Drawing to a close now, sorry for a slow update. I've got Uni interviews coming up and have been concentrating on sketchbooks and portfolios etc and not had much time to write. But I managed to write this chapter for you all, so enjoy
Chapter eight
The flat suddenly feels warmer, a red glow bursts from under the bedroom door that belongs to Vince stirring the Shaman who is slumped asleep over the book on the table. He wakes suddenly at the sound of a window snapping upwards, screeches of joy fill the night air, he sits, stares and frowns then shakes his friend Howard awake who is also asleep at the table. Bollo stirs from the sofa announcing a 'bad feeling' and joins his master at the table who starts flicking through the book frantically.
"Time to get rid of her." Naboo stated in a calm voice though his actions spoke differently.
"How do we do that?" Howard asks quickly while keeping his focus on Vince's bedroom door.
"Weaken her with Shaman magic. Bollo, go get those charms and beads from the box under my bed." The familiar obeyed and left, Naboo read through the page he had stopped on, it was a golden page with a fancy red border surrounding the hand-written text in the centre.
Bollo returned with colourful beads and charms; the accessories gleamed in the light coming from under the bedroom door. Naboo explained they would protect them from the Demon meaning she couldn't hurt them.
"Will it hurt him?" Howard asks without thinking as he stands behind the Shaman next to the gorilla, his eyes still burning into the door noticing the handle had been pulled down. Naboo chose not to reply, he simply waited with the book in his hand watching the door creep back slowly, he begins to read from the page, he chants the words slowly in a foreign language only recognisable to Shaman, the words dart from his tongue and fly straight at Vince, who doubles over in gasps before he has chance to leave the room.
"What are you doing?" Shrieks the demon within him, he grips at the door frame with one hand and clutches his stomach with the other, no one answers him, they just watch while Naboo works his magic, they couldn't do anything else.
Vince screamed in pain in a more feminine voice, it sounded odd yet creepy and chilling, it bounced off the walls and pierced the silent street. As the spell grew stronger the black swirling pit in the bedroom pulsed faster in a threatening manner, shadows of evil flew back in through the window and were sucked back into the hole disappearing back into their world, they wailed in protest, many attempted clawing at whatever they could get their hands on, wallpaper was ripped to shreds as some clung on for their lives. The Shaman magic was too strong for them, they were torn from the new world, torn from their sick dreams of having billions of slabs of flesh to rip apart and feast on, torn from food, joy and blood. Vince shrieks again followed by cries of a child who tries to scream a nursery rhyme, the words stumble from its mouth and trip over themselves, the child coughs dramatically as it tries to scramble away from the pit. Vince turns and launches himself for the small boy's hand but misses, the last he sees is the deathly infant being pulled back into the demon world.
Anger ripples across his features as he stands from the hole, ignoring the desperate cries from the shadows, and staggers as best he can into the lounge to face the Shaman.
"If you kill me..." He starts through deep breaths and whimpers of pain "I will make sure he remembers everything!" He spits the words out and sniggers at the alarmed look of panic that spreads across Howard's face "I don't need to be inside him to kill him!" He screams and drops to his knees, his eyes tighten together and his fists clench at the skin on his stomach, his fingernails dig in leaving trickles of blood on his shirt. Naboo carries on, trying his best to ignore the threat of the demon who was laughing in between breaths "Go ahead...Plan his death, write it out, set it in stone. Murderer!" The feminine voice drops back into Vince's own, the demon wails more, shrieks and cries in the flat sounding exactly like the mod this time, his voice quivered, it had a frightened tone to it, he opened his eyes a small bit to see the worried expressions on their faces "It hurts!" He cries "Stop it! You're killing me!" The demon tries her best to stop the spell but the Shaman presses on, still he smiles and shrugs it off but doubles over to the floor with a crack of pain washing through his entire body. The demon feels her spirit being pulled from him, Vince's eyes roll into the back of his head and his lips part slightly, a purple glow spreads out around his body as Naboo's spell gains strength "Murderers." He whispers then drops down limply, the purple haze detaches itself from his body and is pulled back into the swirling black mass with a terrifying howl then closes itself up, silence floods the flat as Naboo finishes the spell and shuts his book.
"Did he feel anything?" Howard asks but still he gets no reply, instead the Shaman progresses to Vince, kneels down slowly and pulls back one of his eyelids to reveal a normal blue pupil. He then checks his pulse, normal, a normal beating rhythm beating out against his fingers. He breathes a sigh of relief.
"Put him to bed Howard, Bollo get the cauldron out. I have a potion to make." He stands with a blank tone to his voice and retreats to his own room following his familiar leaving Howard to scoop up his friend and put him to bed.