Scott Barnett sat backstage letting the words of the trainer spin in his mind. the phrase controlled anger echoed in his mind like a hammer. as these words ran in his mind A strange voice in his head began to speak to him.

 

Voice: you need me

Scott Barnett: i told you no never again not since then

 

Voice: you survived didn't you?

 

Scott Barnett: that doesn't matter!

 

Voice: nobody needs to know…..

 

The trainer walks in and looks around the room

 

Trainer:who you talking to son?

 

Voice: just do it you little shit!

 

Scott Barnett: not now…hes not…..

 

Voice:not what?...just do it!

 

Scott Barnett: …i cant.......

 

Voice: just do it you weakling!

 

Scott Barnett: i...i…..i can’t…

 

Voice: then let me for you……

 

Scott Barnett hears a maniacal laughter echo all around him and his vision goes blank……..he tries to speak but soon realizes the laughter is echoing from him

 

The butcher: so little man you ask who i talk to huh?!

 

The butcher jumps from the bench and slams the trainers head against a locker. the trainer collapses to the floor…

The butcher leans in close and sniffs the side of the trainer's head and laughs psychotically

 

The butcher: and soon all shall know me… the devils favorite son has arrived….

You're no son of mine

Pastor Peter is always here if you need spiritual cleansing