Carter lay on the cold hard concrete of a holding cell at the Little Stone Police station cradling his bruised and bloodied head in his hands.

 

“What happened?” Asked Sheriff Joseph Carr. Carr was a likable guy with a good record and nobody at the station had any complaints about him. He was also a close friend of Paul's too. Paul and Carr had lived in this town together their entire lives, they grew up together. He was even the best man at Paul's wedding! Then, after Elaine died, Paul started drinking... heavily that is. Eventually he'd started abusing Carter. Carr recalled one time when he'd had to point a gun to the back of Paul's head to get him to stop hitting Carter. That was the night he cut ties with Paul, and told Carter if he ever needed him call him.

 

“The devil made me do it” he said as his voice broke. “THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT” he repeated again.

 

“He keeps repeating that.” said Sheriff Carr as he looked to his partner, Sheriff Johnson. “I don't know what’s wrong with him.”

 

“Any mental illnesses?” Johnson asked.

 

“Dissociative Identity Disorder” said Carr.

 

Johnson looked at him confused.

 

“Split personality disorder.” Carr explained. “Two different personalities.”

 

Johnson still looked confused.

 

“C'mon!” Carr said frustrated. “Paul explained it to me, it’s where a person has more than one personality and at any moment the other personality could take over...”

 

“Joe?” Carter looked towards Carr voice trembling as he did so “I- think he killed dad.”

 

“Who?” Carr suddenly felt cold. “Who killed Pau- your dad?”

 

He pointed to his head. “HIM”

 

Carr stood there in silence... his mind wandered to a time when he and Paul were having a couple late night beers, something Paul said he said something about Carter being filled evil. But he never said the word “evil” he always used specifically RAGE.

 

“That’s a confession!” exclaimed Johnson. “He did it!”

 

“He's just a kid Johnson C'mon!”

 

“But he just said he did it! He’s our monster!”

 

“I'm not the monster.” said Carter standing. “Want to see the monster?”

 

Carr felt the chill melt away, replaced by fear. Something in the corner of his eye caught his attention, he gasped as he turned and saw what it was.

 

His pistol had been ripped from his belt and was now pointed at his head.

 

But no one was holding the gun it was just floating there and had a slight red glow.

 

The rest happened in slow motion.

 

The gun fired.

 

But just as the bullet was about to make its way through his skull and explode out the other side, it stopped. Just frozen in front of him, waiting patiently for its master’s order.

 

Carr looked at Carter, his eyes were completely blood red. He noticed his feet were a foot off the ground.

 

Something pure Evil came out of his mouth, a voice.

 

“YOU WERE ALWAYS GOOD TO US CARR. YOU WILL LIVE. JOHNSON ON THE OTHER HAND.”

 

Carr swung his head around to face Johnson. The poor man had a look of sheer terror frozen on his face.

 

“I CANT MOVE!” he screamed. “HELP ME!”

 

His body just turned to ash right in front of Carr. A memory that would haunt him forever.

 

Carter collapsed to the floor along with the bullet. He then started trembling, then shaking, then he started going into convulsions

 

“HELP ME PLEASE” he looked to Carr with extreme pain in his voice “HELP MEEEEEEE.”

 

Carr wouldn't dare touch him

 

Suddenly Carter stopped and lay there for several seconds.

 

Gasping for breath Carr pulled out his phone still staring in horror at carter’s lifeless body. He didn't dare look away.

 

“Hello?” a voice asked on the other end.

 

“Yeah hi.” said Carr still gasping for breath. “I was wondering... if you could get me the Department of Defense.”