the cold

Getting lonely, getting old

Can you feel me?

Hey you, standing in the aisles

With itchy feet and fading smiles

Can you feel me?

Hey you, don't help them to bury the light

Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own

Sitting naked by the phone

Would you touch me?

Hey you, with you ear against the wall

Waiting for someone to call out

Would you touch me?

Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?

Open your heart, I'm coming home.

But it was only fantasy.

The wall was too high,

As you can see.

No matter how he tried,

He could not break free.

And the worms ate into his brain.

-Pink Floyd, Hey You

Possession

Ch 4

"How's he doing?" Jack Fenton sighed, as he lay in bed next to his wife, unable to concentrate on the latest issue of "Paranormal Enthusiast Monthly". Maddy needed no clarification, she knew exactly who her husband was talking about, the same person their whole family had all been talking about ever since the youth had been found in their basement. Danny….

"I went in to check on him awhile ago," She murmured concernedly, "No change, he just keeps rolling around in his sleep muttering to himself." Ever since their son had discovered the dying teenager bleeding to death, he had been suffering. He had been looking over his shoulder, he'd stopped talking… he hadn't even been sleeping… Suddenly in their thoughts were shattered by a loud scream from the next room.

Blood….Blood everywhere; seeping up through the floorboards, dripping from the ceiling…. It began to fill up the entire room. Danny soon found himself up to his neck, struggling to keep his head above the gore. Suddenly a hand took hold his hair and held him up for a moment. He looked up and into the glazed over eyes of the boy from the basement, the warm red liquid flowing steadily from his cut wrists and throat. "Hello Danny…." The Teenager smiled before holding the other's head under the surface of the crimson sea. And so it went, Danny being held under and then pulled out only to be plunged under again, every time laughter meeting his ears as he struggled to breathe. "Danny…Danny….DANNY!!!!"

The aforementioned teenager awoke screaming, only to find himself surrounded by his family… "That's it…" His mother said hugging the sweating and trembling youth close to her, "We're going to that hospital first thing tomorrow and we're going to put this all into proportion."

------------The Next Day--------------

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage

Damien tapped his fingers against the metal side to his bed, humming along to "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" , wishing for the thousandth time that the hospital attendants would loosen his straps enough that he could sleep comfortably. It wasn't so bad though, at Azrael's suggestion he had hinted that some music would help him get over his depression. One of the younger nurses had lent him an Mp3 player and so far he'd begun to discover some great music called Rock and Alt. Metal. He was beginning to see that occasionally listening to the demon's advice had some upsides.

"Enjoying yourself?" Smiled Azrael from the surface of a glass of water. Damien smiled and nodded, "Ok good, cause I should probably tell you that you're about to have visitors."

The door opened at that exact moment, revealing a family of 4. The largest, evidently the father, his black hair steadily going gray, had a gloved hand rested on the shoulder of a boy who did not look (keyword there) much younger than Damien. Next to him were a pair of redheaded women, the younger of which he had to admit was quite lovely, while the elder, probably the children's mother was dressed in a ridiculous jumpsuit not unlike the father's. It was she who spoke first. "I hope you don't mind us visiting, but we wanted to have a word with you… it is Damien right?"

"Yes…." The possessed smirked eyes not leaving the girl, "but can I ask who you all are? You seem to know me…."

"You tried to kill yourself in our basement…" Danny murmured, not looking the other teenager in the eye.

"Oh…" Damien frowned, he looked down at himself, "You know this is one of those moments when I wish I was wearing more than a paper robe with no back… Well, first, sorry for breaking into your house and getting my blood all over your floor…."

"That's not important…" The mother sighed, "We just came to see if you were doing ok. I'm Mrs. Fenton, this is my husband and these are our kids, Danny and Jazz…"

"Well…" Damien smiled, "I'm a little tired, and sadly these restraints are understandably uncomfortable…" They chuckled at the boy's humor even Danny gave a weak smile. "The food… tastes like hospital food, and bedpans are something to get used to…. But I'm alive and I'll be getting out of here tomorrow."

"Where will you go?" Jazz asked as Damien did his best to fluff his pillow with his shoulder blades.

"That is the question…" He sighed, "I've nowhere to go, and wandering isn't an option anymore, their going to turn me over to child services and have me live with some local family."

"Do you know who?" The children's mother asked immediately curious, "Almost everyone in town knows each other…"

"I think the name was…. Foley… yes that was it…"

Danny's eyes widened as his body immediately froze, Jazz leaned over to him, "Isn't that?"

"Yeah… He's going to be Tucker's Brother…."

Damien smiled from the bed, his above normal hearing picking up their conversation, "Well then, I suppose we'll be seeing more of each other…"

Danny, stared at the floor, "Yeah… looks that way…" Sensing her son's discomfort Maddy took charge of the conversation.

"Well, we'll leave you to your rest."

"Thanks," The demonic teenager smiled from the bed. He began to reach for his headphones, but stopped when he realized that the girl hadn't left. "Umm… Yes?"

Jazz moved over to the bed and placed her hand in his, depositing something metallic and warm in his right palm. The boy raised his eyebrow as she moved her hand revealing the glittering amulet, lying innocently in his palm. "So," Damien smiled, "That's where that got to…"

"You kind of dropped it when… you know…" She turned her head not able to look at him when she said it.

"Not a problem, thanks," he paused still staring at the silver cross, "Can I ask a favor?" He finished pointing to the buckle of the leather straps that bound him to the bed.

"Oh right…. sure." She blushed, as Damien re positioned himself so to allow for easier access. In a moment, the bonds fell away, the boy rubbed his wrists tenderly trying to stimulate blood flow back to his hands without reopening his wounds.

"Thanks…again," He murmured as Jazz turned to leave. She hadn't gotten far when she felt a weight around her neck, she looked down and noticed the gleaming crucifix dangling from her collar. She turned to find Damien standing behind her, smirking as coolly as he could manage, given that he was wearing a ridiculous flowered paper robe with no back. "Keep it… It looks better on you anyway. See you at school."

As Jazz left, she could swear she heard him muttering to himself, 'Did he just tell himself to shut up?'

--------------------To Be Continued------------------------

Next Time-

Inner tension mounts as Damien starts school. Dash and Damien meet, and start off on the wrong foot… or should I say wrong fist.