She could feel their energy from blocks away, so she used her powers to lift the door. they came storming in.

“What did you find out,” she asked, without looking up from her book.

“Uh, we found out a lot of shit, none of it good,” Hector said, standing over her. “The lady was ducking useless. Her brain is complete mush.”

Sister Lou scoffed. “She’s not useless, you just scared her!”

“She couldn’t help us find snow in Antartica, she’s fried,” he said, before turning back to Ramie. “We need a plan b. Like a serious one, because that old lady said some disturbing shit before this one over here knocked her out with some nun version of the Vulcan death grip. How are you still reading?”

Ramie put her book down and stood up.

“So you did not find out anything,” she asked.

“Yeah, we found out old ladies are dangerous, and some seriously bad mystical shit is going down!” Hector said.

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I stopped writing this one in the middle. Sorry :X

The books were mostly useless, containing things she already knew (“Demon possession is a metaphysical presence that harbors itself within an unwilling victim.”), and things she knew were not true (“There have been no proven cases of demonic possession.”).

She began to levitate multiple books at a time, utilizing the omniscience of the demon to read them all at once. She could feel the same feeling she’d felt before, a deep, relentless joy. It was tinged with something she knew was not good, not pure, but she let it go. There was no one here to harm. It was safe.

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After not having slept for several years, waking up was a completely new experience.

Ramie jerked awake, the suddenness of it causing her to send a trash can into the opposite wall.

Sitting up on her elbows, she whipped her head towards Hector, who was crouched down beside her.

“Whoa, SuperBabe, it’s ok. We’re friendly.”

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Hector slammed the dumpster lid shut with his full strength. He’d agreed to work a few extra hours this weekend, but for what, really? Maybe $20, $30 extra bucks in his paycheck? Maybe a promotion to cashier?

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“Just tell us what’s going on, Mickey.”

The hunched over lump in the middle of the room made a high-pitched sob.

“Cmon Mickey… We won’t hurt ya,” a few low laughs came from the shadows.

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