[Grover City Police Station - 4:02 PM]
SIGH
Francis sits on a bench in the corner of a holding cell. With nothing but his clothes and cross, he sits waiting in anger.
Why am I still here? I could be out hunting demons, but these idiots can't understand that I'm just trying to do my job.
The officer monitoring reads a book and glances at Francis in intervals. Francis being blinded by anger doesn't notice that he glanced over, when Francis finally notices, he quickly looks away. He lowers his head and bends his body forward while sitting. He folds his hands together and begins praying the Our Father.
"HEY!"
As he is praying, he is interrupted by the officer monitoring him.
"Stop all that mumbling, if you're praying say it in your head or something."
Francis's veins in his forehead begin popping. "That, bastard," he thinks. "I'll take him to God as soon as I'm outta here. I'm going to kill him, stopping me from praying to my Lord. How dare he!" Francis rises up from the bench in anger, he steps forward, turns around and begins kicking the bench furiously.
"I'll tear you limb from limb! You'll die praying that you never crossed me!" Francis screams aloud letting his thoughts out in the open.
The officer's jaw drops to the ground along with his book. This guy is a priest, he thinks, I never knew that priests had anger issues.
"Hey, call down. You can pray out loud. I don't mind it, in fact I'll listen to one of your homilies."
Francis keeps kicking the bench cursing the officer with frequent profanity in between the curses. However it soon stops when Francis's string for his cross comes untied around his neck.
CLINK
The metal cross hits the floor, and Francis stairs at it with a look of despair on his face. He looks around the holding cell, then towards the officer. "Officer. I need my gun."
"Your gun? Are you insane, I won't be giving you that."
"Please. There is something I need to kill in here."
"Don't tell me you are trying to commit suicide. I'll go in there and sit on you if I have to-"
"You fat fuck! Get that grease out of your ears and listen! I said I need to kill something, not me!"
After his explosive retort, a low growl is heard in the holding cell sending chills down the officer's back. "What the hell did I just hear," the fat officer says standing up.
"Shit, it's already here. I need my gun! Quick!"
"First tell me what I just heard."
Francis tightens his fist and his face grows red with fury. "IT IS A GOSH DAMN DEMON!"
As he says this a small, dark reddish humanoid figure, the size of an average 3 year old boy, jumps on his back, coming from seemingly nowhere. Francis shakes the demon on his back off, then rushes to the bars of the holding cell. "I need my gun quickly!"
The demon gets up, and rushes to Francis's leg, crawling up from his ankle to his head. He desperately attempts to take it off his head, but fails, he stumbles all around the holding cell. Knocking into the bench, a sink, and a small shelf.
The fat officer is frozen, watching the young priest try to fight off a demon. He analyzes his situation and decided to take his gun out, aiming at the demon. However, Francis's stumbling caused the officer to struggle with aiming at the demon. He breathes in, time seems to stop for him, the demon is in his sight, he breaths out. Pulls the trigger.
BANG
The gunshot echoed throughout the station. Blood drips onto the ground of the holding cell, next to some bits of Francis's hair that was ripped out by the demon. "Shit," the fat officer says shocked at his shot. Francis grows in anger, as he screams out in anguish. Francis drops to his knees slowly, grabbing onto his left shoulder, cursing the officer even more. "HOW THE HELL DID YOU MISS-"
Before Francis could finish his sentence, the demon enters his wound, once it is fully inside his body, the bullet is spit out of the open wound. The wound is then healed, but Francis continues to scream in pain. He stops screaming and moving, then covers face, "Please, get me my gun quick, the bullets too."
"W-what just happened. Did that thing just go inside you."
Francis looks up at the officer, revealing his face. His eyes were slowly being consumed with darkness, his mouth foaming, blood dripping from his nose, blood bursting from different parts of his body, and the veins on his neck visibly appearing. "I. Am. Resisting it. As much as I can. It's gonna possess me within a matter of minutes. I need my gun. HURRY UP!"
The officer scared for his life, walks back slowly, into another officer who came to investigate the gunshot. "What in the hell is going over here. Is that criminal okay...." The officer looks at Francis resisting the demon's possession. He feels cold, but he continues, "He clearly needs to go to the hospital. Call the ambulance." The officer walks over to a nearby wall that had a first aid kit on it. He then grabbed the keys from the fat officer who was still frozen with fear. "Come on man! Go call the ambulance!"
The fat officer snaps out of his fear and runs to call the ambulance. The other officer unlocks the cell, and opens the door. "Stay back," Francis says with his hand up trying to stop him. "Sir, please stop resisting, I am here to help." The officer inches closer, one hand carrying the first aid kit, the other on his gun. "You can't help me! Just bring me my gun!"
"Calm down," the officer gets close enough to Francis to touch him. The officer kneels down next to Francis and sets down the first aid kit. He opens it with one hand, the other still on his gun. Now up close the officer is freezing cold with a hit of unknown fear. He unconsciously shook, as he applied first aid to Francis. "M-make any sudden movements and I will not hesitate to shoot you."
Everyone here are idiots, I'm being possessed and no one is getting me my gosh damn tools to exercise it. This is making me frustrated, but I can't let my negative thoughts get the better of me. It'll take me completely over if I did let it get the better of me.
As Francis thinks this, his left arm falls under complete control of the demon. His arm twitches a little, which alarms the officer, who stops treating Francis. Quickly dropping the bandages, and ointment in his hand and standing up. He quickly takes out his gun, takes a step back and aims it at Francis. Francis looks up at the officer, "All of you are the same."
Francis rises up, the bandages that were applied to him fell off. His bleeding had stopped and his eyes had completely turned dark. "You just pull out a gun and shoot at everything and anything that scares you, right? You are fearful, but that fear causes others to feel fear or completely pissed around you." A wide creepy grin lays on Francis's face, he hysterically laughs. "Thanks to you pissing this priest off so much I possessed him."
Possessed Francis looks at his hands, "I feel so powerful. I can become a named demon after killing this one."
BANG BANG
Two bullets enter Possessed Francis's chest. However within seconds the bullets fired fall to the ground alongside the officer's cold sweat. There are no holes left in Francis's chest. "You monster!"
BANG BANG
Another two shots, but to no avail.
BANG BANG
CLICK CLICK
"Well officer, it seems like you have no more ammunition. Ciao!"
Possessed Francis begins leaping at the officer, but blood suddenly begins dripping from his side, stopping him from moving. "What just hit me. It came from outside the cell...." He looks outside the cell, the fat officer holds Francis's holy weapon, his arms shaking. "It hurt him," the officer inside the cell says.
The demon becomes angry, looking at the floor of the fat officer. A bag, a bible, and a wallet. "NICE SHOT FATTY!"
The demon screams with a demonic roar under it. "How are you getting back control!"
"Shut up demon!"
Francis's eyes loses its dark tint, he quickly rushes at the floor of the fatty and opens the bag. Bottles of glass fall out, labeled with 'Holy Water'. Francis takes off the cork and downs the holy water. The demon distorted screeches are echoed throughout the station, as the demon leaves Francis's body. Burn marks all over it's body.
Francis pants, takes a deep breath then gets up from the floor. He grabs his gun from the fat officer and turns to the demon. "Congratulations demon you made me pissed off instead. You are the 7th demon to have attempted to possess me and the closest too."
The demon cowers in fear as Francis takes aim at it. "Fatty. Since you are not of a holy title or person that shot lacked power."
BWANG
A controlled beam of light is shot from Francis's holy weapon, piercing the demon's leg. "Now that is a lot of damage." Francis flips his gun in the air in front of him, he catches it with his other hand and begins barraging the demon with shots.
Once Francis is out of ammo, he flips the gun to his side, the demon being completely vaporized. Walking back to his belongings on the floor, he picks them up with a smile. "That dumb ass demon had it coming to him." The two officers are stunned at Francis's violent display and the fact that an actual demon attacked.
Within seconds Francis could hear the clicks of guns, he puts his hands up and walks past the fat officer. He is surrounded by cops all aiming at him some with blood lust.