The following evening….
From somewhere to my left came Billy"s scream of frustration and anger, but there wasn"t much I could do about it. I"d spent the last ten minutes getting pummeled by a possessed man; he was about my age, but much bigger and much stronger. Linebacker comes to mind. I had managed a few well-placed round-house kicks and a series of body-blows, but he just kept coming. As big and strong as he was, he was also pale and sickly. I"d seen him vomiting earlier, but none of that mattered because his illness was caused by the demon that had complete control of him, and that demon would force the unwitting man"s body to fight to the death.
I hated having to physically hurt these poor possessed souls, but at that point, it was me or him—his demon was so adept at keeping the ma
