Darcy's New Father, a short story by SeanGambit91. Date added: 2011-01-03. Times viewed: 1110.
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He saw her from the top of the basement stairs the basement before she saw him.
“Darcy what happened?” Trent yelled, frozen in horror.
Darcy lay in at the bottom of the stairs in the fetal position unresponsive and shaking.
“Darcy!” Trent yelled again.
Darcy then looked at him with a glass stare in her eyes. Trent ran down the stairs and fell to the floor and cuddled with his girlfriend. She still shook but seemed to ease in her boyfriends arms.
“Darcy what happened here?” Trent asked.
“He’s out to get me Trent,” she said in almost a whisper. “You have to help me. He’s going to kill me, he won’t leave me alone.”
Then Darcy, still in Trent’s arms, turned to look at him. Her eyes were blank, white and her pupils had disappeared. Trent was startled by this, but still held her in his arms. Tears of red blood began to stream from her eyes.
“Oh my gosh Darcy, What happened to you?” Trent asked starting to get scared
Darcy looked to the side of the room and sat up right very quickly breaking out of the arms of Trent. She pointed to one of the corners of the basement. She let out a blood curling scream.
“Stay away from me!” Darcy screamed cowering to an opposite corner.
Trent looked to the corner where she was looking and didn’t see anything. He then scurried to his girlfriend picked her up and ran up stairs.
He placed his girlfriend on the living room sofa and called Darcy’s parents on his cell phone. The phone rang for a while and it didn’t seem they were going to pick up, or it could have been that he was just too anxious. Finally he heard a women’s voice.
“Hello, Mrs. Trek. Um there’s something wrong with Darcy. Are you close?” Trent said on the phone frantically.
“Oh Trent it’s so nice of you too be checking up on us. You should check on Darcy she’s probably lonely right now she’s been working so hard at school this month,” Mrs. Trek said happily the phone which was choppy and the reception extremely bad.
“Were on a plane Trent so we have to turn off the phone, we’ll talk to you later,” Mrs. Trent said and she hung up the phone.
Trent couldn’t tell Darcy’s parents. Trent was kind of surprised he was even able to reach them. He knew they would be on the plane.
Trent looked over at his girlfriend. She was writing on a piece of paper with both her right an left hand she looked up at Trent with a blank stare and then went on writing on the paper on the living room table. Trent froze looking over at his girlfriend. He ran his hand through his long brown hair. Then he walked towards Darcy to see what she was writing. It was some unknown language. Darcy seemed calmer than before and her mannerisms seemed different.
Trent started to shiver. It was getting cold in the house. It was so cold that he was starting to see his own breath.
“What’s going on” Trent asked himself.
Trent gently ran his hand through Darcy’s hair again. He removed a few locks of strands from her face. He would do this from time to time. He knew he couldn’t wait for Darcy’s parents to come.
“I’m going to take care of you Darcy.”
Darcy looked up at Trent with her blank stare her eyes welling up with more tears of blood.
“Help me Trent” Darcy said softly
He then turned from Darcy and began to search for where he had tossed his keys. Then right when he turned from Darcy he heard a low grunt. He paused, his back facing Darcy.
“A demon possesses your friend,” a deep croaky voice hissed at Trent.
Trent turned around slowly to see an old man in a black hooded robe whispering in Darcy’s ear.
“My father beckons me to kill you!” Darcy said with her strange deep and dark voice almost sounding like she yelled.
The old man looked at Trent, his eyes consumed with black. The old man smiled mysteriously. Darcy did a pushing motion with her right hand and Trent was knocked down to the floor by an invisible force.
Trent felt a sharp pain in his chest when he hit the ground. Questions swarmed around Trent’s head. Who was the strange old man? What was he telling Darcy? and was what Darcy had just said and done even possible ?
All of the sudden all the lights in the house shut off and there was an eerie pitch darkness.
“Darcy what’s going on!” Trent yelled his voice trembling still very confused about this situation.
Trent tried to get up but there seemed to be this onerous force that kept him still on the ground.
“You should be proud my father Lucifer wants you dead,” Darcy said with her new demonic sounding voice. “It is a privilege.”
Trent then felt someone sit on top of him and lean close to his face. He could see the outline of Darcy’s face in the dark, but it was too dark to see any detail. Her eyes were glowing red. He could feel the hot air of Darcy breathing upon him.
“What’s going on!” Trent yelled. Trapped in his paralyzed state, he was becoming hysterical.
“Trent,” Darcy said now in her normal voice, “We can now be together for eternity together as king and queen because of my new father…. our new father.”
Trent tried to yell or say something but nothing came out of his mouth. He couldn’t speak. Nothing came after what Darcy had stated plain and dull to him. Nothing happened but pain, absolute pain. Slow writhing that made Trent want to scream but he couldn’t. He felt his bones crushing. Darcy was ripping him to shreds as if he were a piece of paper. Trent bled profusely. Each moment seemed to be slowed down .Trent was now in a pool of his own blood. He heard laughing that seemed to be from the old man.
“Are you pleased by this,” Darcy said in her new demonic voice again.
“I will be once the deed is done,” the old man said.
Through the pain Trent comprehended the conversation. He then felt a kind of sensation which seemed to ease him in his pain. He then felt a sharp pain to his heart.
“The deed is done father,” Darcy said.
Trent heard those words and cringed. Something had made Trent conscious of that complete an utter pain that would ultimately kill him. Knowing his death was inevitable he counted his last few heartbeats in his head as he heard them loudly like a loud drum. 1, 2, 3…..and then nothing.
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