Free Fury From Hell by Rochelle Campbell

mind.
    The Fury noticed a pulsating section in the host’s lower brain.  The Fury knew this is where the memory lived.  The Fury went to the area and extended its claw.  The memory was vicious; Jennifer was being molested by her father’s brother.  The Fury seethed but knew what it had to do.  It extended its claw so its sharp talons breached the brain cell’s membrane.  The demon’s claw was now inside of Jennifer’s brain cell.  Using one of its unholy powers, it expunged the memory and zapped the emotions associated with the traumatic event into oblivion.  The Fury pulled its claw back and watched the cell turn blacken and shrivel to a tiny dark particle that would be swept away by roaming luekocytes.  The Fury was pleased with its handiwork and withdrew to the nether regions of the host’s mind.
    Jennifer sighed.  It felt as if a great weight had rolled off her heart.  She walked a little straighter with her head held higher as her stride lengthened.  By the time she reached the corner, Jennifer decided she would text Chad her number when she got home.  She crossed the street and started down the next block.  She felt, more than heard, someone behind her.
    The Fury felt the host’s cop instincts kick in and came to the fore.  Rapidly scanning the area, the Fury found the dark red streak of murderous intent in the male twenty paces behind the host.  The Fury slowed the host’s pace to see if the man would pass.  After thirty paces, the Fury saw the man had slowed his pace as well.  It noticed his red aura was glowing and pulsating more quickly now.  The Fury frowned, then bared its sharp bat-like teeth.  The growl started again low in the host’s body.  Still unsure if the man was coming after the host, the Fury crossed the street mid-block making the host look around.
    The man stopped and was standing under a street light watching as Jennifer crossed the street.
    The Fury got a good look at him.  He was thin and his energy was coiled tightly like a spring ready to release.  His breathing was audible through the dark ski mask he wore.  His blood lust was rising and the Fury realized that the man wanted the host… its brand new host!
    Snapping the host’s head forward, the Fury made Jennifer shorten her stride.  The Fury heard the man’s sure, quick, footfalls cross the deserted street.  Pushing its host to the background, the Fury bent the host’s body pretending to tie her shoelace.  The Fury chose to kneel near the base of a tree whose roots had upturned a large section of the sidewalk.  The unexpected move made the would-be assailant falter; just the response the Fury sought.  With ferocious animal speed the Fury spun and attacked the tall, skinny man.
    A startled cry escaped from the would-be attacker.  Although his arm was perfectly positioned to arc downward and pierce Jennifer’s heart with the Mora of Sweden AB Stainless Steel military knife his fear had paralyzed him.  In front of him was an image his eyes couldn’t fathom.  He blinked.  He pawed at his eyes and his vision didn’t change; it was showing him what he knew he couldn’t be seeing.  He saw the petite brunette’s flesh morphing from smooth supple youthful pink skin into something dark leathery green, scaly dry and calloused-looking.  There were talons where moments ago there were nimble fingers.
    His pause gave the Fury the opening it needed.  The final little sharp tooth slid in cutting the host’s top lip.  The transformation complete, the Fury fell upon the terrified man biting, tearing and chewing as a high-pitched feral hiss emerged from the demon’s thickened throat.
    Fury Abatu enjoyed the blood-thirst-kill-pain exuding from the doomed man.  Abatu drank its full of the man’s thick rich blood streaming from his jugular then went for his belly.  With one swipe, the man’s innards spilled out spraying his blood all over the trunk of the tree and the sidewalk; the warm wetness of his life