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Chris_Reaper
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Cayden stood with his back to the wall, the cavernous expanse of the sanitized hallway brimmed over with the echoes of the demented screams and moans of the of the deranged residents that were locked behind the numerous doors that lined the corridor. This was the Jedidiah Hollows state sanitarium for the criminally insane. Cayden cracked his knuckles in a nervous twitch as his eyes darted around, glancing to and fro at the unsettling Gothic architecture. Jedidiah Hollows was one of the oldest asylums in the continental United States, situated in a scenic part of the Adirondack Mountains. Cayden and his companions had been summoned by an old friend of Cayden's father to investigate a supposed demonic possession. Suddenly the group is approached from behind by an elderly black man, who wore the traditional garb of a Catholic priest.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, bureaucracy tie ups and all... " said the man.
Cayden whirls around, mildly startled by the suddenness "Son of a bitch, probably not the best idea to sneak up on somebody in a place like this Father."
The older man smiles "My apologies. Cayden my boy, it's a been awhile." he says as he shakes Cayden's hand.
"Likewise Father Druis. I was a little surprised that you contacted me, given my line of work and all. Tell me, when did the Church start overseeing nut houses for the criminally insane?"
"Well the Arch Dioceses has had joint contracts with many of the sanitariums in the area for a little while now. We work with correctional law enforcement to introduce an element of spirituality to the inmates as part of their rehabilitation." says Father Druis as he nods his head with a pause "But to the point I suppose. The reason I contacted you Cade is because I know of your work in this particular field and this specific case has me stumped."
"Well if it's a suspected possession case, why not just requisition a few Exorcists from the Arch Diocese?"
"Well there's a lot of bureaucratic red tape involved, like I mentioned before. Plus the Church has been taking a hard lined stance against cases of supposed possession. They won't deploy a team of Exorcists unless they deem it absolutely necessary. Quite frankly I was growing desperate and didn't know who else to call."
Cayden smirks at this "Alright than, well let's see what we're working with. Lead the way, Father."
Father Druis produces a large ring filled with jangling keys as he leads the team down the hallway to a secluded part of the corridor. He unlocks the door to one of the last entrances in the corridor, which leads to a dimly lit room. Inside the room there is a two way mirror and on the other side of the mirror there lies a haggard and disheveled man bound by a straight jacket. Flanking him are two burly orderlies tasked with keeping him restrained. The man in the straight jacket looks up, copious amounts of drool escaping his mouth. His eyes are fully dilated and his gaze is so intense, it's almost as if he can see through the mirror to the team in the other room.
Cayden crosses his arms "Well I'll be damned...Linda Blair eat your heart out."
Father Druis flips through a file in his hand "The subject was picked up about two weeks ago by local police. He was incoherent , all he kept repeating was the phrase "The reign of Baphomet is nigh..."
Cayden narrows his eyes slightly "Any I.D.?"
"None...we ran his fingerprints through just about every database in the system but came up empty. The subject is quite violent, so much so that we've had to rotate him on a steady prescription of high grade sedatives just keep him somewhat docile."
Cayden strokes his chin and looks over to Felix Pavarotti, one of his team "What do you think Pavarotti? You picking up any fluctuations on the Spectrum Reader?"
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"Sorry to keep you waiting, bureaucracy tie ups and all... " said the man.
Cayden whirls around, mildly startled by the suddenness "Son of a bitch, probably not the best idea to sneak up on somebody in a place like this Father."
The older man smiles "My apologies. Cayden my boy, it's a been awhile." he says as he shakes Cayden's hand.
"Likewise Father Druis. I was a little surprised that you contacted me, given my line of work and all. Tell me, when did the Church start overseeing nut houses for the criminally insane?"
"Well the Arch Dioceses has had joint contracts with many of the sanitariums in the area for a little while now. We work with correctional law enforcement to introduce an element of spirituality to the inmates as part of their rehabilitation." says Father Druis as he nods his head with a pause "But to the point I suppose. The reason I contacted you Cade is because I know of your work in this particular field and this specific case has me stumped."
"Well if it's a suspected possession case, why not just requisition a few Exorcists from the Arch Diocese?"
"Well there's a lot of bureaucratic red tape involved, like I mentioned before. Plus the Church has been taking a hard lined stance against cases of supposed possession. They won't deploy a team of Exorcists unless they deem it absolutely necessary. Quite frankly I was growing desperate and didn't know who else to call."
Cayden smirks at this "Alright than, well let's see what we're working with. Lead the way, Father."
Father Druis produces a large ring filled with jangling keys as he leads the team down the hallway to a secluded part of the corridor. He unlocks the door to one of the last entrances in the corridor, which leads to a dimly lit room. Inside the room there is a two way mirror and on the other side of the mirror there lies a haggard and disheveled man bound by a straight jacket. Flanking him are two burly orderlies tasked with keeping him restrained. The man in the straight jacket looks up, copious amounts of drool escaping his mouth. His eyes are fully dilated and his gaze is so intense, it's almost as if he can see through the mirror to the team in the other room.
Cayden crosses his arms "Well I'll be damned...Linda Blair eat your heart out."
Father Druis flips through a file in his hand "The subject was picked up about two weeks ago by local police. He was incoherent , all he kept repeating was the phrase "The reign of Baphomet is nigh..."
Cayden narrows his eyes slightly "Any I.D.?"
"None...we ran his fingerprints through just about every database in the system but came up empty. The subject is quite violent, so much so that we've had to rotate him on a steady prescription of high grade sedatives just keep him somewhat docile."
Cayden strokes his chin and looks over to Felix Pavarotti, one of his team "What do you think Pavarotti? You picking up any fluctuations on the Spectrum Reader?"
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