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Camp Torment Part Two
Zack glared at his brother who was laughing yet again.
"What's so funny, fiend?"
Kevin stared straight at Zack his face contorting in a rictus of fury.
"My name is Jakuth. I am a lord in Hell. Other demons bow and scrape at my feet. You should have the same respect. YOU SHOULD FEAR ME!"
Zack gulped. This was too much for a 16 year old kid who just wanted to write heavy metal songs and maybe be famous one day.
"I wish I'd never found that stupid book. Then this wouldn't be happening."
"Well poor little Zack. Feeling sorry for yourself will make no difference. Especially as Kevin thinks I'm his imaginary friend, Jojo. He won't resist me now. I am in complete control. So to answer your question, Zack. That is what is so funny."
Jakuth laughed his guttural laugh all the more making Zack feel utterly, desperately hopeless.
"Come down for tea you two," their mother called up to them.
Zack panicked. "Don't hurt them, please."
Jakuth grinned. "Don't worry. I won't reveal myself just yet. I want to keep you on your toes. You won't know what's going to happen when."
"I hate you!"
"Good. This ain't a popularity contest."
****
They went down to the dining room and sat at the table. Their father was already sat there and their mum brought in their plates in each hand. Jakuth noticed her clerical tunic with its dog collar round her neck and recoiled in horror. A frightful sound came from him and he dropped his knife and fork with a clatter. Everyone stopped and looked at him. Jakuth thought quickly noticing the brussel sprouts on the plate along with the roast beef, peas, carrots, roast potatoes and gravy.
"Kevin, what on Earth is the matter," his mother asked.
"You know I hate sprouts, mum. How many times do I have to tell you."
"Don't speak to your mother like that, Kevin. I won't tolerate it. Now eat your food."
"Yes, dad. Sorry mum."
"Apology accepted. Now let's enjoy a nice meal shall we," she said as she sat down.
Jakuth's eye met with Zack's. Zack was struggling to hold it together. He was going to be a liability. Maybe he needed to have an accident of some kind. Then again watching him writhe and squirm with the torment of it all was too fun to pass up on. Jakuth would let him live a little longer.
Discovering their mum was a priest was unpleasant. And almost gave him away. He was going to have to play things carefully.
"Are you all packed and ready for Canadian Saints church camp tomorrow, Kevin?"
"Fuck!"
"Kevin! What on Earth has gotten into you? Swearing like that. That's not like you. You love church camp."
"Yes. I really love church camp. That's why I can't believe I forgot about it. I'll go and pack now." He jumped off his chair and ran up stairs.
"That's no excuse for swearing, Kevin."
****
In Kevin's room Jakuths thoughts raced. Of all the families he could've ended up with. Of all the places he'd had to go to, this had to be the worst. Zack really was a black sheep. And he'd summoned him to hang out with a bunch of God loving, bible thumping, do-gooders. It was all he could do not to make his head spin and projectile vomit everywhere. "I want to go back to Hell." Then again, tormenting innocent little Christian children and pious, pompous, prick, grown ups could be the most fun he'd ever had. Jakuth began going through Kevin's clothes so he could pack.
****
What kind of trouble would Jakuth cause at the church camp, Zack wondered. Those poor kids. He couldn't leave them to that kind of fate. But how the hell do you stop a demon? He had to do some research and come up with a plan. He just hoped he wouldn't be too late.
****
Lying in bed Jakuth was reconsidering his thoughts about keeping Zack alive. He wouldn't be around to keep an eye on him now. And that he couldn't have. Zack had to die. Jakuth rolled out of bed and quietly headed downstairs to the kitchen. He glanced around until he found what he was looking for. Next to the microwave was a knife block holding a set of colour coded knives. The handles were all different colours. Red, orange, light green, bright blue and bright pink. Jakuth was disgusted. Even the fun deadly stuff in this place was all colours of the rainbow, happy, happy, happy, puke, puke, puke. He shook his head then grabbed the red knife, the colour of blood. Then he crept back upstairs and sneaked into Zack's room. He tip toed towards the bed raising the knife, reaching out his hand, pulling down the bed covers so he could look into his eyes before he killed him. But instead of Zack's sleeping body there lay a pillow in his place. Jakuth looked up and noticed the open window. Zack was gone. Jakuth felt a burning rage well up within him as hot as the inferno's of Hell itself. “Son of a bitch!”
****
The door opened and Zack's older brother stared at him. “In trouble again, huh, Zack.”
“Yeah. Thanks for letting me stay here, John.”
“What are big brothers for? Right kid?”
Zack smiled. “Right.” He walked in, breathing a sigh of relief. “Can I use your computer, please, John?”
“Sure, go for it. I'm going to bed.”
****
Next morning Kevin was dropped off at the Canadian Saints camp. They'd gotten up early for the three hour drive. Jakuth looked around at the clusters of cabins, their rooftops covered in snow the same as the ground. Nearby there was a woods that stretched into the distance where huge mountains overlooked the camp. A flag pole stood tall, the red and white Canadian flag blowing in the breeze, the maple leaf at it's centre. Jakuth sneered at the patriotism. So much fuss over a piece of land. Humans really needed to get over themselves.
Kevin's dad got his bag out of the trunk and gave it to him. “Thanks dad.” Jakuth said in Kevin's voice. He couldn't stand the sound of his sickly sweet innocent voice. Other kids were arriving as well and their high pitched vocals grated on Jakuth's nerves also. Whatever havoc I wreak while I'm here could not possibly compare to what these little shits are going to put me through, the demon thought.
We'll walk you to your cabin, Kevin, so you can get settled in,” his mum said.
“Okay, mum.”
At his cabin his mum helped him unpack then kissed him on his cheek and said goodbye. Jakuth watched Kevin's parents leave then shuddered in revulsion. “Yuck.”
“Ha! Your mum kissed you, you baby,” one of the boys said laughing at him.
Jakuth glared at him, resisting the temptation to reveal his demon eyes. “You'll regret laughing...
"What's so funny, fiend?"
Kevin stared straight at Zack his face contorting in a rictus of fury.
"My name is Jakuth. I am a lord in Hell. Other demons bow and scrape at my feet. You should have the same respect. YOU SHOULD FEAR ME!"
Zack gulped. This was too much for a 16 year old kid who just wanted to write heavy metal songs and maybe be famous one day.
"I wish I'd never found that stupid book. Then this wouldn't be happening."
"Well poor little Zack. Feeling sorry for yourself will make no difference. Especially as Kevin thinks I'm his imaginary friend, Jojo. He won't resist me now. I am in complete control. So to answer your question, Zack. That is what is so funny."
Jakuth laughed his guttural laugh all the more making Zack feel utterly, desperately hopeless.
"Come down for tea you two," their mother called up to them.
Zack panicked. "Don't hurt them, please."
Jakuth grinned. "Don't worry. I won't reveal myself just yet. I want to keep you on your toes. You won't know what's going to happen when."
"I hate you!"
"Good. This ain't a popularity contest."
****
They went down to the dining room and sat at the table. Their father was already sat there and their mum brought in their plates in each hand. Jakuth noticed her clerical tunic with its dog collar round her neck and recoiled in horror. A frightful sound came from him and he dropped his knife and fork with a clatter. Everyone stopped and looked at him. Jakuth thought quickly noticing the brussel sprouts on the plate along with the roast beef, peas, carrots, roast potatoes and gravy.
"Kevin, what on Earth is the matter," his mother asked.
"You know I hate sprouts, mum. How many times do I have to tell you."
"Don't speak to your mother like that, Kevin. I won't tolerate it. Now eat your food."
"Yes, dad. Sorry mum."
"Apology accepted. Now let's enjoy a nice meal shall we," she said as she sat down.
Jakuth's eye met with Zack's. Zack was struggling to hold it together. He was going to be a liability. Maybe he needed to have an accident of some kind. Then again watching him writhe and squirm with the torment of it all was too fun to pass up on. Jakuth would let him live a little longer.
Discovering their mum was a priest was unpleasant. And almost gave him away. He was going to have to play things carefully.
"Are you all packed and ready for Canadian Saints church camp tomorrow, Kevin?"
"Fuck!"
"Kevin! What on Earth has gotten into you? Swearing like that. That's not like you. You love church camp."
"Yes. I really love church camp. That's why I can't believe I forgot about it. I'll go and pack now." He jumped off his chair and ran up stairs.
"That's no excuse for swearing, Kevin."
****
In Kevin's room Jakuths thoughts raced. Of all the families he could've ended up with. Of all the places he'd had to go to, this had to be the worst. Zack really was a black sheep. And he'd summoned him to hang out with a bunch of God loving, bible thumping, do-gooders. It was all he could do not to make his head spin and projectile vomit everywhere. "I want to go back to Hell." Then again, tormenting innocent little Christian children and pious, pompous, prick, grown ups could be the most fun he'd ever had. Jakuth began going through Kevin's clothes so he could pack.
****
What kind of trouble would Jakuth cause at the church camp, Zack wondered. Those poor kids. He couldn't leave them to that kind of fate. But how the hell do you stop a demon? He had to do some research and come up with a plan. He just hoped he wouldn't be too late.
****
Lying in bed Jakuth was reconsidering his thoughts about keeping Zack alive. He wouldn't be around to keep an eye on him now. And that he couldn't have. Zack had to die. Jakuth rolled out of bed and quietly headed downstairs to the kitchen. He glanced around until he found what he was looking for. Next to the microwave was a knife block holding a set of colour coded knives. The handles were all different colours. Red, orange, light green, bright blue and bright pink. Jakuth was disgusted. Even the fun deadly stuff in this place was all colours of the rainbow, happy, happy, happy, puke, puke, puke. He shook his head then grabbed the red knife, the colour of blood. Then he crept back upstairs and sneaked into Zack's room. He tip toed towards the bed raising the knife, reaching out his hand, pulling down the bed covers so he could look into his eyes before he killed him. But instead of Zack's sleeping body there lay a pillow in his place. Jakuth looked up and noticed the open window. Zack was gone. Jakuth felt a burning rage well up within him as hot as the inferno's of Hell itself. “Son of a bitch!”
****
The door opened and Zack's older brother stared at him. “In trouble again, huh, Zack.”
“Yeah. Thanks for letting me stay here, John.”
“What are big brothers for? Right kid?”
Zack smiled. “Right.” He walked in, breathing a sigh of relief. “Can I use your computer, please, John?”
“Sure, go for it. I'm going to bed.”
****
Next morning Kevin was dropped off at the Canadian Saints camp. They'd gotten up early for the three hour drive. Jakuth looked around at the clusters of cabins, their rooftops covered in snow the same as the ground. Nearby there was a woods that stretched into the distance where huge mountains overlooked the camp. A flag pole stood tall, the red and white Canadian flag blowing in the breeze, the maple leaf at it's centre. Jakuth sneered at the patriotism. So much fuss over a piece of land. Humans really needed to get over themselves.
Kevin's dad got his bag out of the trunk and gave it to him. “Thanks dad.” Jakuth said in Kevin's voice. He couldn't stand the sound of his sickly sweet innocent voice. Other kids were arriving as well and their high pitched vocals grated on Jakuth's nerves also. Whatever havoc I wreak while I'm here could not possibly compare to what these little shits are going to put me through, the demon thought.
We'll walk you to your cabin, Kevin, so you can get settled in,” his mum said.
“Okay, mum.”
At his cabin his mum helped him unpack then kissed him on his cheek and said goodbye. Jakuth watched Kevin's parents leave then shuddered in revulsion. “Yuck.”
“Ha! Your mum kissed you, you baby,” one of the boys said laughing at him.
Jakuth glared at him, resisting the temptation to reveal his demon eyes. “You'll regret laughing...
