Notes of a madman

#7. Curse of my family.

I walk stiffly to the fire. 

In a pile of burnt paper, I see a shard of glass. 

What am I doing? What the hell am I doing? Baal? Was it even him? 

My mind screamed and screamed for help. 

"Why do you believe Mary?" 

Soon I'll be free and fly away ... 

— Tobias!—Peter grabs my hand.—What a hell you doing? Are you crazy?— 

I look at Brady, my eyes clouded. 

— I shouldn't have believed you at all...—

—Tom! Mary!—Hanging on to my arms, Peter called out loudly to the rest of the group by their first names.

 This is not my strength! I just can't physically be that strong! And I'm talking nonsense... 

— Whoever goes after her will die...—up to the base, I drive the shard into his stomach. I throw the limp man away. 

He's a weak obstacle... 

Pain and heat somewhere in my hip- Peter hit me with a burning log. 

Mary, waking up, jumped up and put the cross to my chest. 

The skies were thickening, everything was getting darker, darker and darker ... 

Perez opens the burnt bible. It seems to me that I saw her once upon a time... 

 — You i***t! Are you going to drive the demons out of me, you dead exorcist?! It's not a demon! It's me, it's not a demon!—I don't recognize my own voice. 

— Exorcizo te, immundissime spiritus, omnis incursio adversarii, omne phantasma, omnis legio, in nomine Domini nostri Jesu Christi eradicare, et effugare ab hoc plasmate Dei. Ipse tibi imperat, qui te de supernis caelorum in inferiora terrae demergi praecepit. Ipse tibi imperat, qui mari, ventis, et tempestatibus impersvit. Audi ergo, et time, satana, inimice fidei, hostis generis humani, mortis adductor, vitae raptor, justitiae declinator, malorum radix, fomes vitiorum, seductor hominum, proditor gentium, incitator invidiae, origo avaritiae, causa discordiae, excitator dolorum: quid stas, et resistis, c*m scias.—

 Everywhere, on all sides I hear this prayer. 

— Christum Dominum vias tuas perdere? Illum metue, qui in Isaac immolatus est, in joseph venumdatus, in sgno occisus, in homine cruci- fixus, deinde inferni triumphator fuit. Sequentes cruces fiant in fronte obsessi. Recede ergo in nomine Patris et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti: da locum Spiritui Sancto, per hoc signum sanctae Cruci Jesu Christi Domini nostri: Qui c*m Patre et eodem Spiritu Sancto vivit et regnat Deus, Per omnia saecula saeculorum. Et c*m spiritu tuo. Amen.— 

My body is hot, and I'm shaking with fever. 

— I'm not leaving! I am eternal! I will live again!— I struggle out of Tom's strong arms, screaming wildly, madly... blood pouring from my eyes. 

Peter is still alive, it seems ... 

... when my mind and my body are once again mine, I run to the place where I saw my father recently. 

— You don't know what you're doing, Toby! You've joined our enemy...— 

I punch him in the face. 

One time. 

One more time.

 And yet ... 

He doesn't immediately begin to respond to my blows, it's even strange where his strength has gone. 

Now I understand. 

I learned how not to listen. I raise my stigmatized hands high and press my palms against his face. 

The pseudo-Charlie burns out fast, and I know now that I won't see him again.

 I laughed hysterically for a long time and cried, cried when I couldn't laugh anymore... 

Tom and Mary ran out of the thick branches and rotten leaves. 

The two of them stared at me in utter shock. 

— What?—my fear arrived on a late train. 

I looked into the puddle as I walked back to the fire. I had a view... 

Crazy is even an understatement, and the hair color has changed. 

They were now even whiter than snow. 

— Great...—Peter gasped, and fell to the ground, coughing. 

His immutable white shirt was soaked through with blood, and his face was white. 

Mary let out a cry of pure, indescribable pain, in which she literally put all her remaining strength. 

Falling into the mud beside the man, she picked him up as best she could. 

— Nooo! Pete... Peter, don't leave me! Peter!—tears roll down her dirty face. 

— Cold... So cold... Mary... Mary... I do not see you...— 

Peter Brady was now dead. His brown eyes were glazed.

Mary looked at me with a look of hatred.

 It felt like she was going to pull that shard out of Peter's stomach and drive it into my heart. 

We were silent for a long time. 

I couldn't stand that look anymore. 

— I'll have to do something I didn't want to do.—Hamilton said suddenly, looking at me, still glaring at me. She carried Peter under the tree, which cost her a lot of effort, and took out the yellow, faded leaves from her oversized backpack. — I'll do it. It doesn't make sense for me to exist in this world anymore anyway. If all goes well, we'll be together again, my love...—she leaned over and kissed Peter on the forehead.—Tom, you're going there with Tobias.the searing gaze returned to me.—He can still make mistakes. Tobias, I know I shouldn't be mad at you...—the pain was back in her eyes.—I can't say that to my heart...— 

Mary began to recite a spell loudly and suddenly lightning struck the fire ... 

- Run!!!! Tom, take Peter!—the girl shouts in the dark. 

We lost to Baal. 

The human world is dying. 

But I know what I have to do. 

Only I wonder how ... 

Oh, our salvation! Not in the way I wanted it to be... Rusted trailer! 

* * * 

— Father Perez, place crosses at every corner. Tom, find the knife in my backpack. We need to act quickly now... There is no time...—the brunette's eyes were blank now, her voice expressionless. 

She crumpled the pages a little with the shirt they'd been wrapped in before, then took the knife from her best friend's hand. 

I felt uneasy when she resumed the spell. 

The trailer shuddered as someone slammed into its walls. 

I had heard Sumerian in movies a long time ago, and what Mary was saying now was very similar to Sumerian. 

She picked up the knife from the floor, looked at the black handle, carved with symbols, and I heard Baal's frantic pounding on the door and on the walls. 

I shuddered as Mary took the knife in both hands and plunged it not far from her heart. Blood quickly ran down her clothes, dripping scarlet drops on the floor, mixing with her tears. 

— Tobias, destroy our curse! Tom will help you...—Mary shouted, looking at us.—No more time! Father Perez, stay with me!—

 It was as if a lake of blood was forming in the wall. Droplets of blood formed a portal. 

I stepped in there at the very last moment, and yet I was drawn to turn around... 

The trailer was torn to pieces, everything there was consumed by fire... 

Black fire ... 

Twinkle twinkle little star... 

Where did we end up? 

Where are we? 

 THIS IS NOT THE END.