Free Demon Rock by Stephen Derrian

was not complaining. It felt great to feel the sensation of a shower again. I pressed the dispenser again and put some of the soap in my hair, rubbing it until it formed a lathered moose. I began to rinse my hair, my eyes closed protecting them from the suds.
     
    As I continued to wash myself I did not notice that the other inmates had left...as well as the guard. The Master walked in, the guard either fearing him or owing him. Either way he had left, the other inmates leaving because of what was to come. I did not even notice until it was too late, until the Master's hands were upon me. The Master rammed me forward smashing my face of the tiled wall. Blood smeared down the white tiles. With a monstrous roar the Master threw me across the room, my feet not touching the floor until my back slammed in the adjacent wall. Six ribs cracked upon impact and I coughed up some blood. My ability jump started and began to heal my ribs. I got to my feet slowly as the Master strode almost majestically towards me, cocking his shoulder back and extending his muscular arm in a straight jab to my nose. My nose exploded as my head whipped back. In an almost fluid motion my nose began to realign itself and was healed by the time the force brought my head back towards the Master. I used this momentum to lower myself and ram my shoulder into the Master in an attempt to tackle him to the ground. The Master did not move an inch. He instead looked down upon my hunched over back and brought his elbow down connecting on the spinal column. The pain was excruciating, nothing broke so my power was useless, I would have to endure the pain. He once again reached down, grabbing me by the back of the neck and threw me towards the shower I had been using just moments before. I hit the wall upside down, my hunched position coupled with the Master's strength had caused me to do a flipping motion. I landed on my head and back of neck and struggled to readjust myself on the slippery tiled floor. I finally managed to turn my body in a sitting upright position. The Master eyed me with an unparalleled intensity and began to walk towards me. Water trickled down my face turning the water on the floor red as the shower continued to cover me in water. I was in a tremendous amount of pain, my body ached all over and I could feel I was near slipping into unconsciousness. I opened my mouth and began to speak. 
    "Bless this water." I coughed some more blood.
    "God’s creature, water, I cast out the demon from you in the name of God and the Father, in the name of Jesus Christ, his son, our Lord, and in the power of the Holy Spirit, may you be a purified water…." pain shot through my entire body.
    "…empowered to drive afar all power of the enemy, in fact, to root out and banish the enemy itself, along with his fallen angels."
    I fought off the approaching darkness as my body ached remaining in a conscious state.
    "We ask this through the power of our Lord Jesus Christ, who is coming to judge both the living and the dead and the world by fire."
    The Master arrived at my feet and with a demonic look outstretched his hand as if to finish me. The Master's hand was going straight for my neck. His fingers passed through the water of my shower and he let out a pained roar. His skin sizzled and he stepped back. He looked even angrier than before and took another run at me, he forced his entire head through the shower's water exposing his fangs. He could not move any further and almost immediately recoiled back to a safe distance. His face sizzled, half it going almost black from the damage the water had done. The Master paced the shower room, he had been temporarily defeated, a first for the Master I guessed. The Master looked at me one last time, gave a wounded roar and left the shower, punching the wall as he did. My healing was more or less finished although my muscles ached. Two guards came in and lifted me to my feet to escort me back to my cell. Luckily