This chapter will have violence in it, if you don't like that kind of stuff, I'll put a break in the page so you can skip it! 

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Paul tugged the Stone inside, John following soon after into the dark room that held only one other person. The area wasn't much better, but it miraculously had electricity. 

"Okay, I'm here so explain." Charlie looked around as Paul flicked all the light switches on which dimly illuminated the room. Torn up carpet, dulled red couch and a television from the late fifties. 

"'Kay so, ye 'ave a demon on yer hands, yeah?" John asked, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back against the wall. 

"That's why you contacted me? Do you think that you could help him out?" 

"We wouldn't 'ave sent ya a letter otherwise." Paul interrupted, raising an eyebrow and looking out the window at the still sleeping Clover. "Geez, 'e doesn't look to well." 

"It's been around...a week and a half to two since it happened." The drummer, rubbed the nape of his neck as he looked out the window as well. Sounds of footsteps trailed down the stairs paired with the flipping pages of a book. 

"'Ay John, I think I found somethin' that could 'elp out." George spoke up, handing the old and worn looking book over to the slightly taller male of whom read the page he was speaking of. He raised an eyebrow and glanced at George, but showed it to Charlie.

"This could be yer solution." Was the sentence that caused a sigh of relief to escape his lips, a small smile curling upon them.

"Thank god...thank you all, really." Charlie bowed his head as a show of appreciation, John simply laughing.

"No need to thank us, man." He smiled at him, looking around and raising a hand. "'ho's up 't get rid of a demon?!" 

"We are!" The other three exclaimed in unison, raising their fists in the air.

"See, man? Ye've got a whole legion behind ya!"

His small smile grew wider upon hearing that, chuckling at them. 

"You all are very sure about this." 

"Course we are! We've gotta be 't help you people like ye." He nudged his arm lightly.

That was a loud slam was heard from the front door.

It was Clover, he'd forced the door open through the lock and the hinges practically fell off. The amount of strength in order to do that was incredibly great, almost impossible.

"Ay, Brian's 'ere. It's a full house now!" Ringo exclaimed, but he didn't bother responding. He looked absolutely pissed and like he was about to attack everyone as he walked inside. 

However, there was something seriously wrong when Clover came in, his eyes looked so dark despite being so light in colour.

"What the hell are you all doing." His voice sounded distorted, like two were speaking at once. Charlie's eyes were widened as John turned to look at him.

"Lookie 'ere, didn't expect ye to come in 'ere." John spoke with Paul and George walking on either side of him, all three of them starting the chant that was in the book that rested in John's hands. 

"I forbade thee from entering this realm of light,

As I will it so,

Ye shall be burned and tortured by the lights might

Peace beyond to the ones who are tormented by thee,

I release their pain and suffering,

Forever shall it flee,

And peace and protection be restored unto those who grieved!" The three spoke loudly, Clover visibly angering as they did so. Charlie took a few steps back, looking between him and the three men. 

That was when every single window in the room blew out and shattered loudly everywhere, blood dripping from Clover's mouth and nose. 

"Y-You...a-all really need to know when to shut the fuck up." He lowly spoke, still with the same distortion as the book suddenly caught fire in John's hands; to which he immediately dropped it. Paul's eyes widened, shoving the two beside him back as he took a few steps along with them.

"T-The hell- that should have worked..." The doe eyed man narrowed his eyes a bit at the man, of whom was standing very still. It was silent for a while, before John pulled a switchblade and lunged right at him. 

- violence beyond this point - 

Clover didn't even react for a few moments, but rather grabbed the back of his head and slammed his face first directly into the wall very, very hard. So hard, in fact, a loud cracking noise and a shriek left the man as his nose was practically crushed; his skull cracking with it. He dropped him and looked at the two out of three still standing with widened eyes, kneeling down to pick up the blade that had fallen on the floor beside the now writhing man. 

"Do you know what they used to do in ancient Japan when you made a pinky promise to someone and didn't hold your end of the deal?" Clover asked, the question directed at Paul as he grabbed his wrist. For some reason, he couldn't pull away, he was tense and his gaze was fixated to look right into the other man's eyes.

"W-What would they do...?" Paul shakily asked, swallowing hard. The blonde slowly smiled and traced his blade along the base of his little finger before digging it right across. 

"They would cut that finger right off." 

With that, the blade went right through and sliced it clean off. A scream escaped, the blade being lodged into his shoulder as he collapsed in his place. George wasn't going to take a chance with that, when he saw that, he tried to make a mad dash for the stairs so he could jump out the window or something just to make sure he wouldn't die, but he hesitated for a mere moment when he realised he couldn't just leave Ringo behind. 

It was too late for that, something hard hit him right in the side of the head while he was lost in his own mind. Something sharp. The end of a hammer, one Clover had picked up off the floor that was left behind during renovations so many years ago. George knocked his head off a table on his way to the ground, blood pouring out of his head and falling unconscious. Ringo was backed into a corner, shaking as the blonde turned to look at him. 

Clover walked over to him, staring for a moment before smiling and kissing his cheek. 

"Every event needs a witness." He whispered and reached up, dragging his nails down his face before turning around to look at what he'd done. Charlie couldn't believe what just happened, what just happened was something he wouldn't have ever imagined. 

Paul and John weren't conscious anymore, they just laid there with there chests just faintly rising and falling to show they still had some life left. Until Clover walked over to Paul and rested his foot on his rib cage,  slowly stepping down with a handful of cracks and pops following as he crushed it down. All he did was let out were wheezes and groans, before he pulled away to walk over to John. 

Three swift kicks to the side of his head were all he needed to satisfy his taste, turning and huffing.

- end of violence - 

"If only I had a gun...a bit boring without one." Clover sighed with a shake of the head, looking at Charlie. "You can drive me home now, it's become boring here."

Charlie's mouth was slightly agape, unable to grasp what he'd just witnessed. When he turned to look at Clover, he shuddered and, in an almost scared manner, nodded with widened eyes. 

The blonde was out the door first, the other following close behind out to his car.  Their car ride back to Richmond was silent, Clover just blankly staring out the window and not uttering a single word; not even a noise. 

Charlie had the radio on to compensate for the silence, seeing as he was scared enough and silence would likely only make it worse. 

When they got to the tolling booth, Barbara wasn't there. Rather another older, a bit disheveled looking woman with a surprisingly cheery expression considering the temperature and her appearance. 

"Ye boys headin' out?" She asked in her very Leeds-esque accent as she counted their change, about to open the gate for him when she took notice to Clover. 

"'re ye alright, young man?" The woman blinked, Charlie only just then taking notice to his nose and mouth pouring blood once more. Clover simply glanced down at himself, still being blood spattered and all; yet he laughed and looked at the woman.

"You think this is blood? I just got back from a food fight, this is cherry syrup that someone splattered on me, it just got lodged up my nose I guess." He smiled, wiping it away.

"Oh, alright 'hen. Ye 'wo boys 'ave a nice night 'ow." She chuckled and nodded, handing Charlie the left over change and opening the gate for him. The man cracked a small smiled and drove off, looking over at the blonde.

"What the hell was that?!" 

"What was what, you want to be sent to prison for attempted murder?" 

"You just lied to her- and you had a smile on your face doing it!"

"Wow, hang me, I lied to someone." Clover rolled his eyes, arm folded over his chest with his gaze fixated outside at the passing scenery. Among the area, when they drove along a bridge that ran over water, there was a sound and a flash of light. The noise was a few constant beeps, but it faded out when they were no longer on the elevated surface. 

Charlie had to shrug it off, there was nothing else he could do. 

They had finally pulled up to their house, Clover getting out first and slamming the door behind him before Charlie even had a chance to shut the car down. He got out after him, locking it up and walking to the front door which was already open thanks to the other man. When he did get in, he noticed a sleeping form on the couch in front of the television. 

More specifically, Bill, he'd fallen asleep while watching BBC news channel. That was when he realised how late it was. 

The two had gotten back to the house at around half past one in the morning, and now Clover disappeared upstairs to probably take a shower as to wash the blood off. 

"Took you two long enough." A voice spoke from the bottom of the stairs, the voice belonging to Mick. 

"We had some...issues getting there and back. It's all fine now." Charlie blatantly lied, he couldn't just outright say Clover went ballistic and probably murdered three of their mutual friends. He couldn't lie, not to anyone. If he were to have to tell a convincing lie to save his life, he'd die, that's how awful he was at lying.

"Well, how do I put this...Charlie, I know you're lying. What really happened?" 

"Dear lord...I...I'll tell you in the morning, okay? I need to process everything that happened, and none of it was good." He shook his head, leaning down closer to Mick's ear and whispering, "I think he's getting stronger. A lot stronger..."

Mick pursed his lips tightly, swallowing thickly before nodding.

"We'll deal with this tomorrow, okay? Just...just get some rest and we can talk in the morning." 

Charlie just slowly nodded and turned, walking up the narrow spiral stairs and disappearing into his room with the close of a door. The last man awake stood and walked to the basement, turning the light on to show a large rust coloured pentagram on the floor surrounded by unlit candles. With a sigh, he knelt down and pulled out his match book before lighting all of them.

"I have some sacrificing to do..."

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hello everyone, this took a while to write as i am considering revising the story to give it a different ending but i haven't quite decided yet. this chapter isn't very good and i apologize for that! i wish you lot all the best and will try and get a chapter out by christmas! xx