Wow, Okay. So, two nights ago, Sal was possessed by that demon who was killing the college kids in the cul-de-sac house. He was well aware of what he was doing and was banking on Gemma and myself to save him. Well, who knew it would be all that interesting!
So, Gemma and her crew come over the next night and speaks to Sal about the necessity of cutting his ties to his “benefactor” and Spot which, to everyone’s surprise, he does! Then, in her special brand of high and almighty, suggests (demands) that we do this elsewhere as the institute house is full of bad stuff. (This is mostly paraphrased as I was enjoying a guilty pleasure.)
Smith Danielson (I don’t remember which it is anymore) volunteer’s a safe house up north a ways. God’s right hand says it is perfect with few neighbors less than a few miles away any screams or other noises will be unlikely to draw attention. So, after Rollo (one of Gamma’s crew) cleans his shorts and gets himself decent, we head out.
We get to the cabin and Smith picks the lock to the front door (yeah, that’s what we were thinking). He proves it is his by producing a couple passports with his pictures and several rolls of $20’s nearing several grand.
We check the place out to find a suitable room to excise the demon. A bed with wrought iron head and foot boards was found in a bedroom and the firmness was not tested by me in front of Rollo. It would have wrecked him, but the thought did cross my mind…;)
We emptied the room of the rest of the furniture and zip tied Sal down. Gemma told us not to do anything without her say-so, with her eyes on me I suspected it was critical that I not do my healing unless she directs.
Then the exorcism began. I couldn’t tell you everything that happened, nor would I want to. There were screams, blood, crap, flies and maggots, ickor, burning spittle and Rollo blowing chunks… Yeah, Sal may be a smooth talking pretty spark and I may not be living a celibate life but, after this ordeal, he will not be sharing my bed.
An interesting point of fact, at some point there was a knock at the door of this cabin. Seems Janowitz cowed his partner into tailing us into the great north because we were as likely to be planning on killing someone as going for a calming vacation. Fortunately, Jack was there to antagonize the old cop into looking the fool in front of his partner. They left not having been present for the screams or smelling the bouquet of vomit, blood, demon crap and everything else we were basking in.
We (Smith) cleaned up while Jack and I made Gemma’s crew uncomfortable… Ok, I lay down, still feeling the pains of what I took from Sal. We stayed the night and left for Minneapolis in the morning.
As I told Gemma before, Sal is worth trying to save. Whether he is saved from the demons he follows is mostly up to him, but I will be there until the end. He is worth saving.