Thread: Supernatural-ish ( DudeGuy and Junko )

Finally! An answer! Ivy, listen to me, there - The voice she heard on the other end of the line was her sister's, but that clearly wasn't her sister speaking. That demon had. . .gone and possessed her sister? Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the phone clicked off and she was left listening to the dial tone. She scoffed and threw her phone down onto the floor, listening as it burst open. If she were in the mood later, she'd pick it up and put it back together. Her mind and her thoughts were now on her sister. She couldn't believe that this was happening! Ivy was smart, careful, things like this didn't just happen to her. This demon was cunning. . .underhanded. . .truly sick. It didn't know that it was messing with, perhaps, the most dangerous human being to their kind that walked the face of the Earth. Liz had been learning from their father since she was young about these demons. Physical strength? Special powers? Magic? She could take anything and everything on, with or without a weapon, and she would still win. That's how good she was. Unfortunately for this demon, she was no longer in the mood to be toyed with. She'd get that thing out of her sister's body, and then she would kill it. That's all there was to it. When she arrived at home, Liz jumped out of her car and ran into their home. She pushed the door open, reaching into her jean jacket and grabbing the hand of her gun. Her steps were slow and steady, her eyes carefully scanning her surroundings. As she neared the living room, she pulled the gun out and dropped down low, like cops did when they crept up to a corner. She braced herself and quickly turned, crouching down and she aimed the gun directly ahead of her, sliding across the hardwood floor slightly. That was when she saw her sister standing there before her. No, not her sister, the demon using her sister as it's own amusement park. The tongue that belonged to her sister flirting with the blade of a steak knife as one of Ivy's hands erotically groped her body. Liz knew that this thing was toying with her, putting on a show that it knew would piss her off even more. It was only digging itself a deeper grave. You son of a - Her sister shook her head, wagging a finger at the same time. Suddenly, a smile formed on her sister's face, and the blade was plunged into one of her eyes. It quickly ripped to the side cutting the other just as deeply with the knife. Liz then heard a laugh, not the normal, sweet, melodic laugh she heard from her sister, but. . .a sickeningly evil one. And then? The demon jumped out of her sister's body and fled, leaving her sister's body to drop. Liz dropped her gun and ran forward, sliding under her sister to catch her body before she could hit the ground. Her eyes were. . .bleeding. Horribly. Oh God. . .Ivy. . . she quickly found herself at a loss for words. She needed to do something. Take her sister to the hospital. First she needed some kind of sheet, something to cover her sister's body with. She gently laid her sister down and looked around the room, her emerald optics instantly locking onto a blanket on the chair. It was a good thing she crashed down here last night! After quickly wrapping her sister's body up, she hoisted her sister's unconscious body onto her back and ran out to her car. She took great care in sitting her sister down in the seat beside her and took a moment to put a seat belt on her sister before she jumped into the drivers seat and sped off once more. This time, to the hospital.