Demontouched: The Demontouched Saga (Book 1) by Douglas Wayne Page B

car to slowly roll down the hill towards the building. We watch the car as it smashes into the glass windows on the front of the building. I light my lighter and drop it on the trail of gas. The gas ignites and the flame follows the trail, right into the tank of gas.
    The car explodes, sending flaming debris through the parking lot and igniting the front of the building.
    “Ready for this?” Zeke asks, pulling out his bow.
    I nod and we make our way to the building.
    People start exiting the surrounding buildings. Probably trying to see what the commotion is. I pull out my new knife with one hand and the angel blade with the other. I wish I actually kept a gun around for situations just like this.
    As we enter the parking lot we draw the attention of the people out front.
    “Assume they are all possessed. The people that work for Nal are the types the demons look for. The few that aren’t.” He glances over at me. “We can sort after Duncan is dead.”
    Zeke levels his bow and shoots at some of the onlookers. I walk ahead towards the crowd.
    Three guys break off and charge my way. I raise the knife in the air and twist it above my palm. I thrust my hand forward, flinging the knife into the chest of the guy in the middle.
    I pull my hand back, trying to free the knife. His chest raises, but the knife doesn’t budge.
    I guess I’m going to have to do this the hard way. I put both hands on the angel blade and prepare to defend myself.
    The guy on the right tries to hit me with a hay maker, but I duck down, dodging his swing. The other guy wraps his arms around me and brings me to the ground knocking my sword free. I flip around, putting my hands up to protect my face. He reaches back to hit me with a nasty right hook just as I notice one of Zeke’s arrows jutting out of his chest. I push the body off me and get to my feet, squaring up to the last guy.
    He reaches into his coat and pulls out a large hunting knife.
    “Wrong choice, dumb ass.” I reach out and focus on the knife. I pull and twist my hand trying to take the blade from him, but he has a very firm grip on it. I look down and notice he is bearing down on his back foot so I put everything I have into a push, embedding the blade in his chest. He lets out a yell and falls to the ground. Blood starts to pool on the pavement.
    I walk over, pick up my sword, and stick it through his heart. The wound starts to smoke and bubble and his eyes go black before turning completely white.
    One demon evicted.
    I retrieve my new knife and clean it off on the guy’s shirt. I look at the guy’s eyes and see his eyes were also pure white.
    “There should be another entrance on the side. Go find Duncan, I’ll watch the outside,” Zeke says.
    I jog around the side and notice the entrance a few hundred feet away, and then notice the door open. A head pokes out and looks at my direction, then I see a hand reach out and grab the handle to shut the door. I thrust my hand out and focus on the door, hoping it is metal. I push forward and the door flings back, throwing the man holding it on the ground.
    I throw the knife towards the guy on the ground and direct it towards him using my power. He sits up, holds his hands in front of him, and closes his eyes. I stop the knife moments from his face. I have to get some answers.
    “Where the hell is Duncan, asshole?”
    “Duncan? Did they kidnap him too?” His voice is wavering, tears streaming down his face.
    “Kidnap? You don’t work here?”
    “Hell no, man. They are killing us in there.”
    Something is telling me that Duncan isn’t into the drug ops anymore. I start to wonder what I am going to face inside.
    I reach into my pocket and pull out a bottle of holy water. I uncork the top and hand it to the man. “Drink it.”
    “What? What is it?”
    “It’s either your salvation or your damnation. You drink it or I’m going to get creative with my knife.”
    He tilts his head back and drinks the vial. I wait for a few