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My Dearest Demon
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Apr 16, 2008 12:13PM
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"Carl, honey!" The voice wafted into his room, and Carl gritted his teeth. He hated that voice, the voice of his stepmother. Why couldn't she just leave him alone?
"Carl, lunch is ready!"
Carl groaned and plugged his ears. He'd starve, then.
His stomach rumbled, and he knew he could not ignore his hunger.
"Carl, come down here now. Or you're not going to get any food."
Carl sighed. If he didn't go to eat he'd have to deal with her in his room. And he didn't like her being in his room.
Succumbing to the smell of macaroni and cheese dancing through his room, Carl got up and headed through the hall into the dining room. His stepmother sat there, eating. Carl ignored her and sat down at his own seat, eating in silence.
The macaroni and cheese was thick and gummy, more like half dried glue than food. Carl lifted his glass and drank deeply. Passionfruit juice. Carl suppressed a shudder as he swallowed. He loathed the stuff. Not for its taste, it was very sweet, but because it was the favorite drink of Lola, his stepmother, and he loathed her.
It was, after all, her fault that he was stuck in this wretched soggy wasteland. The sun rarely ever shined through the bleak and oppressing clouds. He missed the sun, its light and warmth. In the time he had been here, Carl's skin had become pasty white, like the skin of all people who lived in this rain cursed land. Nowhere was there to be found the earth brown tan of sun healthy skin. Yes, he missed the sun and its invigorating rays, but even if it showed its glorious face, Carl knew it would not be enough. He couldn't be whole without the warm dry wind of his home. He missed the wind the most. It blew ceaselessly across the hilly country side until it met the red mountains in the distance. That was another thing he missed, being able to gaze at the horizon from a hill top and see in all directions forever. In this place, Carl could see no more than fifty feet ahead of him, his view obstructed by the thousands of abominably tall emerald green trees.
When Carl had first come to his new home, (no it would never be his home, it was Lola's home) he had thought that the never ending green was beautiful. He had never seen so much green, nor in such vibrant hues. But now he hated it. It was like a poisonous stain that only increased with the downpour instead of washing away.
Worst of all, in Carl's mind was his inability to dream the marvelous dreams that he used to dream. He needed sunlight and warmth to dream the beautiful and amazing things that he had before. In this land, his dreams were only dark. Now he only dreamed of silk black ravens and gray wolves skulking and creeping ominously in lightless woods.
His father hadn't asked his opinion on moving here. He just said one day, "son, I'm getting married." the next it was, "son, we're moving in with my new wife."
Where's the justice in that. He had thoughts of running away, he even attempted to run away. His father took him to a psychiatrist.
He had to talk about feelings, and mushy-gushy stuff that guys never talk about. He almost loathed the therapist more than he loathed his stepmother, almost.
"Honey, what's wrong?" Lola asked him. He shuddered inwardly. He hated that voice; they way it was coated with a false, heavy sweetness, as apples coated with fake honey. He turned away from his stepmother and got up from the table, ignoring her calls. Once in his room, he slammed the door and leaned against it, fuming. What had he ever done to deserve this?
I should have been with mom that day. When she died. I should have stayed with her, he thought, then I would be in heaven with her, instead of being stuck with dad down here.
His father was never around. After settling in with Lola he went and got a double shift at some Wal-Mart downtown. He hated staying with his 'stepmom' while his dad went to work. She never really did anything wrong, but that's why he hated her. After being stuck with her for so long he was starting to hate his father.
The sudden realization hit him like a punch in the gut.
He hated his father.
He used to love his father. He didn't love him anymore. He didn't love anyone. There was nobody left to love.
He had to get out of here. He would run away. But this time it would work. He would plan it very carefully.
But where would he go? he thought to himself? Where could he go? He didn't have an answer.
He sighed and lay back on his bed. What is that noise? It was coming from his stepmother's room. He got up to investigate.
Slowly, he cracked open his stepmother's door, carefull not to make a sound.
She was standing there, naked, in the middle of the room. She was performing some kind of dance.
He tried to run. But he couldn't. His feet were frozen as if stuck in blocks of ice. He couldn't even look away. The dance was oddly entrancing.
Suddenly, the performance ended. Lola crouched into a huddle on the ground.
Carl was turning to leave, but stopped. His stepmother's skin was rippling and becominig rough and scaly. Her blonde hair grew shorter and shorter until it was gone and replaced by black tufts of fur and shining silver horns covering her head. Her feet and hands lengthened until they were as long as his forearm.
Once the transformation was complete, she got up with her back to him. Her head turned slightly, giving him a glimpse of her face.
Surpressing a scream, he turned and ran without looking back. Lola was a demon.
Chapter 2
After seeing his stepmom transform it was engraved in his mind, and no matter how hard he tried it would stay that way.
When his father brust in the door that night Carl would tell him of his discovery, but it wasn't that simple, Lola had occupied much of his father's time by just talking, it would be impossible to get his father alone.
As soon as the clock read 10 Carl was told it was late and to go to bed but Carl refused, he wanted to talk to his father. After hearing this Lola was the first to abject and convinsted Carl's father that it was to late and that a growing boy needs his sleep, His father agreed and told Carl with a stern voice to go to bed.
Carl did what he was told and ran up the stairs and slad his door shut. When Carl was all ready and in his bed he started to cry and repeatly said "she is brainwashing him, I hate her".
When he finally stopped saying that it was because his dad was coming in to say good night but Carl couldn't stand to look at his father. Once his father spoke he said "I know you don't like Lola but would it kill you to give her some respect?". Carl looked at him and said "Yes,it would".
Carl's father glared at him. He walked over to Carl's bed.
"You can't have everything, Carl. I know that she isn't like your mother, but you have to try to work with her. She'll never take the place of your mother."
Carl didn't say anything. He couldn't. How the heck could he explain what he had seen to his father? Would he believe him?
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After Carl's father leafed the room Carl sat there in deep silence, what could he do?, his father was clearly not open to talking about Lola or at least nothing negative about her.
What was Carl to do?, he was trapped, he thought for a second and than said to himself with a hushed tone "i guess it is up to me, to make my father see." Than Carl drifed to sleep.
"Oh, Carl!"
It was that voice. That cursed voice that he hated, breaking into his dreams and thrusting him awake. He groaned and turned over. Lola could wait for all he cared.
"Carl! Breakfast!"
This time it was more of a command then an offer, and Carl crossed his arms, as stubborn as ever. He plugged his ears as Lola's calls continued, and he stuck his head under the covers as he heard her footsteps coming towards his room.
When she made it to his room she saw that he was still in bed and pulled the covers off with incredible force.
Carl was scard at this point and when she finally spoke it was truly torture."How dare you not answer me when i call you.", Carl was quick to reply " How dare I?,No, How dare you come into this family and take it over, like my mother. You will never be my mother." Lola was stund and than said "Not for long."
Lola ran out the door she was truly upset. After seeing this Carl was terrified when he saw the anger in her eyes.
Carl's dad came storming in. "CARL!" he shouted. "Don't you EVER talk to you mother like that again! Do you hear me?"
"SHE'S NOT MY MOTHER!" he roared back. "SHE'S NOT MY MOTHER AND SHE NEVER WILL BE!"
Suddenly, before anyone could stop him, he darted past his father and ran out the front door and into the woods. He didn't stop there. He kept running and running until he had left the house out of sight by at least a mile.
He slowed to a fast walk and raised his arms above his head to ease the cramp that had formed in his side while he was running.
Then, out of nowhere, there was a wooshing noise and Lola was right in front of him. Carl started and tried to take off running, but she blocked him every time.
"Come on Carl, honey," she said in a voice that was dripping with a false sweetness "You know you can't get away. You may as well give up and come home."
"This place will never be my home," he growled quietly. "And you will never take the place of my mom. Ever."
Silent and graceful as a cat, Lola appeared behid Carl, and hit him forcefully in the back of the head with a rock. He fell to the ground and his stepmother carried him back, looking innocent as a baby.
When she reached Carl's father she said to him in a fake-worried voice, "I think he tripped and hit his head on something. I found him lying on the ground. I think we had better call an ambulance."
He nodded and reached for the phone.
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Looking around, Carl realized he was in the hospital. The scene in the forest came rushing back to him, and Carl edged away from Lola cautiously, afraid of what she was capable of.
Lola noticed this and threw on a wide, fake grin. "Why, the little devil's awake," she chirped, and Carl felt a pang of dread course through him at her ominous words.
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A shudder ran down his spine at the thought.
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"Oh, simply that our son's awake."
Two things disturbed Carl about that sentence. 1: Lola had lied about saying devil. Which meant she wasn't joking. And 2: Lola had said our son. Not yours. Ours. A sense of foreboding coursed through me.
Father didn't seem to notice. "Carl, thank heavens!" He came over to me. "What happened?"
I glanced at Lola, wondering how much I should reveal.
Carl glanzed at Lola than his father he thought for a moment than brust out "Lola hit me dad. I didnt just fall down." Carl's father was in a daze.
Carl's father couldnt believe it. " Is this true?" he asked Lola. Lola looked at him with the same innicent eyes she gave him before, finally she spoke " Sam it is not true it was just Carl's mind playing a trick on him."
Carl looked at Lola, "you lair!". Lola looked at Carl with those anger driven eyes but this time it was different they were blood RED.
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But his plan had a gaping hole, he realized. How was he going to keep her from killing them once she was in demon form?
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Carl's father looked at him with concern. "What's wrong, Carl? Cat got your tongue?"
Carl almost gasped out loud, because his idiom was so close to the truth. Only one word off. Demon got his tongue.
"N-no, nothing," Carl stammered- Lola was giving him an odd look.
When they finally left the hospital, Carl couldn't have been happier. He kept his thoughts to himself while Lola and his father talked quietly. But when the car stopped in front of his house, before Carl could enter the house, he was surprised by Lola stepping briskly in front of him, her eyes flashing.
Carl looked desperately around for his father, but he had already gone inside. Carl gulped and turned towards Lola in alarm. Her eyes were glaring red and threatening. What was she going to do to him?
"You better check what you do, Carl Lousler," Lola said coldly. This was not the sweet, sugary voice Carl had heard all the time; it was hard, menacing, and calculating, and it made Carl shiver. He preffered her fake sweet voice over this one anyday; at least the sugary one didn't pose a threat with every syllabol. This voice was the kind you would expect to come from a demon.
"You better be careful. Because I'll be watching you. I'll be watching you. And if you step one toe out of line, make one wrong move- then I'll come after you. And then you'll regret that you ever did, Lousler, you will."
With one more glare, she turned around and sped towards the house.
Now alone, Lola's words echoed ominously through Carl's mind, and he swayed with dread. You better be careful. I'll be watching you. And if you make one wrong move...you'll regret that you ever did.
That sentence was stuck in his head and kept replaying over and over, like a broken record.Once they sat down to dinner Carl could barely eat, what Lola had said to him made him to go under his bed and stay there.
" Son are you alright?". "Y-y-yes dad i'm just tired.".
Carl got up from the table, cleared his dish, and went upstairs. He was ready for bed.
Turning out the light Carl thought What if she trys to hurt me in my sleep?. This question kept Carl up the whole night.
Lola had made Carl fear for his life like any normal demon would have done.
But what if she wasn't a normal demon? What if she was worse than a normal demon? Could he have gotten the short end of the stick? Again? Did Lola do something to cause my mothers...death? Carl rolled over and tried to sleep. Tried, but could not.
He sat up in his bed. It was chilly that night, and his window was open.
Did I leave this open? I don't remember.
"Lola," he mumbled.
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Chapter 2
Carl sat bolt upright in bed, looking around in suprise. Was it morning already? The events of last night seemed to have washed away from his brain, for he stretched, got up, and brushed his teeth without further ado. But as he walked down for breakfast and saw Lola sitting there, reading a book, as innocent as possible, it all came flooding back to him. He stared at Lola. Was she the shadow I saw last night? Did she invade my room? What had she done to me?
Instantly Carl felt his head, as if it had changed. Nothing.
Lola looked up from her book. Carl gasped out loud. Her eyes were bright red.
Lola seemed to understand his gasp, and immidiately her eyes turned back to brown. Carl narrowed his eyes. Was it just him, or did she just change her eye color?
"Morning, sweety pie," Lola chimmed, and Carl groaned. Was he going to have to live with this demon for the rest of his life, or was she going to kill him first?
Carl didn't say anything to her. She looked down at her book and continued reading. Carl sighed.He crossed the room to the kitchen. He went to the fridge and pulled out a gallon of milk. Grabbed a bowl from the cupboard, a spoon from the drawer and a box of cereal from on top the fridge.
"Mini-wheats," he sighed. "Again. At least they taste okay, and are frosted."
Carl sat down and poured himself a bowl of cereal. He ate in a rush.
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Carl flinched and turned slowly to where Lola was sitting at the table. "Yes?"
"Honey, don't eat those. They aren't good for you."
A burst of anger coursed through him. Not only does she try to kill me, but she wants to control what I eat, too! "So?"
Her eyes flashed dangerously. "So you will stop eating them right now!"
Behind her words was a veiled threat, and Carl wondered how much she cared about the cereal. With a frustrated sigh, he slammed his spoon down on the table, splashing the milk, and stormed up to his room, not before glimpsing the smirk on Lola's face.
"Clean up this mess you made with the milk!"
"Go do it yourself," Carl hissed, then slammed the door.
He would pay for that later.What does Lola want from me? She's taking over everywhere. Soon she'll be following me to school. School. I'm going to miss the bus!
Carl ran out of his room, grabbing his backpack. He slammed his door shut and ran outside before missing the bus. He heard Lola shout something before he was too far, but he didn't care enough to check.
He made it to the bus stop just in time.
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Carl was thinking on the way to school, could she control my life?, the answer came to him YES.Carl was infearated. He spent the whole day at school acting like a zombie, lifeless.
When Carl came home from school he saw a letter on the porch titled Eve Sender.
Carl was in shock there was no Eve Sender here, or was there?.
"Dad?" Carl called, checking that the house was empty.Fortunately for him it was. Lola had to work today. She might be pregnant, but that didn't keep her from her work.
Carl sighed and pulled out his homework.
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Maybe Lola put it there. And she's taking over my mind making me think about opening it. I bet that's what she wants.Why would dad marry her? She must be able to control him...
Carl finished his homework in record time and ran up to his room.
Finally, a place where I can feel safe. This seems to be the only place Lola can't hurt me. Carl shivered.
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I didn't take it with me, did I? he wondered, confused.
But he realized that he did not.
This scared him. It could either be for two reasons. 1: He did move it without remembering. Or, 2: Lola had somehow managed to move it. A horrid thought entered his mind. Could Lola turn invisible?
That thought scared him. Than out of the corner of his eye the letter started to levitate.Carl's eyes widened. How was this possible. It breaks all the laws of science. Carl thought in silience, well screw science, thats about as real as it gets.
The letter fall on his bed. Carl stared at the letter for a while. He thought about the name on the letter. "Eve Sender."
Carl was puzzled by this. Was Lola Eve Sender?
"Who's there?" he called. "I saw the letter move I did."No one answered.
I'm going crazy. I'm totally insane. Carl shook his head and bent down to pick up the letter. Eve Sender. Well, whoever you are, you aren't getting your letter.
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(can this be the end of the chapter?)
Lola being Eve Sender made a lot of sense to Carl because he didnt know Lola's last name and at this point he didnt know her first name.When carl saw the letter he read it
Dear Eve,
Its been a while. How are you?, I'm fine, Still in the demon realm i'm afraid. I know you told me to change and to go and be somewhere else but its not that simple i mean with the power you have its easy.
There have been really weird things going on here the master is saying that there is a child with power where you are and told me to tell you to search for it and kill it.
So if you hear or see anything you know what to do.
Angelis.
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Hang on a minute! Why was he so relaxed about this letter, the knowledge that Lola wasn't really Lola? And what else had the letter said? That there was a child of power near Lola and she was going to have to kill it. Who was this 'child'? Carl thought back to school, and everyone in it that he knew.
Which one of them will it be? Could it be Bertie? Hank? Pete? Or what about, gulp, his best friend Grant? Or Joan? Please oh please oh please oh please, dont let it be them!
His thoughts were interrupted with a quiet rustling coming from his bed.
"Lola?" he questioned in a nervous voice. "Is that you?"
A gravely voice came in reply, "No, it isn't Lola."
A shiver colder than a cube of dry ice ran down his spine. Lola, or Eve, he corrected himself, appeared out of thin air onto his bed, full in demon form. "It's Eve. Lola is my human name. And as you know, I'm certainly not a human." Eve said, and lept at Carl with a force that shook the entire house.
Instinctivly, Carl put up his hands to shield himself, and Eve was blasted across the room and through the wall.
Carl looked at his hands with amazement for a moment, and then looked up to see Eve charging at him again. Before he was able to do anything, she was inches away. Without thinking, carl ran towards the exit, and Eve was left headbutting the wall right behind where carl had been a half second earlier.
Eve pulled her head from the plaster and said, "So you're the child that I'm supposed to defeat. This should be interesting."
Carl only had a moment to be shocked before she was charging at him again.
He turned and ran, and was out the door and into the woods in ten seconds flat. It was less than a second before Eve was beside him.
How does she do that? It's so unfair! Wait...Did I just block her? What's wrong with me? Lola grinned at him evily. "It'll be so much fun to make up a story to tell your pathetic father." She made her voice a mock horror high pitch, "He...he was there. And then he died." Fake crying. "I couldn't do anything..."
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"AAACK!" Eve screamed.
Carl stared. What did I do? For Eve was lying on the floor, dead. No, not dead. But unconcious.
"I better get out of here before she wakes up," Carl muttered to himself. But where could he go?
Preferring not to dwell on how he had knocked out Eve/Lola, he raced out of the forest as fast as he could. He zoomed past his house, not stopping, knowing that it wasn't safe there. He didn't pause to wonder how he could run so fast. He just kept running.
I think that was a perfect ending to the chapter Sella.Next chapter...
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When Carl stopped running, he was in the middle of- nowhere, it seemed. There was endless brown, dusty barren ground, as if he was in some sort of desert. How did I get here? he wondered. I couldn't possibly have run that far.
Carl stretched his legs.I need a place to sleep. He searched his surrounding.
Deserted. Deserted. Deserted. Deserted. Great! Now what am I going to do?
Carl was a mess, he was covered with dirt,mud and other condomists where ever he was."I'm lost. WELL THATS JUST GREAT.JUST GREAT!"
Carl remined himself he had to remain calm if he wanted to get home. NO Carl couldnt go home because of Lola/Eve.
"What am I going to do about Lola. No Eve. This is to comfusing. why dont I just call her "Demon from hell". Yep i like that one."
Carl chuckled at the thought of the nickname he gave Lola/Eve. It was the first time Carl had been happy, but he knew the happiness would not last as long as "SHE" was alive.
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It occured to Carl was getting really paranoid. Carl started seeing things that were not there before. It was creepy."I have to calm down. If i dont i could get killed."
Soon after he said the word "killed" i thought about what he had just said.Carl realized he couldnt think about death, He had to remain optomistic.
But optomism was tough for Carl at this point. It was like finding a needle in a hay stack,and that needle happened to be inside of "HER".
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Carl glanced around, noticing for the first time how strange it was that he was in a desert when he lived in the middle of a forest. He hadn't noticed the oddity of it before because he had been distracted by the distance he had run, and naming Lola, or Eve, or whoever she, or it, was, Demon from Hell.
Out of nowhere, there was a loud, unfamiliar, echoing sound. It seemed to be coming from the ground. Carl looked at the sand around him, and that was when the ground started shaking. A crack appeared, quickly spreading towards him.
Instinctively, Carl dashed out of the way, and only just in time. The crack shot past where he was standing only a second or two before, and started to widen. Dust rose up all around him. Squinting to shield his eyes, Carl got only a brief glimpse of the Crack. It was very wide, and very deep, and very long, and very red.
Then everything quieted faster than it had begun. The air was muted with an expectancy. Slowly, as if in a funeral, out of the Crack rose a gigantic furry, purple, winged demon with one eye and one horn.
What is that? A one-eyed, one-horned, flying purple people-eater? This supernatural stuff is really starting to get old.
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The purple people-eater eyed him. Carl stared back. The creature opened it's mouth... This is it, Carl thought, my life is over. I'm going to be with mom soon...Oh, how I miss her!
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......and started to sing. "I'm a one eyed, one horned, flying purple-people-eater, one eyed, one horned, flying purple-people-eater, one eyed, one horned, flying-purple-people-eater, and I'm on a diet!" It stopped signing. "What are you doing in my mouth? Don't you know I can only eat plants and cows for another century? You're going to ruin my dieting plan!"
"You can...talk?" said Carl, surprised."Well, duh? That's what I'm doing isn't it?"
Carl stood silent, momentarily baffled.
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The monster sighed with exasperation. "If I did I would have done that already, wouldn't I? Now get out of my mouth! You're making my taste buds water. And I can't eat you, no matter how tempted I am too- I already told you, I'm on a diet!"
Carl snorted. I can see why...Thank goodness. "Where are you headed?" asked the creature. "My names Bill by the way. You?"
"Uh...Carl."
"Uh...Carl, nice name. Very, original."
"No, it's just Carl."
"So, Carl, where are you headed?"
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"I've no idea," he repeated.
"That's great!" exclaimed Bill. "Uh...I mean. You can travel with me.""Where are you going?"
"No idea. I'm just wandering."
Carl thought for a moment, and decided to take his chances with Bill, he couldn't be any worse then Lola.
"'Kay, I'll go with you."
