Character Interview Interrogation
Conducted By Steven (The REOTE)
With:
Cathy (Demon Hunter)
Place: Rome – Secure Location
Time: 6:15
Steven’s Fingers pressed Play/Record on the
black device.
“This is an Interview with Cathy Hudson at
approximately” he glances at his watch “Six fifteen” his beady eyes turn to me
and I want to scratch them out of his head – in no mood of him.
“Cathy how long have you known Abigail
Thornton?”
“Too long” I reply in a dry tone causing
his jaw to clench, so I roll my eyes and answer “Four to five years” God he was
wound up tight tonight.
“Have you ever noticed anything” he pauses
trying to draw this out. Drum roll please.
I wanted to tear my hair out and clog my eyes with it. He was too annoying to
watch. This was going to be painful.
“Unusual about her?” he finishes. I snort
at that, a smile crossing my face, and then I drop the smile, when I see his
greedy eyes light up.
“Yeah. Sure our Abigail is unusual” I stop,
hold still and watch his eyes search my face.
He wants dirt on her, yet he doesn’t want to ask. Show no weakness his
eyes scream. I smirk and his left eye twitches. God what a freak. I nearly feel sorry for this guy his obsession
with Abigail is driving him mad. I lean into him and whisper “you want her secrets?”
his eyes spark at my words. O I am too good. “Okay Steveo” I say and watch his
jaw clench again. “I can call you Steveo?” I question with a raised eyebrow
daring him to contradict me.
“Yes” he bites the word out almost
painfully.
I supress a smile. “What I am about to tell
you Stevo” I pause giving my words more of an effect “Is something no-one knows
about Abigail” I pause yet again, making sure he is lapping it up and he is. “I feel slightly guilty telling you this, and
you may find it hard to believe” he grips his hands together knuckles turning
white, his eyes focused and I could swear, he was holding his breathe.
“Abigail. Abigail always goes Commando on nights out” he lets his breathe out in
an angry puff as I lean back.
“What?” his bark doesn’t shock me; men like
Steven are control freaks and need some serious anger management.
“She doesn’t wear knickers Stevo” his face
is red; I swear steam is leaving his ears. Well I wouldn’t swear my life on
that. He continues to stare, and I can
see the fight he is having trying to control his temper, so I poke him a
little.
“No pants, little whites, you know thongs”
Each word his face is growing redder finally he snaps.
“Get out now” I blow out a breath and get
up giving him a wide eyed look that says Stevo-calm-down-you-freak.
“So where done here Stevo?” I smile, while he
stands, knocking the chair to the ground behind him. He moves towards the door
his back stiff, when he reaches it he gives me on last look. “It’s Steven or
sir” and at that he storms from the Interrogation room.
Hunters
– Taken from Chapter One – The Possession (Abigail)
***
“Where is she?” I asked
as I laid out my roll of equipment on a hall table; it was the only piece of
furniture in the hall so it had to do.
Taking a cross out of
my pack, I poured holy water over it, splashing some on the hall table and the
carpet. A small price to pay for us saving his daughter’s soul. Rolling the
rest back up, I placed it back into my jacket and tucked the bible under my arm.
“This way,” the man
said looking ready to bolt but thought otherwise.
He stood at the third door down the hallway.
Zee placed his hand on the door, and then gave me a nod, letting me know that
we had the right house. I moved towards the door, but before I turned the
handle, I turned back to the man.
“How long has she been
like this?”
I asked as Zee got
himself ready.
Father Peter didn’t give many details, he just
needed me to get there as quick as possible.
Tears filled the man’s
eyes. “A week, maybe two.” At least, it didn’t have a long time to fester.
I gave Zee a nod just as I turned the door
handle and entered the darken room. Light hurts them so I switched it on and
let it flood the space. It was a standard sized bedroom, nothing special about
it. A wardrobe rested against one wall, it once had been white but with time,
it had faded. My eyes moved to the locker that was pine. It was bare of any
ornaments and sat tightly against the single bed that the girl lay on. Her body
was partially naked and her long blonde hair was stuck to her neck with sweat,
I couldn’t make out her features as her face was no longer human looking than
the hands that rested on her swollen abdominal. I turned to the man to give him
a piece of my mind for leaving such a small detail out, but he had bolted,
leaving us here with his pregnant and possessed daughter.
Words of another
language and another time came out of the girl’s mouth, more than likely
cursing us into the ground or into hell.
Zee’s hands moved
robotically, taking items out of his trench coat. He placed two small white
candles on the window sill, but didn’t light them - they were a just in case.
He stayed close to them, but leaned against the wall. He looked so large in the
small room.
“Do you want to do it or
shall I?” I asked.
I always gave him the
option; he did most of the work, but I hated tiring him out.
He gave me the once
over, considering if I was strong enough. “You go ahead. I’ll observe,” he
finally answered.
Moving towards the girl
caused the demon inside her to rev up, making the girl’s body move at all the
wrong angles.
I splashed her with the
holy water. It bubbled up on her skin, the vapor rising and disappearing. A
hiss left her mouth and more words followed. Taking out the bible, I turned to
the page where the most powerful prayer lay, holding the cross steadily in my
hands I started,
We
drive you from us,
Whoever
you may be,
Unclean
spirits,
All
satanic powers,
All
infernal invaders,
All
wicked legions,
Assemblies
and sects.
In
the Name, and by the power of Our Lord Jesus Christ,
May
you be snatched away and driven from the Church of God,
And
from the souls made to the image and likeness of God,
And
redeemed by the Precious Blood of the Divine Lamb.
The sound of laughter
made me stop. As the demon overtook the girl’s face completely. My heart rate
elevated. Zee, quick to act, lit two candles, knowing what was to come as the
light bulb brightened, casting a blinding light in the room before it exploded
and small shards of glass flew across the room. I covered my face, protecting
it from the onslaught of the flying glass. Small cuts across my hands stung and
warm blood slid slowly across my fingers. I took my hands away, ignoring the
pain. The flames from the small candles that Zee had lit danced across the room
but gave little light. Not being able to see fully, always made a possession
more frightening, no matter how many times I did it, it never got easier.
“Aaabbbiiigggaaaiilll,”
the demon hissed inside the girl, slowly stretching my name, but I heard it. My
body responded, causing me to stumble back, never before had a demon or spirit
spoke my name. I stood paralyzed.
“Abigail,” this time it was Zee who called my
name and I could hear the warning in his voice.
I needed to continue. I sucked in a deep
breath and wiped the blood from my hands onto my jeans. I started the prayer
again, saying it faster, and louder. My voice trembled slightly. I felt shook
up after hearing that thing say my name. The demon inside the girl roared to
life and squirmed with a voracity that shook the bed savagely. The bed’s thin,
wooden legs slammed into the carpet, the noise drowning out my words, but I
didn’t stop, I couldn’t stop for fear of what might happen. I continued as a
few pictures fell from the walls, their frames snapping with the impact and the
glass shattering across our feet. The curtains billowed now from an unseen
wind. The bed continued to move rapidly. And the large wardrobe shook
violently. Its doors swinging open and closed, the sharp bang lifting my heart
every time. Zee stood protecting the candles from the breeze that raced through
the room, carrying the foul stench of an unwashed body. I spoke louder closing
my eyes, forcing myself to stay focused, even against the activity in the room.
I clung to the cross. As my grip tightened it caused my cuts to bleed, coating
my hand once again. I could feel the cross slipping and soon my hand was empty.
The slamming of the wardrobe doors was getting faster and louder. The bed hit
the floor harder, the wood snapping against the strain, small splinters of wood
breaking free, and scattering across the floor.
Then everything ceased,
silence fell upon the room, my breathing moved in and out of my nostrils,
sounding so loud in the dead silence.
“Dad?” The one word was
filled with fear and confusion and had come from the young girl; her voice
broke through my numbness and fear.
I moved towards her
slowly, looking at her face. She looked normal again, pale yet terrified, but
normal. I smiled the best I could at her confused face, hoping to give her
comfort. She met my eyes with big blue ones of her own, ones she must have
inherited from her mother as her father had those muddy brown eyes, a ray of
freckles covered her nose and cheeks making her look like she was only about
sixteen. She was so young to be pregnant.
“Hi, my name is Abigail
your dad called us, you were sick,” I said
She looked around the
room for her father. I gave Zee a nod to go get him and he hesitated, looking
at the girl for a moment.
“It’s fine, Zee. She’s
okay,” I assured him.
He left hesitantly at
my words.
“What’s your name?” I
asked, moving closer, trying to halt all the questions that I knew must be
going around in her head right now. Once someone was possessed, they could
never remember the ordeal. It was for the best or lots of people would never
sleep again.
“Lucy,” she said, still
looking around the room that was only lit now by candle light.
“Lucy, that’s a pretty
name,” I said, she was looking at me as if I was crazy.
“What are you doing in
my room? And why is everything such a mess?” she asked, looking at all the
frames and shattered glass on the carpet. A logical question, yet I had no
logical explanation.
“How far are you gone?”
I asked, looking at her stomach, trying to distract her until her dad got there
and he could come up with whatever story he wanted to. She looked down at her
belly after hearing my question and her cheeks lit up when she realized she was
half-undressed. Fear and confusion filled her face.
“It’s okay, Lucy.” I
didn’t get to finish as she started to scream while kicking her legs and
pulling the remaining blankets off her, blood started to soak the sheets.
“My baby!” she screamed
as Zee and her dad entered the room. I rushed forward, grabbing the blanket; I
needed to stop the bleeding, her stomach rippled and I had to blink twice to
make sure I was seeing what I was seeing. A hand formed, pushing its way
against her stomach, reaching out to me, stretching her skin almost to breaking
point. I fell back off the bed, away from the hand, while pulling the blanket
with me. The bed started to levitate.
Lucy’s screams and her
father’s pleas to save his daughter made the room swarm around me. “Abigail,
Abigail,” the voice danced around me, I covered my ears. “No. No!” Zee’s feet
rushed past me and he jumped up on the bed, fighting the hysterical flailing
arms that Lucy threw around as her stomach stretched and moved at abnormal
angles. The demon had attached itself to the child’s soul. I snapped out of my
daze. The cross lay on the ground, its gold surface now tainted with my blood.
I grabbed it and jumped up while holding onto the cross for dear life as Zee
placed his hand on Lucy’s stomach, a gust of air ripped through the room,
throwing everything into chaos. The candles hit the carpet and distinguished
almost immediately, leaving us in darkness. I couldn’t move for a moment, but
could only watch as light poured from Zee’s fingertips, blinding all of us.
Sound ceased to exist at that moment, while everything around us continued to
shake. I could feel the ground under my feet vibrate. Through the light, I
could see Lucy was still alert, her mouth open as she screamed in fear and
agony. Her eyes wild, the veins bulged in her neck as she continued to scream
soundlessly. It was like watching a movie with the sound on mute. A large crack
raced down the wall behind the bed, just stopping at the skirting board, and
then the room went dark. The world stopped shaking.
“Lucy, sweetheart, talk
to me,” her father’s frightened whispers reached my ears. I opened my eyes as
Zee came to me and his strong arms pulled me into a tight embrace. His smell,
his warmth calmed me. His heartbeat pounded against my ear, bringing me back. I
looked up at him.
“Are you okay?” he
asked.
I nodded, but I was anything but okay.
I pulled away and stood
on trembling legs, making my way to the bedroom door. Once I opened it, light
flittered into the room. I looked at Lucy, her body lay still. She looked snow
white against the blood soaked sheets.
The father’s face
turned to us tears stricken and red with anger. “What have you done to my baby
girl?”
I didn’t reply, but
took out my phone, ignoring the trembling in my hands, pausing before making
the call. I turned to Zee. “Did we lose the baby?” I asked, he nodded his head,
and a pang twisted my heart. “The girl?”
“She’s alive,” he
answered and left the room.
I pushed the button and made the dreaded call.
Hunters
Book One
Aoife Marie Sheridan
Genre: Paranormal, Romance
ISBN: 9781495430725
Word Count: 62,000
Cover Artist: Airicka’s Mystical Creations
Book Description:
Abigail is nineteen, her job she hunts demons.
Her life so far has been tough, having witnessed her family’s death and her mother’s suicide she’s taken in by a priest, who believes her when she says she sees ghosts. Father Peter trains her as a demon hunter with three other members, one being Daniel, who isn’t what he seems.
But when a possession goes wrong, and ghosts start to attack Abigail, the tight rope she had on her emotions soon starts to loosen.
Abigail draws the unwanted attention of the Vatican, and she finds out a lot more then she was willing to learn.
Knowledge is power, but for Abigail it’s her undoing, and the only thing keeping her together is Daniel.
About the Author:
Aoife Marie Sheridan has loved reading from a very young age, starting off with mills and boon's books, given to by her grandmother her love for romances grew, by the age of 14 she had read hundreds of them.
Aoife had a passion for writing poetry or in her eyes her journal entries. It was something she did throughout her teens and into her twenties. Aoife won first place for two of her poems and had them published at a young age of just nineteen. Realising she needed to get a real job (What writing isn't) she studied accountancy and qualified working in that field for many years, until her passion for reading returned and she found Maria V Snyder. Poison study one of her favourite books has been read and re-read countless times.
Aoife's first book Eden Forest (Part one of the Saskia Trilogy) came to be after a dream of a man and woman on a black horse jumping through a wall of fire and the idea of Saskia was born. Now with her first novel published and taking first place for Eden Forest with Writers Got Talent 2013, Aoife continues to write tales of fantasy and is currently working on her third book for the Saskia Trilogy amongst other new works.
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