SYWTSAD?

 I was out of the hospital and back in my cruiser in less than a week, thanks to the supernatural healing provided by my new "roomate" only to find out from my boss I had been put on a temporary suspension. I knew it was gonna happen, what with all the shit I was doing behind is back to keep Rodney out of the public eye, but the boss let me keep the car at least, so I didn't have to take the stationwagon my wife Maria uses to take the kids to school. She never trusted school bus drivers, not after seeing how petty they could be firsthand. Someone attempted a pass on her bus when she was young, the bus driver turned with the passing car, to keep it from going on the other side of the road, nearly getting rear-ended in the process. She was the closest to it having been seated in the back of the bus. Hasn't trusted a bus since. I was continuing to contemplate my wife's irrational fear of the schoolbus when I heard that little roommate in my head instructing me like s...

Sitting on my proverbial couch, in my proverbial corner of my personal hell, inside of the soul of my gracious host Charlie, I was half listening to the sounds of locking doors and unplugging surveillance equipment as he effectively deactivated most of the systems that would ordinarily be used to record interrogations. I was looking over our personal contract. It wasn't legally binding in the sense of it being a demonic deal in any sense, it was the same sort of contract you would have in your mind between yourself and a fellow joining you for a game of Dungeons & Dragons for example. It's just that being as I was currently dwelling in a world that was mostly imaginary, I could pluck from my thoughts anything I wanted to appear physical, and make them so. Myself and Charlie had hashed out an agreement as it seemed that our predicament was going to be longer-standing than we had expected originally, over the course of his week of recovery. The rules were simple, I was only a...

  The sound of the god awful screaming coming in over the microphone, followed by the horrid slam of the table, the wire must have been destroyed. Charlie switched back over to the audio from the listening device Rodney was carrying and all we heard was the screeching of rats, followed by a thud, and a groan. "Shit, Rodney!" I said suddenly, my voice was silent to Charlie, who knew I was next to him. I just didn't want him to see me worry about Rodney. I have an image to maintain after all. I made myself visible, it isn't hard, just a twinge of will, and said "We have to go help him." "SWAT's on their way." "Do you hear that thing? You are going to need more than a few 9mm rounds to take that out, and I think I heard the roar of a really powerful demon in there too. If you send somebody in there, they are going to have their asses seasoned, roasted, and handed to them on a platter. With stuffing and grilled leeks!" "Didn't ne...