ACT 01: POSESSED

Roger Smith's Contemplating- (Roger's POV)

It never occurred to me that Dorothy might have been possessed. Simply because she's an android and android's have no soul, they were man-made objects. But the thought of it now, strikes me humorous…maybe she did have the soul, the soul that once belonged to the real, Dorothy Wynrieght. But it didn't seem likely, and I mean how could she? She never displayed any type of emotion, or feelings and her mind never wandered. Dorothy had dulled her senses completely. Maybe if she were to believe she was the real Dorothy, she'd turn to human…that didn't seem likely either. But nonetheless, she had been possessed…and she must have a soul.

The first day, Dorothy locked herself in her room. Wouldn't come out, even to antagonize my sleeping in the morning performing the usual loud, noisy piano pieces. That at first didn't bother me. I loved it to be quiet to be frank; honest, and I could finally sleep in. So I paid it no heed to it. Then towards the evening I tried prying her out of her room and she cracked the door. Staring at me with the white of her eyes and she cursed in anger "Go away Negotiator, you better start believing…you're times running out!" And it wasn't her voice, although her mouth moved, but the voice sounded so evil; so demonic. Another thing about what she said was, 'Negotiator' , not Roger Smith.

Second day. Her image changed drastically. Her sensitive eyes turned pitch black and her pupils were replaced with fractioned Cross. Her red hair turned white and floated as if she was electrically charged. She had begun to chant words, word of a language I couldn't identify. Dorothy told me things in riddles like, "The city will burn under your command, Negotiator." And she gave a raspy laugh with a grin full of sharp teeth. Her skin churned an even pastier skin color. Her dulled nails, suddenly grew an extraordinary length and they were razorblade sharp. But as she moved, sitting up straight, walking, talking or even laying down she twitched and flinched for no reason.

Third day. Dorothy had begun to climb on the walls of my mansion. Reaching the ceiling and she laughed hysterically every time I'd walk in. I tried talking to her, but she only responded in raspy laughs, warnings or even reciting something in the Hebrew (a now dead language) about a book called, "The Bible" or something else in another type of language involving, the clicking of her teeth. But late in the evening, she suffocated Norman with a wrist motion, and I called the ambulances. Norman was fine, but I had begun to worry about myself at that point. 12:00 AM, and I am almost asleep, until I here a low, voice chanting. I opened my eyes and Dorothy was above me, on the ceiling and she just stared with those dead black eyes. Her smile had an evil twist and she jumped on top of me. We wrestled for almost an hour until she cut me with her nails on the back of my neck. I could feel the indention, and it was shaped into "X". Finally after a huge struggle, I managed to lock her on the third floor of my mansion, a floor I rarely used. It was completely empty but at least she'd one be safe and two I could figure what the hell was wrong with her. I took a shower, earlier that morning, washing the infection away and bandaged the back of my neck up.

It wasn't until I talked with my friend, Big Ear, at the bar of my struggle.

At the Bar: (End of Roger's POV-3rd Person)

"Roger, do you suppose Dorothy could be possessed?" He asked.

"Possessed? How-she's got no soul." Roger, rose an eyebrow, and instantly he became interested.

"Reincarnation, Roger."

"I don't believe in that sort of stuff." Roger waves his hand absently, taking another sip of his wine.

"Well, believe it."

"Even if I did, how could that come about? Reincarnation, only works in living beings, with some soul"—Roger was interrupted.

"NO! Roger, have you ever given any thought to the creator?"

"Mr. Wynrieght?" Roger cocked his neck, in interest.

"Do you suppose he planned the reincarnation of his dead daughter to live inside Dorothy?"

"Maybe, but how can that be, she's a machine. No one can be that smart…it's not possible."

"Roger, anything is possible with that doctor, or scientist, whatever you call him." Big Ear said. Roger thought…

"Well how?"

"Roger, I don't know how, but it's proven fact that reincarnations exist, and it's proven that to possess someone is, that they've got to have a soul…How do you know that Dorothy hasn't got a soul?"

"I-I just do."

"Have you given any thought that Mr. Wynrieght, killed his daughter, purposely?" Big Ear asked, again. Roger, laughed.

"Yea, so-oo and why would he do that?"

"Because he wanted her to live forever, inside a machine; it's immortality, Roger."

"But that doesn't convince me, so ... why?" Roger was stubborn and folded his arms.

He began to ponder, in a long silence, why would he kill her, if he loved her…why kill such a beautiful—gosh! What's wrong with me, why are you thinking that, ROGER!

"Roger!" Big Ear said, louder.

"Oh, sorry…umm, do what?" Roger snapped out it.

"I said, because he wanted to die, before seeing her die."

"Big Ear, she won't gunna die before him"— Big Ear, interrupted Roger.

"On the contrary, she was diagnosed with a life threatening cancerous disease, Roger he would've lived to see his only daughter suffer and die. Now don't try to tell me if you're a father, that you'd never save your child the pain in suffering…so, as a scientist, he devoted half of his life, to creating that machine and learning about reincarnation so she could live, forever."

"BUT! I don't care about that, how can he channel reincarnation?" Roger protested.

"DEMONOLGY…possessions! Roger, you've not listened to a word I've said have you?" Big Ear, raised his voice and sighed in annoyance.

"OH…" Roger's eyes, behind his sleek, black sunglasses widened. It clicked in, and Roger was astounded. He watched in his pensive silence, thinking and watching older men play pool.

"So, not only was he a scientist, he was a professor in Religion and Demonology…my god!" Roger, shook his head…

"He cut out, his whole life learning just so he could save his daughter…" Big Ear added, as Roger rose from his chair. He slapped a big wad of fifty and twenty dollar bills on the table and Big Ear put his news paper over it, as Roger walked out of the bar.

Roger Ponders: (Roger's-POV)

I couldn't believe it. Rumor had had it, that Wynrieght might have killed his daughter but it wasn't like him. I mean how many times do get a respectable elder, scientist or anyone highly educated…to kill his own daughter? But I believe, he did it out of love…

I don't major in Demonology, at all. So I began to seek out Exorcist, but to my surprise I only found one, and the old man was too feeble minded and old that he can't take up the job offer, or the pay I was giving. But…instead he offered to teach me his life's work…within a month! Eager, to help Dorothy, since…I admit I have been secretly admiring from afar…agreed to show up, every Tuesday and Thursday at lunch time until dinner to learn of exoticisms, religion, about a book called the "BIBLE" and of course demonology….

I wanted Dorothy back…the one I knew. The Dorothy, who'd rarely smile, who played those aggravating piano tunes in the morning, who'd argue with me profusely about my job…I missed hearing her say, my full name… "Roger Smith". What's simple is true…I believe I can safely say, that I both missed her and, grown to love her, but as a prideful person, I'd never admit to those words, NEVER.

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