Becoming the Demon
Chapter 3
Playing a lot of Dead by Daylight, which is probably how I came up with the idea for this fanfic…
This is getting worse. This is not a good place for this to get worse. Leaning on the sink in the officers' bathroom, I glared at the purple on my stomach. It's slowly getting bigger. Maybe I can use a power drill to get these hallucinations out of my head.
In time… Ok, that whispering needs to really fuck off. I rubbed my knuckle into my temple, shaking my head after. No escape… Whatever that is, I am going to punch it so hard in the fucking face. Pulling my shirt back down, I pressed a fist into the spot, wincing at the bleach burns. They'll heal up soon. Maybe my problem is that I poured bleach onto my stomach. Maybe I should drink it to make my stomach feel better?
"Vi!" Caitlyn nearly kicked the door open, and I almost pissed myself. "We have a call for a robbery! Let's go!"
"Right!" I ran back to our office, grabbed my gauntlets, and followed Cait to my modded bike. "Can't use the police ones?" I asked, pulling my gauntlets on.
"They won't be fast enough. I know how much you mod yours." Yeah, that's true. I kicked a spot to make the handlebars extend and jumped on, kicking the powerful engine into gear. Cait slid onto the seat behind me, a hand on my waist, the other probably holding her rifle. "We need to get to the Advancement Promenade."
"You got it." The roar of the engine made quite a few people stop in their tracks. As I tore out of the parking lot, Cait moved her hand from one side of my waist to the other. She hates being a passenger on my bike, so this must be important. Dodging and weaving between both lanes of traffic, I heard Caitlyn curse under her breath and pull herself closer. It's like she has no faith in me at all.
"Stop driving like a madwoman! They're just up ahead!" I'm going to assume the car that's trying to go the same speed as me. Like always when we were on the case like this, Cait rested her rifle on my shoulder and put her arm around my neck, aiming carefully. Nudging another button with my heel, sirens wailed and bright lights started flashing. It made everybody else get out of the way so I could pull up next to the idiots driving. "Pull over now!"
Kill them… Oh, for fucks sake, not now! The cold feeling made me shudder, and I lost concentration for a second. It was enough for me to drift slightly, and Caitlyn to tighten her arm and bring me back to reality. Only way…
"They're swerving too much for me to aim at the tires." Caitlyn grumbled. "Any ideas?"
"Yeah." I shrugged her off and let go of the handlebars. "Switch!" I swung a leg over and jumped to their car, looking back to make sure that Cait was okay. I didn't see much, since she pulled the bike to a stop, but she's good. "Pull the fuck over!" I had dented the car roof from where I grabbed it, and I was clinging on.
"Get the fuck off, you bitch!" He punched me in the stomach, and that's the last thing I remembered before I blacked out. It must have only been a minute before I woke back up, but I was on the floor, with Caitlyn knelt in front of me.
"Vi!" I pushed myself up onto one arm, ignoring how she tried to keep me down. "What happened?"
"What do you mean?" I sat up and took my gauntlets off, not caring that the road cracked when I dropped them.
"You jumped to the car, and then it swerved and hit a wall." Yeah, that explains why there are police all around it. "You were thrown quite far." That also explains the blood on the road.
"I don't know." I touched the back of my head, where most of the blood seemed to be coming from.
Kill them…
"How do you not know?" Cait lifted my chin so I looked at her. "What happened?"
"I… don't know." She must have known that I was going to shake my head, because she gripped it in both hands.
"Sheriff, does Vi need an ambulance?" One of the other officers asked, with a phone next to his ear.
"Fuck that, I'm fine." He gave me a glare before walking back to the car. "I'll be up in no time."
"Look at your arm." I winced when her fingers brushed my arm. The skin on the side of my arm was almost in tatters. "That won't heal well."
"I'll be fine. I just need to go home and clean it." Caitlyn sighed and let go, grimacing at the blood on her hand. "You know me, Cupcake. I'll be fine."
"I still don't understand how you don't know what happened." I started to clip my gauntlets top my belt. I haven't stopped feeling cold, but it's getting worse. I'm still bleeding, but I can't feel that. "Come on." I accepted Cait's hand up, and looked at the car. They'd sat both of the criminals at the side of the road, and as soon as they saw me, fear overtook their faces.
"Keep that psychotic bitch away from us!" One of them yelled. I rubbed some blood off of my scraped up cheek and glared.
"What do you mean?" Caitlyn stepped in front of me and held an arm out; a silent signal telling me to stand still.
"She grabbed the fucking wheel and made us crash!"
"I don't remember doing that…" Cait looked up at me, quite worried.
"It's alright, Vi. I know that you wouldn't." The two of them started yelling, but a glare from Cait stopped that. I just… don't remember.
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Stepping out of the shower for the third time, I cursed at myself and rubbed my face. It just doesn't feel right. I don't get why nothing feels right. That hallucination has really fucked me up. The bleach burns had gone, but the purple mark was still growing. What freaked me out the most was that it was the same size on my back, too.
Not long… I still want to drill through my skull to stop whatever that is. I know I'm imagining it. Accepting defeat over the water, I sat on the edge of the tub, leaned back to grab a washcloth, and started to wash the blood off. I hate how weird this feels. Showering is one of my favourite things to do. The bottom of the tub was starting to turn red, but I'd healed an hour ago. I'd had to sit in the office for a few hours filling out paperwork as the blood dried on my face and arm.
"Oh, fuck." I dropped the cloth by accident, but as I leaned over to grab it, I started to feel lightheaded. Fuck that. I turned the shower off and pulled some clothes on, not caring enough to dry myself off. Cait already helped me clean the blood off the back of my head earlier, so that wasn't an issue.
Give up… That's really starting to piss me off. I stood up, and the next thing I remember was Jayce knelt over me, checking my pulse.
"You're awake!" I gripped his jacket sleeve and pulled myself up, still lightheaded. "Are you okay?"
"I don't know what the fuck happened."
"Just stay calm." I gave him a tired look.
"How the fuck did you get into my apartment?" Jayce didn't answer. He looked away. "Jayce, how did you get in?"
"You weren't answering, and I got worried!"
"Jayce."
"I… kicked the door open." All I could do was sigh. "I'll fix the door, don't worry. I was just worried when you didn't answer my knocking or shouting."
"I could have been asleep. Help me up."
"Last time I came over when you were asleep, you shouted back." Jayce was defending himself as he helped me to my feet. "Are you okay?" He kept his hands on my elbows.
"I'm fine."
"Caitlyn told me what happened earlier." He started. "And I can see blood in your bathtub."
"I was cleaning it off myself. I must have passed out from a lack of blood."
Mine…
"Come on, let's get you sat down." Still holding one of my elbows, Jayce pulled me into the front room and sat next to me. "You're really cold, are you sure that you're alright?"
"I'm fine." I rubbed my forehead with my hand and sighed. I still don't think that I can eat anything right now. "Don't tell Caitlyn about this."
"Why?"
"Because she'll bitch about me refusing to go to the hospital earlier." Then he sighed. "You know those people hate me."
"What if the damage was internal?"
"I always heal up." Instead of arguing, Jayce got up and walked to my broken door. "If you're going to start breaking my door down, I'll have to get you a key."
"That would make things a lot easier." He said, kneeling down to look at the damage.
"Yeah, but them you could just walk in at any time like Cait does." He laughed. "The only reason why I had to start wearing clothes all the time."
"Aren't you afraid of someone walking in and seeing you like that?"
"Yeah, Caitlyn." Jayce laughed again, shaking his head.
Your end… Okay, this whispering makes no sense. Whatever is doing it is going to get punched in the fucking face.
"This should be an easy fix. Where do you keep your tools?" I pointed him to the spare room, and watched him walk in. I can't afford to be blacking out at any time. It's been nearly 3 days since I imagined the weird purple shit, but I'm not getting any better.
"Hello?" I looked back at the open door, where one of my neighbours stood, looking nervous. "Is this a break-in?"
"In a way." I grinned.
"Should I call the police?"
"I am police." I pushed myself up.
Let go… And then I was on the floor again.
"Vi!" Something was placed on the floor, and I felt Jayce lift me off of the floor a bit. "Are you okay?"
"Do I need to call an ambulance?"
"No ambulances!" I pulled myself up using Jayce's shoulder and covered my face with my other hand. "It's just blood loss." Then Jayce picked me up and laid me on the couch. "You know I hate it when you do that."
"I don't care right now." My neighbour had left when I looked back. "I am definitely telling Caitlyn that you can't go into work tomorrow."
"Come on! I'm fine!"
"You've passed out twice!" I tilted my head to glare at Jayce, but he was busy fixing my door. "Doing your job is dangerous enough as it is."
"I can't tell if you sound like a dad or an overprotective boyfriend." I huffed, moving my head to look back at the ceiling. "Then again, I don't know what either of those sounds like."
"I'm just being a good friend." I know what they sound like. Usually they say 'No, you can't throw yourself off a building to catch a criminal. I don't care if you can heal quicker than humanely possible.' "I almost forgot to ask, have you eaten today?"
"Yeah, I had something earlier." I'm lying, but I don't want to make him freak out. "Can I go to bed?"
"I'll help you when I'm finished fixing this."
"Creepy, Jayce." I smiled when he dropped the tool he was holding and started stammering.
"Not like that!"
"Relax, I'm playing with you." I draped a dramatic arm over my forehead and closed my eyes.
Almost mine…
I was trying to go for something slow here, but when do I ever do slow stuff?