How Did This Happen Chapter 4

Chapter 4

reminder of the clones that are here: Rex, Denal, Bud, Buddy, Coric, Jayfeather, Jesse, Hardcase, Christian, Max, Tracer, and Blaze

Me: hello everybody I'm baack

Me: thank you Quay. We have a special Guest in our starting word today.

Rex: Hello everybody!

Fangirls: (scream)

Rex: (shuts door)

Quay: What is he doing here.

Me: don't start quay he's here for a reason.

Rex: I needn't say. Spottedpelt does not own starwars the clonewars nor Ghost Adventures only Bud, Buddy, Max, Tracer, Jayfeather, Christian, and Blaze

Quay: What, I do the disclaimer not you!

Rex: Quit your wining Daquaiveon. You didn't want to last time.  Also there are a lot of pov switches this chapter so try to keep up.

me: I could've done this in the story's pov but i like it better this way. and please don't start argueing we have a chapter to get to.

Both: Fine.

Shaquitta's pov

That was creepy. It was. First the footsteps then the possession. I don't think Mr. Burnett, the man in the painting, likes Blaze. He resides upstairs, and he's never come down. Until now. All I could do was sit their and stare as Blaze was uuum possessed. I had reached over and hit record on the digital recorder that was actually taped to the wall. I was going to replay it tonight. Besides that i knew i needed to contact help, and i knew just who to call.

I was worried about the clones. Mr. B has never came downstairs. Never. I wonder why now. He seemed to have a hold on Blaze. Blaze was different from the others. Anti-social. He spent most of his time reading. Wonder what he's reading.

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Blaze's pov

I could feel two people next to me one recognizable. Coric was the other was a cold, evil presence. That thing that tried to take over me. I opened my eyes. What I saw nearly scared the guts out of me. A man standing next to my bed. The man from that painting. His eyes were glowing a reddish color his clothes covered with blood. "Go away," I wanted to yell but my voice came out as a low whisper, but i hadn't needed to say the words for no sooner than when I thought them he was gone. His presence still lingered. I heard the words whispered in my ear," you will not escape alive i will follow you where ever you go."

Those words bothered me all the while when Coric was examining my back, again. I stood very carefully and walked out of the room and into the living room. There were four guys in there now. I didn't know them. Rex was sitting on the couch alongside Denal and Tracer who was massaging his ribs gingerly. I had to remember to apologize to him. It really wasn't my fault because he had control of me. Yet, I still think it wise to apologize.

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Shaquitta's pov

I had contacted G.A.C. (Ghost Adventures Crew) who I'd happened to be close with having participated in one of their lockdowns.

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Zak's pov

We had received a call from ours who said someone had had a demonic possession in her home. So we're here to investigate. See if we can draw this demonic entity out.

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Quay: Wait what's a demon?

Rex: We should have him arrested for breaking into the story.

Me: here's the definition Quay

de·mon ="[dee-muhn]
noun
1.
an evil spirit; devil or fiend.
2.
an evil passion or influence.
3.
a person considered extremely wicked, evil, or cruel.
4.
a person with great energy, drive, etc.: He's a demon for work.
5.
a person, especially a child, who is very mischievous: His younger son is a real little demon.

And If you interupt i am going to have to send you to time out.

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Shaquitta's pov

Since I had a lot of time on my hands I decided to go shopping and I was going to take Blaze with me one way or another. I went back to my room and pulled on my shoes. Then I dug through my closet for something that Blaze could wear. I mean he couldn't go out in public wearing his fatigues. Well, he could but people would stare. I hate people who stare; it's impolite.I fianally found something that would most likely fit him.

To get him to go was simple: First, tell them i'm going out and need someone to go with me. Then... that's it. Rex will say Blaze can go. Things always work like that.

And surprise it worked out just like that but Blaze wasn't happy.

As I followed Blaze out of the door I paused in the door," Hardcase touch my cupcake and you will be in serious trouble. Snack packs are in the fridge."

I have a feeling there won't be anything left in my refridgerator when we get back.

I was hungry. I was sure Blaze was too, seeing as he hadn't eaten anything all day. I decided I would stop at Subway and get us footlongs! I did stop, and I did get footlongs, but Blaze said he wasn't hungry. (Really strange, huh?) I just told him that he could eat it later. He sat there staring out the window. He looked pallor. At the next stop light I reached over and laid a hand on his forehead. He wasn't running a fever, but I could tell he had a bad headache.

" Are you okay, Blaze?" I asked gently.

He was quiet before he answered, " I feel sick. It's like I don't have any energy, as though it's all been drained."

The light changed to green and I turned left towards the mall. The hospital was also by the mall should Blaze need a doctor or something happened. The mall was another hour from my house. I live out in the country. " You can sleep. I'll wake you when we get to where we're going." Blaze was already dozing. His color seemed to returned in his sleep.

As I pulled into a parking space at the mall, I gently shook Blaze awake. He woke on high alert. " We're here." I said cheerfully. He looked out the window and his eyes widened.

" Out there, with all those people?" His voice was a terrified squeak. I laid a hand on his shoulder.

" Hey they're just people. You'll be okay. We go about our business; they go about theirs." I said simply, but it wasn't as simple as that.

He was afraid. He was out here with all these people and no one knew him and he did not know them. He was here without his brothers. No one to have his back. Well, I had his back, but he didn't really know me. He kept close behind me as I entered the J.C. Penny section of the mall. After we found clothes, mainly shirts, I'd take Blaze by the arcade. I had plenty of jeans. My dad had been a pretty muscular man based on his buisness, J.B. Watts Bushhogging and More. I had taken up the buisness when my dad became very sick. I was thinking that I might introduce Blaze to my family.

" So what's your favorite color, Blaze?" I asked. I think that red would suit him.

He chuckled, then said," I've never really thought about it. I'd probably say orange or yellow."

" I bet I can guess what Tracer's is. It's pink of course." I said enthusiasticly.

He laughed, " Well Rex's is most likely blue. I still wonder why he chose to dye his hair blonde."

Now it was my turn to laugh," Maybe his hair is blonde and he dyed his eyebrows black."

" Why would anyone want to do that?" He asked laughing so hard he could barely get the question out.

" Because they want people to think that they have black hair but it's really blonde." I said between laughs. After we calmed down we went to get something to eat because Blaze said all that laughing made him hungry.

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Blaze's pov

Even though I had said I was hungry, I picked at my food. I suddenly felt sick. I felt like I was going to throw up, and I had a very bad headache. Shaquitta laid a hand on my shoulder. " Are you alright? You look kind of pale."

I shook my head. " No, I've got a headache. I'll be alright." I said. She gave me a look of concern but, thankfully, didn't push it.

We finished our food and proceeded on our search for clothes. As we were looking for a shirt for Tracer, Shaquitta asked me a strange question.

" How did you get your name?" I thought for a moment before I spoke.

" My real name is Fireblaze, but everyone calls me Fire B. or Blaze. I got my name because of my temper. Sometimes when I get mad I don't have control of my actions. It's like I blaze up all of a sudden." I shook my head lightly. The headache was back and worse than before. I pressed my hands against my head.

" You're not looking to good. Come on. Let's pay for this stuff and head back." She said softly.

I nodded. I began to shiver slightly. Shaquitta noticed because she pulled off her jacket and draped it over my shoulders. Back in the truck I laid my head back and slept, but it was a horrible sleep. I was seeing the same thing. That man in the picture. In his final moments.

I whimpered in my sleep and Shaquitta gently shook me awake. " You okay?" She asked me gently. I didn't reply.

I wanted to go home. I was tired of these dreams and waking up in a panic. I wanted to go home...