I know this chapter sounds a little rushed, but i must say i´m already getting out of my ideas, so i have this chapter as an ending of the mystery and next chapter, will be the ending of the story.
I hope you still enjoy it
THE DEMON FROM 1913 – Part 4
The impala screamed down the empty main street until it slid out in front of the dark silent building. Once there, John rushed to his trunk to grab another shotgun before rushing towards the front door which, when he arrived closer it was opened. "Dean?" John whispered harshly. Something moved from a room that was just behind a set of closed doors and John rushed towards the room opening it shotgun ready to fire. But who he saw was someone he didn't expect.
Jerry Pole stood shocked shining his light from his flashlight in John's eyes. "John, why are you here?" He sounded anxious as if he was seeing someone behind his wife's back.
"I'm looking for my son..." John said his eyes dashing from side to side sensing restless spirits. "Why are you here?"
"Taking care of a case." Jerry said slowly.
''you are a hunter?'' John asked and the other man nodded
''I have been hunting since 1979 after a werewolf crossed my path and almost killed my group on camping. Then I moved here to Calumet after marriage, both to my children grown safety and for solve this mystery I am taking care of.'' Jerry said
''short version of a long story, I'm part time hunter, but right now I have other priorities, I have to find my son who disappear''
''Samuel?'' Jerry asked
''Sam is fine, I kindly asked Mrs. Pole to take care of him, but Dean disappear and I'm afraid he had come here.'' John said ''i was researching about this case and Dean was trying to help me, he ignored my directed order and came here alone.''
''well, I must tell you then that your son Samuel is in good hands, Amanda is very good with kids and apparently, Christina is very kin of that kid.'' Jerry smiled ''look, John, I offer you my help to find your son Dean, but we need to take care of this case as well''
''I used to tell Dean that great minds think alike, thanks for the help'' John nodded ''so, what is this case about?''
''there´s a demon in this place, he killed 73 people in December 1913 and now it´s back, after eighty years'' Jerry explained
"A demon?" John asked surprised, but before the other man could answer, the room attar to getting colder
"FIRE!'' a voice shouted and the front doors slammed shut and the two men pointed their guns to different directions
''what a hell!'' one of then barked when something rammed into John and Jerry making them fall to the ground. But the sound of footfalls as the doors rammed opened once again. Soon the smell of sulfur enveloped both John and Jerry. "You stupid mortals!" They were both sent up into the air and slammed against the walls. Both sets of shotguns from their hands clattered down to the floor. "You spoiled my fun!"
"Are you the one that hurt my daughter and killed those people?" Jerry asked his voice shaking against the strain from the demon's power.
"Maybe, I did a lot of things in my many years of being on this earth. Like for instance, back in December 1913, my lovely meat suit and I screamed 'Fire' just to see what would happen. Oh it was beautiful. The sound of the screaming was all the Christmas Carols I cared to listen to. Oh it was magnificent." Jerry and John groaned in anger as the demon slowly walked over towards the fallen shotguns and kicked them across the floor until they heard it land on something hard. "Then when those three foolish kids decided to come inside knowing about what I had done. I had to teach them a lesson about trespassing into a rotting old building. Oh, they were so scared." The demon laughed a cold hollow sound with no amusement. "Then those two pathetic workers thinking they would come and try and solve this place. Had to kill them quickly."
John and Jerry shot a look trying to figure out what to do if they couldn't escape the demon's powers. "Oh, and then there was this kid. Eighteen about six feet tall. Shortly cut blond spiky hair trying to prove to his father he can be given another chance. Thought killing me might make him so proud of him. But he fought and died valiantly." John shivered as fear encased his mind. "Oh I loved hearing him scream as I sent him down through the floor to his death. I only wished it was slow and painful instead of fast of quick."
"You bastard." John growled tears threatening to come out of his eyes. "You killed my son?!"
"Oh, yes I did. I wished that little nosy little kids were killed too. But one will be just fine with me." The Demon took a step towards him but let out a scream of pain dropping John and Jerry. Looking behind the demon, John spotted Dean with a gun on his hand, he had shouted the creature and fallen into the floor, weekly, while holding a water bottle with a dark bold print H.W. on it.
"Dean!'' John rushed to Dean's side who fell limp again his eyes barely strong enough to stay open. John held Dean Close he wasn't going to lose a son to the dark things he hunted.
Recomposing himself, Jerry got up quickly and began to rattle off the Latin spell causing the demon to scream and fall to the floor
Soon the room was filled with dark smoke as the demon left his meat suit. The man the demon had used for so long looked around before turning around and stared at Jerry and John. "A-Are you going to arrest me?" The man quivered. John and Jerry shook their heads. "I didn't want it to happen. I'm sorry. I wanted to help but I couldn't control my body."
"You're not in trouble." Jerry said walking over towards the man before sending a knife deep inside the man's chest. John looked confused as Jerry slowly placed the man on the ground quickly wiping down the knife. "It was better for him to die quickly instead of slow and painful. Now let's get your son to the hospital. He looks like he needs it." John nodded and with help with Jerry carried Dean out of the building and to the Impala, hoping he wasn´t so late.
Fortunately, they wasn't and Dean managed to survive,