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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Puppy Kicker" data-source="post: 2630878" data-attributes="member: 20284">Possession11:15 PM, Tuesday, July 20thRiverside General Hospital “Maybe the professor can help us out with this.  I really don’t know where to turn.”  Devin said. Armani, Devin, and Meadow stood outside Rebecca’s room as the doctors worked.  The wounds were severe but they thought she would pull through.  Police had come and gone, interviewing those involved in the shooting and brawl.  Devin had told them that he knew the man who took Lisa and the police had assured him that they would find his sister.  No mention had been made of her super-human strength and cryptic remarks.  The body of the thug Armani had killed had vanished and nobody brought it up.Meadow rummaged through Rebecca’s purse.  “I’m pretty sure Becca had the professor’s number in her cell phone.  I’ll give him a call.”  She gazed in at the doctors working on Rebecca.  “Goddess knows we need to do something.  I can’t just wait here.”“I need to kick some motherf***in’ ass.”  Armani was sitting, slamming his huge fists into each other.  Meadow pulled a cell phone from Rebecca’s purse and started scrolling through some numbers.  “Here it is.  I’ll give him a call and see what he knows.”Armani and Devin looked up at Meadow’s shocked face.  From halfway across the hall they could hear the screaming coming from the earpiece of the cell phone.  “Professor?”  Meadow’s eyes were wide.  “Professor, what’s wrong!?”  She flipped the phone shut.  “He’s babbling, screaming.  I think he needs our help!”Armani and Devin stood.  Devin said “I’ll stay with Rebecca.  You two go see what’s wrong.”  As Meadow and Armani started to leave he grabbed Armani’s shoulder.  “If she’s there… just… don’t hurt my sister.”Armani grinned.  “Couldn’t if I wanted to.  That’s one tough bitch… er… yeah…  I won’t.”Armani and Meadow sprinted to Rebecca’s car. ●“All the lights are out.  I don’t hear anything.”Meadow and Armani stood outside Professor Gallivan’s house in Williamsburg.  It was a picture of scenic suburban life – neatly mowed laws all along a neatly maintained street with neatly detailed vans and SUVs parked all in a row.  Nothing was amiss.Armani started walking towards the front door.  “Let’s break in and see what’s f***ed up in there.  The motherf***er was screaming.  Something’s wrong.”Meadow grabbed him.  “No.”  She pointed at the lighted houses all along the suburban street.  “We can’t just break into this guy’s house.  People will see.”“You’re right.  I’ll break in through the back door.”  Armani jogged around towards the back of the house, hurdling a fence before Meadow could stop him.  She sighed and walked up towards the front door.  A minute later a muffled crashing sound came from the back of the house, and another minute later the front door opened.  “Come on in, witch-lady.”“See anything?”“Nothing between the back door and here.  Some f***ed up noises coming from down the hallway though.”  Armani led the way towards a back room.  From behind a closed door groaning and thumping noises could be heard.  A flickering light seeped from beneath the door.“The professor’s in there.  Something must be wrong.”“Or maybe he’s just f***in’.  Even stuffy old a**holes like him need to get laid sometimes.”  Armani didn’t look like he believed his own words.Meadow slowly twisted the door handle and pushed on the door – it moved an inch and stopped, blocked by something heavy.  The groaning noises got louder.  “Help me with this, Armani.”Armani put his shoulder down and slammed into the door, hurling it open.  His momentum carried him into the room and he almost tripped over Professor Gallivan’s prone form.  “What the f***'s wrong with you?”The professor screamed as he looked up at Armani and then continued what he’d been doing – repeatedly stabbing himself in the hand with a pencil.  Blood poured from his mangled right hand and from several scratches all along his right arm.  The professor was mumbling and groaning as he desecrated his own flesh.  “It knows… it knows too much….”“Stop him!” Meadow shrieked.Armani yanked the pencil from the professor’s hand, but Gallivan was unperturbed.  He began chewing on his right hand, tearing chunks of flesh off with his teeth.  “Mmmmm… tasty knowledge….”Armani sighed.  “Pretty f***in’ stupid for such a smart guy.”  Armani punched the professor on the top of the head and he collapsed, unconscious.“We need to get him to the hosp…”  Meadow keeled over, spewing vomit all over the professor.  “… to the hospital.  Bring him…”  She threw up again.“You are one disgusting b****.”  Armani grabbed Professor Gallivan by the leg and drug him to the doorway.  “When you’re done puking come help me with this a**hole.”  Armani vanished down the hallway, the professor in tow.Meadow was dry-heaving in the corner.  “What’s wrong with me?”  Come to me.“Who is….”  Heave.  “Who’s there?”Take me.  I’m yours.Meadow heaved again and then her eyes settled on the book resting on the professor’s desk.  It was open and the pages seemed to be moving as though a breeze was shuffling them.Yours.“That’s the book from the coven.”  As Meadow approached it the sickness in her stomach increased.  “You… what are you?”Answers.Meadow’s fingers touched the book.  “You burn.”Take me.Meadow slammed the book shut and the waves of sickness ebbed.  “You’re mine.”No voice answered.She rushed out of the house to see Armani trying to stuff Professor Gallivan into the back seat of Rebecca’s little car.  The professor was twisted, quite accidentally, into a yoga position known as the fornicating octopus.  Meadow helped Armani get the prof into the back seat, slid the book under the driver’s seat, and hopped in.“Let’s get him to the hospital.”“I don’t think he’s going to give us any f***in’ answers now.”“We’ll get our answers.”  Meadow’s hand rested on the edge of the book protruding from the driver’s seat.  “Sweet answers.”“Hope so.”  Armani glanced at the professor.  “You think Mary Kay chick’s gonna mind all the blood and puke in her back seat?”</blockquote>

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