All Chapters of YOURDEMONS.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR GODDAMN SCHOOL POLICIES SAY - THAT ABOMINATION OF A STUDENT BURIED A BALLPEN ON MY CHILD'S LEG, and I AM NOT LEAVING UNTIL I SEE HIS FACE EXPELLED FROM THIS INSTITUTION!!"The enraged mother of Sid, Bart's bully, wasted no breath in declaring what she wanted to happen. A defeated silence washed over Bart. Even though he didn't want things to end this way, he had to face the consequence of his actions.After all, he injured several students in a fit of rage -... though, as far as the truth would've stretched out, someone else made him do it. Bart's eyes glanced at the doorway. Standing in front of it, its presence unseen by the naked human eye, was the grotesque, malformed creature that had been stalking him from the time he came after the night of the Black Cross Festival, its height past the teachers stationed by the doorway. As inhuman as it may have been the moment they met, Bart could feel something tugging the e

Bart had no words to describe what was happening.Mallory Nelson, Eldridge College's Ice Maiden and prodigious role model of the student body, walked up to him with an impish smile on her lips. The reason for her actions was because there was an individual that her fancy was piqued on: the hulking, twistedly-shaped creature standing right next to Bart.The entity that as far as Bart was aware, is visible only to him. Mallory stopped in front of the creature and Bart, her feet lined together as she looked up. She stared at the beastly thing as though she was laying her eyes on an abandoned puppy. The creature craned its head down and gazed back at Mallory even though there were no eyes on its crudely-formed face.Mallory removed the white gloves on her slender hands. She reached out to the creature  -And to Bart's wide-eyed bewilderment, she touched its hands. Her fingers pressed upon its menacing claws and ran along its scaly sk

Bart nearly fell off his seat. Mallory didn't budge an inch, as though she already anticipated the boy's reaction on the matter. The matter being, another Mallory Nelson stood beside the original. "Took you long enough," said Mallory with a smirk. She released her hold on Bart's hand. The latter inconspicuously glanced at his surroundings - no one even noticed what Mallory made him do.Some backwater cafe this place is."You.. were expecting me to see?""She was standing pretty close to me. I thought you would notice her in an instant," Mallory quipped, frowning. Bart adjusted his seating and squinted. No doubt about it, it was an exact duplicate of Mallory save for a few distinct features. The 'other' Mallory wore an expressionless face, downcast eyes and stark-pale lips. Instead of a college uniform, she wore a black collar adorned with chain patterns, leather strap-wear that inde

Bart shuddered in his seat.Mallory's response to his query were of her own thoughts. Yet, to him they boded of something horrid - an evil that shouldn't have been pulled out of the closet.Bart knew there was no turning back. ".. what are you trying to say?"Without any signs of faltering, Mallory grinned at the boy. There was an eerie vibe that emanated from her that made his skin crawl."Let me give you an example." The girl placed a hand on her chest and asked, "What do you see me as, Bart Owens?"Bart replied nonchalantly, "The Ice Maiden of Eldridge College."Clearly, the image that came to mind was the individual that Mallory Nelson was percieved as. Bart wasted no time in elaborating just that."An achiever, a socialite and a key figure of the student body. You are an aloof yet dedicated person that girls your age can only aspire to be, and a girl boys can only dream of getting close to. "Bart knew

Bart was genuinely surprised when he was greeted by a tall figure after he opened the door to his home.Scruffy dark hair tailing on the back of his head, tied with a hairband. Piercing brown eyes and an untrimmed goatee. A vest full of zippers and pockets. Leather boots weathered by the elements. A camera slung across his chest and resting by the side of his waist.It was his uncle."Bart.""Uncle Rom."Rom wasn't pleased - the frown on his face and the folded arms weren't the only signs why. On one of his hands was his phone, screen lit up to show 21 missed calls from 'SCHOOL'.<I guess they never stopped calling him about that...> Bart thought.Before Bart could speak, Rom did. His voice cracked with unease."Your school called. 21 times in the last 4 hours, actually. I was busy in field work and my phone was turned off so I couldn't answer them. Finally, they sent me a direct message that told me everything that happe

As circumstances would have it, Bart was out of school for the time being.Due to the suspension issued upon him by the school, the boy had three weeks to burn before he could get his academics running again. All it took was one encounter with his bullies - which became a rather nasty confrontation thanks to his eerie-looking guardian 'Navalha' (though he couldn't really pin the blame on something normal people can't even see). While he could admit it was a better punishment than being expelled, he didn't like it one bit. He was working on keeping a perfect school attendance, and it all had to go down to shit.Bart made use of his days in suspension as much as he could. He pinned his focus on a lot of relative stuff the past three days: studying lessons in advance, reading articles of importance online, and doing collective research.The research being, his 'demon'.For the time being, Bart had been observing Navalha in the same way the creature would watch h

Bart knew it was a bad idea. Still, it wasn't going to stop him. Trudging the path that led to the cafe SoulStride Savories amid the sweltering heat, Bart watched the world in fleeting motion, cap on his head and a sling-bag with notebooks inside on one side. People and vehicles went their seperate ways, minding their own business as it should be. In his mind, he had two things to think about: meeting Mallory Nelson who had baited him out of his confinement with the promise of helping him study --and luring his supposed 'stalker' out of hiding. Bart was aware that going outside would grab the attention of the person-thing that'd been watching him from afar since his uncle left. Whatever it was and whatever reason behind its motives, he wanted to confront it here and now. The timing couldn't have been any more perfect.Navalha the 'demon' floated beside him with a nonchalant expression on its face, invisible t

Bartholomew Owens couldn't remember the last time he wasn't in an off-putting situation.The only thing he could blame on the top of his head was him attending the Black Cross Festival where it all started to go to shit. Standing in front of a menacing figure with the likely disposition to flee, Bart kept back any inner naddering that would prompt him to turn tail. Even as the atmosphere between him and the stranger and his 'demon' turned foul, running wasn't going to be his saving grace.The only thing he had at this point was hoping that he hadn't botched his initial plan. "...it's funny. When this guy first showed up days ago... all he did was gettin' into my head. It threw me off so bad I wanted to kill myself."The guy in front of Bart toyed with the knife on his hand, making it spin before gripping on to the handle with a smile. The hulking abomination behind him cawed gratuitiously, its twisted blade-and-thumb bea

 "....so, are you going to talk about it?""...I'm not obliged to share anything to you." Seated on the left of a very disheveled Bart with pouted lips, Mallory Nelson glared in length at the response the boy gave him. The two were sitting on a bench in front of the waiting room of the Eldridge City Police Station, and Bart, who was ridden in fatigue and a series of aching bones from his upsetting run-in a few hours ago, was peeved.Mostly because out of anyone who could have gone and checked on him, the first person who did was the person who creeped him out the most.Bart hadn't completely forgotten the reason why he was outside in the first place. Apart from meeting Mallory Nelson for the purpose of getting coached on advanced lessons (given that because of suspension he'd be delayed a lot academically and he wanted to make sure he wouldn't been left behind on anything), he wanted to bait the 'stalker' that'

<BART! I HEARD about what happened! ARE YOU alright? DID you get HURT?! TELL ME EVERYTHING!> The call had barely started when Bart's ears were blasted by the frantic squeak of his uncle Rom on the other end of the phone. The boy, de-stressing by breathing in gently, raised a free hand in the air as if to signal the calling end to ease up. "Uncle, uncle, take it easy. I'm fine. Let me speak."There was a pause. Rom's panicking fell. <... sorry... I'm just worried.> Bart sighed, leaning his head against the vacant wall. He expected this reaction already - and what he had to do now was assure the guy of his safety. Bart and Mallory were already halfway into their session inside SoulStride Savories when Rom called. Doing away with Mallory’s flirtatious behavior for the time being (which didn't surprise Bart anymore considering how she freely switches between