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Little Damien<o:p></o:p>
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Chapter 1 the Exorcism<o:p></o:p>
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Bones piercing his skin, clothes barely holding on his body, his complexion pale as white milk, lips red like peppers, gold locks to his eye bone; his name was Damien, he was believed to be demon possessed, the year was 1899.<o:p></o:p>
The candles in the room shimmered as the dull breeze flowed through the wooden windows, the cows cried out in the dark pastures. The boy screaming at the top of his lungs, his throat now soaring from the screams, the candles blew out as the violent gust of wind blew. <o:p></o:p>
The preacher insisted “My children, we should hurry and secure him; if minutes pass the demon will take control of us all, we have to get rid of it before all of this takes place.”<o:p></o:p>
His father quickly tied him down, struggling Damien resisted, but no use, his small body to his father’s, was no match.<o:p></o:p>
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Twelve years before. A shriek left the small house, as Angie was in labor. The light of the sun shine against her legs as the doctor, instructing her to push pulls a petite baby boy out of the vagina, the doctor quickly spanks the bottom of the baby.<o:p></o:p>
“Wait! Looks like there is another one, you have to push.” The exhausted mother tries again, just as the doctor said there was another one. After a couple minutes of struggling the baby finally gave way. <o:p></o:p>
“Twin boys” yelled the doctor, not noticing the purple like color the baby had. He took the baby boy by the legs and flipped him upside down and gave him his spanking, but no reaction gave way from the baby, it was dead.<o:p></o:p>
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The preacher insisted “My children, we should hurry and secure him; if minutes pass the demon will take control of us all, we have to get rid of it before all of this takes place.” The pastor stood with a blank look in his face staring at Damien while the boy’s father and his assistant tied the young lad up.<o:p></o:p>
Little Damien laid lifeless on the bed, staring in silence at the people surrounding him; the Pastor, his assistant, and Damien's parents. <o:p></o:p>
“In the name Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior get out of this little boy’s body, get out!”<o:p></o:p>
“I AM NOT DEMON POSSESSED; YOU ALL ARE THE ONES THAT HAVE CHANGED… [Whispering], do you really think that you will accomplish anything with this pastor?” whispered Damien<o:p></o:p>
-“I say, OUT!" Replied the priest<o:p></o:p>
Breathing heavily replies Damien "I'm not demon possessed, for the last time."<o:p></o:p>
A tear rolled down little Damien's cheek. He looks at his mother and says "Mom, mommy please, tell them. Tell them to let me go, tell them mom." Tears filled the boy’s face, his mother resisting for his own good says nothing, the only thing she could do is sob.<o:p></o:p>
The preacher interrupts with “Shut up demon.”<o:p></o:p>
Now crying, Damien asked again “mom… if you don’t tell them they won’t let me go. Please mom, tell them to let me go, will you tell them?” Angie, Damien’s mother, slips to the ground crying,<o:p></o:p>
“Please let my son go.”<o:p></o:p>
-“No, we have to do what the priest says!” said Abraham, his father.<o:p></o:p>
-“can’t you see that he’s suffering?” retorted Angie<o:p></o:p>
Damien screaming and crying to his mother, tears streaming down his face, asks his mom.<o:p></o:p>
“Do you love me?” [Brief pause] the room filled with tension.<o:p></o:p>
“If so, how can you see them doing this to me? when in fact you know that I’m not crazy!”<o:p></o:p>
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To be continued...<o:p></o:p>
