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Bal had lost it he blamed Beeman, Hennesy, Chaz, and John. They haunted him with their wailing voices, and the way the temperature drops when they where there, and then there was the demon him. All his old attitude, and sharp tongue now manifested itself into a ghost like being, that often snapped and yelled at him to get it together. At the current moment it was yelling at him to fight back, because Gabriel was drowning him, in the tub…again.
"Come on you dumb bastard fight back!" screamed the demon Balthazar, at Bal who shoved and flailed finally getting Gabriel off, after punching her in the face. "That a boy, fights, bite, and punch!" Balthazar encouraged Bal, who smiled a little at the encouragement, but it was quickly gone when he heard Gabriel scream in rage. "Please stop I-I d-didn't mean i-it" Bal begged, and pleaded but instead of being hit, Gabriel just took off and after the slam of the bathroom door, he heard the slam of the front door. Bal felt tears well up and began to frantically pull at the chain beginning to wail, Balthazar tried to shut Bal up by yelling at him, but gave up when it seemed Bal was lost to misery and panic.
John fought the sheets trying to be loose of their tangled grasp, the screams and yelling that awoke him. "Jesus…why cant it stop?" mumbled John, who ran a hand thru his hair, trying to stop the shaking and failing. It had started Sunday and now it was Friday, a whole week of those taunting blood curdling nightmares and it had left John with sleepless nights, not that he really took care of himself in the first place. Barley eating, drinking till he passed out, left John exhausted and run down. It was almost like he had cancer again, every breath a fight, even little things left him exhausted.
He got out of bed and threw on a pair of boxers, before wandering into the kitchen to pour some more whiskey. "Jesus John you really need some help" that caused John to nearly choke on his whiskey, once he got himself under control, he turned to Beeman perched on the counter. "Make some god damn noise next time Bee!" John snapped at his friend, who just chuckled at him. "I try to remember next time mate…You seriously aren't going to see Midnight about those dreams?" Beeman asked, humor gone and blue eyes boring into Johns brown ones, that rolled. "I think showing up to Midnights in the middle of night is a great way to get thrown into that that special little hell he put me in before" John snapped, shuddering at that mess the image of John Kennedy, with that hole in his head and how he held his brain into his skull, drilled into his head. Beeman shuddered at that too and John shot him a look for reading his mind, then took a sip of whiskey it was silent some time, then Beeman spoke "I don't blame you for avoiding Ellie …after what happened last time you crossed her…" that made John flinch, the pain still there from losing all those friends. At least they were alive to hate him.
"Lets drop it and if I promise I'll go to Midnight, can we drop that too?" John pleaded and relaxed a little when Beeman nodded. The nightmare still held onto him and seemed to refuse their hold of him, making him skittish and heart pound. Beeman seemed to notice the way John was acting and looked at his friend in worry, "You alright mate?" Bee asked and John just shrugged, but he knew no he wasn't alright, he was pretty sure that he was having an anxiety attack, something that hadn't happen since his time in Ravenscar.
John sat down and it passed, then Beeman stood their awkwardly unsure about what to do with his friend, who now had calmed himself. "You know the reason we bother you so much, is because we want somebody to come and raise some hell … it can get boring up in heaven, with everyone being so happy and at peace." Beeman mumbled and John chuckled, letting his friend know he was fine. "Heavens boring?" John asked and Beeman scoffed, causing John to smile "A pack of goody two shoes with a stick's shoved so far up their asses, it comes out of their heads" Beeman told John straight faced and John finally laughed. "We need somebody who plays good guy but isn't, it will shake things up!" Beeman told John excitedly, "How did you get up their Bee?" John joked and chuckled, when Beeman shrugged and looked puzzled about it.
That went like that for while, but like the rest Beeman had to leave. John wanted to beg, wanted for somebody alive to talk to, stop this talking with the dead crap but what John didn't know was Midnight, was going to be the one to give him a new roommate.
Bal was trying to break loose, Balthazar was cheering him on. Bal found by accident that his now thinner ankles and wrists, let him slip loose of his bonds and made sure to not get put in the bathtub, that had a collar as well and waited for Gabriel, to leave for work. The collar at his mattress, ripped out by Gabriel's boy toy. Luckily Gabriel's boy toy was gone too, that meant no rape or sexual acts, like the past few weeks had been filled with and nobody could stop him, with what he was about to do. The mornings had been filled with rape, then usually Gabriel and her boy would have sex, sometimes right next to Balthazar's mattress, luckily never on it not that they would want to with the puke, blood, and sweat on it. Then physical torture would start, cigarettes were put out onto Balthazar's skin, he would be flogged with belts or whips, designs would be carved into his skin with a box cutter.
One time he was left in shackles in the bed room that made him stand on his tiptoes, with his arm in the shackles, what was worst was Gabriel left an vibrator in Balthazar and left it in to the point pleasure, became pain. The whole time Balthazar yelled at him to get a grip, while the other ghosts just watched probably enjoying his pain but Bal knew he deserved it, for the torture he had inflicted on them.
Once free of the shackles, since he used a mixture of his blood and saliva Bal began to move haltingly, through the apartment, using his hands as eyes. He cursed colorfully when he smacked into a wall, or made something fall, but refused to stop and think more about this. Thinking would lead to doubt, or that's what Balthazar was saying.
He'd reached the cool tiles of the bathroom, they even colder since Gabriel kept the heat down and even turned on the ac. The only warm room in the whole place, was Gabriel's room and Balthazar was only let in their when raped, or anything else like that. Bal than began to search for the sink, then found it smacking his hand on it, and then began to reach up on it. Bal began to weep when he at first didn't feel it, then thanked whoever when he felt the blade, under his fingers. It cut them a little, but then got the blade in his hand, Bal then drug himself over to the tub and turned on the hot water sighing at the warm water, then pulled himself in to the tub. Bal then shakily began to cut his wrists.
John looked at the apartment building, taking in the dour look, graffiti on its sides and shady people wandering about. Half-breed demons slunk around, whispering in the humans ears probably telling them to go after John, but John wasn't afraid, a slight spell here and a flash of his knuckle dusters here, both human and demons stayed away from the exorcist.
That was good for John, because he probably wouldn't be able to beat off the junkies, on account he probably poisoned himself with alcohol. A year since the mammon thing, a few weeks after the mammon mess he had started dating Angela, she broke up with him a year later, then for the past 6 months he had been pacing around his apartment, drinking every bottle dry wondering why everything had seemed to stop.
He was now in the building and looking about its ruined lobby, sleeping guard. Everything was a mess, but what did it matter to him, he got paid no matter what and of course nobody would file a complaint about him, who needs the police being called over every little thing?
John made his way over to the elevator, hoping it worked and thanking whoever that it did. Nobody gave him a second glance, or at least the few he passed didn't. He came up to the apartment and pounded on the door, surprised there was no crowed or sound but as John thought it over, Midnight didn't say possession just whoever was in here, needed help. John cussed at the fact he didn't notice that before, then swore when he saw the sigils keeping in a demon, either Midnight was losing his touch or something big was happening here and John for the life of him, actually now didn't want anything going on. 'What did you just step into John?' he thought to himself, as he began to pick the lock a sudden thump, caused him to panic and then after a quick look around, decided to just kick the door down.
He drew out a gun and took quick stock of the apartment, finding chains and a lumpy mattress in one corner, which was soiled to the point it made John nearly puke. Blood spattered on the wall and floor, puke was crusty on the mattress, and other fluids spattered the mattress and surrounding areas.
Heavy breathing brought John back to earth and made him turn away, from the jarring sight. He hoped it wasn't a kid and mother the last job that had a similar look and feel, he wound up looking like a hero but John was only able to hear the mother humming twinkle twinkle little star and the child's cries, that on certain nights was on replay, till he feel into a nightmare induced sleep. As John begged for that to not be the case, he found the bathroom and opened the door. He looked in and found an overflowing bathtub, the water was pink and there was a body floating in it, the face was covered by the persons hair. John slipped over to the tub and turned it off, then pulled the guy out of the water and began CPR. It hadn't registered who the person was, until the bastard was coughing up water. John then saw Balthazar's slit wrists and John went to the medicine cabinet, then took out some bandages and went to tape them up, but Bal was panicking and begging for leniency. "Bal shut up it's me John" John growled, but then John stopped and made Bal look at him, who began to cry and say he was sorry, that was as nearly as jarring, when John finally found Bal's human colored and sightless eyes.
John pulled back with a gasp, but John then got everything back together and finished taping up Balthazar's wrists. John then began to drag Bal out of the apartment, shutting down the wards that kept demons in. John began to register until opening the door Bal's aura was completely cut off, nobody not angel or demon, would've been able to feel the demon. The only way Midnight was able to find him, was if Midnight was looking for him. In other words Midnight full well knew who was in trouble, but just didn't tell John much to his annoyance. 'The bastard probably owes him something and only wanted Balthazar alive for that', thought John carrying the demon, who was trying to stand and seemed at a lost about what was going on. "We're going home Balthazar" John told Bal, who just shook his head and murmured they had left home. "That's not home Balthazar" John told Balthazar sternly, not sure why he was saying anything other than curses at the demon. 'Well I might as well forgive Balthazar, Hennesy and Beeman might stop perching about it' John thought to himself, ignoring the voice that said he felt sorry for the demon.
They got to the lobby before alcohol poisoning caught up with John, blood loss with Balthazar luckily the thump they caused was loud enough to catch the attention of the usually sleeping guard, he woke from his nap and then saw the two been both covered in blood, then called an ambulance. "Make i-it stop …" Bal rambled and John groaned trying to get up, but the lobby worker held him down "Don't move man, what happened?" the guy asked and John murmured cut wrists, then blacked out.
Authors note : ...I AM SO SORRY! I had so many things going on with trying to get my grades up and destination imagination practice and writing a play for that... X.X ... okay well enough from me and just btw Bal started his torture a week after the mammon thing as it keeps being called in this... I got to go study again :( later folks