did…”
Frustrated,
Duncan licked his lips and inside steamed like a latched kettle.
“Listen, Agent, I get it, but this jackass is as
crazy as they come. He won't say a thing; it's a waste of your time, my time.
We should just fry him right now.”
Duncan
wasn’t going to get anywhere with the cop, but that didn’t keep him from
trying. He opened his mouth to speak, but Amanda pushed between him and the
officer.
Delicately
she placed her hand on the officer’s and gave it a good old fashioned squeeze.
“Please, just a few short questions. It won’t hurt anyone if he doesn’t say
anything, will it?”
His eyes
locked with Amanda’s and a strange sensation overcame her. She felt the energy pulsing down her arm into the cop. Her
mind buzzed with rich colors and just when it couldn’t get more intense, Amanda
was blinded by a flash of light in her inner most eye. She saw this cop as just
a boy playing in a field. A sweet vulnerable boy who was open to mind
manipulation.
Her
insides turned to jelly as she let go of the officer’s arm. He sighed and
slipped the key from his pocket. “You have a few minutes, but that’s all I can
spare, Ma’am.”
Duncan’s
eyes narrowed. “That’s Agent Benson to you,” he muttered, but Amanda just
smiled her thanks as the steel door was unlocked. Then, one by one, they
stepped through, leaving the cop outside to guard the entrance.
“Did
you...how’d you change his mind?” Mike asked.
That
wasn’t what she did…was it? Amanda couldn’t admit to something she knew nothing
about.
“They
don’t call her the closer just for nothing,” Duncan said, but his voice was
laced with worry. Amanda sensed he didn’t feel as jovial as he pretended, but
it wasn’t hard to see why. So distracted by Duncan’s emotions, it took a moment
for Amanda’s eyes to fall onto Ron.
The steril room had white walls with white sheets on
the bed. Ron sat in white pajamas, white socks, and even white shoes. The place
must go through bleach like some people went through the water . Ron rocked back and forth on the bed,
his arms tight around himself, mumbling.
“I’m
coming for her. I won’t be stopped. You have to stop me.” He said it once and
then as if on an automatic loop, he just started saying it again.
And
again.
Duncan’s
face sank as low as his spirit. It came off him in a bundle of waves, but he
didn’t see what Amanda did. For all intents and purposes, he was alone, but a
black haze of smoke misted around Ron. It almost took form, with long tendril-like fingers snarled around his form.
Purple eyes blinked in the middle and whatever this was, it was no simple
demon.
It was a
curse. A mark left on his soul.
Duncan
started toward the bed. Amanda touched his arm. “There’s something at work here
that is dangerous. It has a hold on him. Be careful.”
He gulped
and Mike opened his bible. Making the sign of the cross, he started to read a
passage. Duncan strolled over to Ron and sat down on the edge of the bed with
him. Ron rocked back and forth harder, faster. His face scrunched as he fought
the urge to cry.
“Ron,
buddy,” Duncan’s voice threatened to reveal his true pent up grief. “What
happened at the bar? I know this wasn’t you, so why don’t you tell me…”
Ron’s
eyes squeezed shut and he only repeated what he had said when they first
stepped into the room. “I’m coming for her. I’m not going to stop. You have to
stop me.” The more he said it, the more urgent his voice sounded.
Duncan
glanced over at Amanda for guidance. “Any ideas how to break through to him?”
Amanda
didn’t, but then she stared straight into Ron’s face and saw the terror. The
way his eyes ticked left and right. The buildup of anxiety, frustration,
loneliness. He wanted to speak, Amanda was sure of it, he just couldn’t. Not
with the mist of the curse strangling the life out of him.
“I’m
coming for her. I’m not going to stop. You have to stop me.”
Her
Frustrated,
Duncan licked his lips and inside steamed like a latched kettle.
“Listen, Agent, I get it, but this jackass is as
crazy as they come. He won't say a thing; it's a waste of your time, my time.
We should just fry him right now.”
Duncan
wasn’t going to get anywhere with the cop, but that didn’t keep him from
trying. He opened his mouth to speak, but Amanda pushed between him and the
officer.
Delicately
she placed her hand on the officer’s and gave it a good old fashioned squeeze.
“Please, just a few short questions. It won’t hurt anyone if he doesn’t say
anything, will it?”
His eyes
locked with Amanda’s and a strange sensation overcame her. She felt the energy pulsing down her arm into the cop. Her
mind buzzed with rich colors and just when it couldn’t get more intense, Amanda
was blinded by a flash of light in her inner most eye. She saw this cop as just
a boy playing in a field. A sweet vulnerable boy who was open to mind
manipulation.
Her
insides turned to jelly as she let go of the officer’s arm. He sighed and
slipped the key from his pocket. “You have a few minutes, but that’s all I can
spare, Ma’am.”
Duncan’s
eyes narrowed. “That’s Agent Benson to you,” he muttered, but Amanda just
smiled her thanks as the steel door was unlocked. Then, one by one, they
stepped through, leaving the cop outside to guard the entrance.
“Did
you...how’d you change his mind?” Mike asked.
That
wasn’t what she did…was it? Amanda couldn’t admit to something she knew nothing
about.
“They
don’t call her the closer just for nothing,” Duncan said, but his voice was
laced with worry. Amanda sensed he didn’t feel as jovial as he pretended, but
it wasn’t hard to see why. So distracted by Duncan’s emotions, it took a moment
for Amanda’s eyes to fall onto Ron.
The steril room had white walls with white sheets on
the bed. Ron sat in white pajamas, white socks, and even white shoes. The place
must go through bleach like some people went through the water . Ron rocked back and forth on the bed,
his arms tight around himself, mumbling.
“I’m
coming for her. I won’t be stopped. You have to stop me.” He said it once and
then as if on an automatic loop, he just started saying it again.
And
again.
Duncan’s
face sank as low as his spirit. It came off him in a bundle of waves, but he
didn’t see what Amanda did. For all intents and purposes, he was alone, but a
black haze of smoke misted around Ron. It almost took form, with long tendril-like fingers snarled around his form.
Purple eyes blinked in the middle and whatever this was, it was no simple
demon.
It was a
curse. A mark left on his soul.
Duncan
started toward the bed. Amanda touched his arm. “There’s something at work here
that is dangerous. It has a hold on him. Be careful.”
He gulped
and Mike opened his bible. Making the sign of the cross, he started to read a
passage. Duncan strolled over to Ron and sat down on the edge of the bed with
him. Ron rocked back and forth harder, faster. His face scrunched as he fought
the urge to cry.
“Ron,
buddy,” Duncan’s voice threatened to reveal his true pent up grief. “What
happened at the bar? I know this wasn’t you, so why don’t you tell me…”
Ron’s
eyes squeezed shut and he only repeated what he had said when they first
stepped into the room. “I’m coming for her. I’m not going to stop. You have to
stop me.” The more he said it, the more urgent his voice sounded.
Duncan
glanced over at Amanda for guidance. “Any ideas how to break through to him?”
Amanda
didn’t, but then she stared straight into Ron’s face and saw the terror. The
way his eyes ticked left and right. The buildup of anxiety, frustration,
loneliness. He wanted to speak, Amanda was sure of it, he just couldn’t. Not
with the mist of the curse strangling the life out of him.
“I’m
coming for her. I’m not going to stop. You have to stop me.”
Her
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