Jeremy Chikalto and the Demon Trace (Book III of The Hazy Souls) by T.S. DeBrosse
Authors: T.S. DeBrosse
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electricity. "Ah!" He concentrated on his breathing. Slowly, the
glow faded and, trembling, Jeremy hobbled into the emergency room.
"Help!" he called out. "I'm bleeding pretty bad here!"
A nurse ran to him from down the corridor.
"What happened? What's your name?"
"Apollyon," he blurted out. He immediately
wanted to take it back.
"Excuse me?"
"Is it bad? Am I going to lose it?" Jeremy
tried to seem as frantic as possible and pulled his shredded arm to
his chest. But the loss of blood was real and Jeremy was beginning
to feel it. "I'm going to faint."
"We'll just be up here." The nurse placed a
hand on his back and led him further down the hallway, but then
stopped. "And, I hate to ask, but what's you're assignment?"
Jeremy couldn't take it
much longer and grabbed the nurse and pulled her into the Haze with
him. He stared down at his arm and watched it heal, the blood and
grime dissolving into the Haze. But the spirit animals were
stalking towards him, eyeing up the woman. His demons, too, drew close to the life-force. Jeremy pulled the nurse out from the Haze and sat
with her in an empty room. "Hello," he greeted her when her eyes
fluttered open.
She slid away from him on the floor. "What
happened?"
"I'll tell you what's going to happen.
You're going to show me where you keep the antibiotics."
The nurse's eyes widened
as she tried to make sense of recent events.
"But — your arm!"
She gasped at the sight of his healed flesh.
"Yes, I know. But where do you keep the
antibiotics." Jeremy was growing impatient.
"I can't tell you that. What is your
assignment?"
Jeremy palmed his forehead. Why do people
insist on the hard way? "Lady, I don't belong here. I'm a thief.
I've come from outside your walls, and I'm going to steal some
antibiotics." He frowned; his presentation was all off.
The nurse scrambled to her feet. "Just let
me go, please." The nurse reached for the door, apparently about to
let herself go.
Jeremy ran over and slammed his hand on the
door to keep it sealed. "Consider this a hostage situation."
"If I tell you where the antibiotics are,
will you let me go?"
"You'll tell me the wrong location, so
no."
"Are you going to hurt me?"
Jeremy's dance wasn't going anywhere, so he
decided to escalate things. "Appear, demons." A circle of dark
figures appeared around Jeremy and his hostage. She screamed and
crumpled into the fetal position on the floor.
"I control these demons. Tell me where the
antibiotics are or I'll have them rip you to pieces." Jeremy
strained to keep his words and his will separate, lest the demons
act on his empty threat. "I'll know if you're telling the
truth."
The woman was wailing now between irregular
breaths. Jeremy leaned in. "I'll let you go if you tell me where
the antibiotics are."
"They're down the hallway!
There's a storage closet on the left — the light should be on! There'll be
guards! Please let me live!"
"There won't be guards, trust me." Jeremy
stepped over the woman and walked out into the hallway. He was met
by a wall of running guards. They lifted their guns to him, but
Jeremy simply willed a wall of demons forward and the guards broke
ranks, a few firing a shot before they scurried away. Soon the
hallway was empty. Jeremy jogged over to an unmarked door. The
light was on. He opened it and stared in wonderment at all the
shelves, intricately organized yet completely foreign in content.
He began to read the labels on the medicine containers until he
recognized one. "Amoxicillin, perfect." Jeremy swiped an armful and
then tossed them behind the air and into the Haze. He hesitated for
a second and then began tossing medicine at random into the Haze.
The other side of the room had gauzes and medical tape, so Jeremy
availed himself of the opportunity. That's when he heard a whimper.
He stopped and looked around.
The whimper stopped briefly, but he had
already spotted the pharmacist's shoe poking out of a large
cabinet.
"Hey, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt
electricity. "Ah!" He concentrated on his breathing. Slowly, the
glow faded and, trembling, Jeremy hobbled into the emergency room.
"Help!" he called out. "I'm bleeding pretty bad here!"
A nurse ran to him from down the corridor.
"What happened? What's your name?"
"Apollyon," he blurted out. He immediately
wanted to take it back.
"Excuse me?"
"Is it bad? Am I going to lose it?" Jeremy
tried to seem as frantic as possible and pulled his shredded arm to
his chest. But the loss of blood was real and Jeremy was beginning
to feel it. "I'm going to faint."
"We'll just be up here." The nurse placed a
hand on his back and led him further down the hallway, but then
stopped. "And, I hate to ask, but what's you're assignment?"
Jeremy couldn't take it
much longer and grabbed the nurse and pulled her into the Haze with
him. He stared down at his arm and watched it heal, the blood and
grime dissolving into the Haze. But the spirit animals were
stalking towards him, eyeing up the woman. His demons, too, drew close to the life-force. Jeremy pulled the nurse out from the Haze and sat
with her in an empty room. "Hello," he greeted her when her eyes
fluttered open.
She slid away from him on the floor. "What
happened?"
"I'll tell you what's going to happen.
You're going to show me where you keep the antibiotics."
The nurse's eyes widened
as she tried to make sense of recent events.
"But — your arm!"
She gasped at the sight of his healed flesh.
"Yes, I know. But where do you keep the
antibiotics." Jeremy was growing impatient.
"I can't tell you that. What is your
assignment?"
Jeremy palmed his forehead. Why do people
insist on the hard way? "Lady, I don't belong here. I'm a thief.
I've come from outside your walls, and I'm going to steal some
antibiotics." He frowned; his presentation was all off.
The nurse scrambled to her feet. "Just let
me go, please." The nurse reached for the door, apparently about to
let herself go.
Jeremy ran over and slammed his hand on the
door to keep it sealed. "Consider this a hostage situation."
"If I tell you where the antibiotics are,
will you let me go?"
"You'll tell me the wrong location, so
no."
"Are you going to hurt me?"
Jeremy's dance wasn't going anywhere, so he
decided to escalate things. "Appear, demons." A circle of dark
figures appeared around Jeremy and his hostage. She screamed and
crumpled into the fetal position on the floor.
"I control these demons. Tell me where the
antibiotics are or I'll have them rip you to pieces." Jeremy
strained to keep his words and his will separate, lest the demons
act on his empty threat. "I'll know if you're telling the
truth."
The woman was wailing now between irregular
breaths. Jeremy leaned in. "I'll let you go if you tell me where
the antibiotics are."
"They're down the hallway!
There's a storage closet on the left — the light should be on! There'll be
guards! Please let me live!"
"There won't be guards, trust me." Jeremy
stepped over the woman and walked out into the hallway. He was met
by a wall of running guards. They lifted their guns to him, but
Jeremy simply willed a wall of demons forward and the guards broke
ranks, a few firing a shot before they scurried away. Soon the
hallway was empty. Jeremy jogged over to an unmarked door. The
light was on. He opened it and stared in wonderment at all the
shelves, intricately organized yet completely foreign in content.
He began to read the labels on the medicine containers until he
recognized one. "Amoxicillin, perfect." Jeremy swiped an armful and
then tossed them behind the air and into the Haze. He hesitated for
a second and then began tossing medicine at random into the Haze.
The other side of the room had gauzes and medical tape, so Jeremy
availed himself of the opportunity. That's when he heard a whimper.
He stopped and looked around.
The whimper stopped briefly, but he had
already spotted the pharmacist's shoe poking out of a large
cabinet.
"Hey, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt
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