Chapter 49: Containment, the evil spirit trapped in the skin
Danny suddenly felt a pang of conscience; Art could still produce some surprises.
Would he hurt Art too much by treating him this way?
However, this thought was instantly thrown to the back of his mind when Sophie stumbled back with the medication.
Danny took the medicine and saw that it was indeed medication for mental illness.
Huh? There's also one for photosensitivity. This is good, let's use this.
"Art, hold her still."
Danny looked at the pitch-black entity and didn't dare to reach out carelessly; it wouldn't be good if his hand was bitten off.
Art reached out, fumbling in the darkness, and finally found the mouth, but his wrist was bitten clean through by Diana.
Art held up his severed, gushing hand to Danny, gesturing frantically, his expression as if to say,
My hand, my hand!
"If it's broken, it's broken. Just reattach it, can't you?"
Danny pushed Art aside and poured all the medication into Diana's manifestation, then had Art cover the entity's mouth.
Diana, who was in a temporary state of disruption, immediately went berserk.
She directly shook off Art holding her and started thrashing around violently, as if she was about to transform.
Seeing this scene, Danny silently positioned Art in front of him.
At the same time, he focused his supernatural senses.
"Entity Diana detected."
"Status: Attempting to shed physical constraints."
Danny frowned upon seeing the status. What does 'shedding physical constraints' mean after giving her medication?
Logically, isn't Diana just an entity?
Unless this physical form is about to be discarded.
"Damn, Art, hold her down for me!"
Art received the command and immediately grabbed onto Diana's shadowy form with all his strength.
Sophie fainted directly upon seeing the violent struggle.
Danny had Art carry the unconscious old woman upstairs first, then used his merged Wendigo abilities to compress Diana's movement space as much as possible.
"Oh right, Art, your hand."
Danny didn't forget to pick up the severed hand and toss it to Art.
Upstairs in the living room.
Several people were trembling, especially Rebecca's boyfriend, Bret, who seemed to have developed a high fever after being scratched by Diana.
Coupled with the commotion from the basement, it sounded like a major battle was happening.
Anyone would be scared in such a situation.
Little Martin wanted to bravely go down and see, but the basement door seemed magnetically sealed and was not something a child like him could open at all.
"Woop woop."
The wailing siren was unusually loud in the quiet neighborhood.
Two police officers got out of the car.
The male officer stepped on the ground and said uncertainly,
"Miller, it felt like an earthquake just now, did you feel it?"
The female police officer rolled her eyes at him and said,
"I think you've been watching too many disaster movies. Let's go handle the call first."
The male officer thought the same, asked a neighbor for directions, arrived at the reported location, and then knocked on the door.
The door opened.
It was a small boy.
The female police officer bent down slightly and asked the small boy,
"Hey, where are your parents? Why are you answering the door?"
Martin pointed inside the house and said,
"They're injured inside, and the demonologist is dealing with the entity in the basement."
The female police officer and the male officer exchanged glances, thinking the small boy had watched too many horror movies, even mentioning demonologists and entities.
The caller had reported a disturbance and possible mental health crisis.
Out of caution, both still drew their weapons. There was no other way; in America, the death rate of police officers during calls was concerning.
Some people who seemed harmless could pull out a weapon the next second.
Experienced officers would always be prepared.
Led by little Martin.
The two police officers entered the house.
Their weapons had flashlights attached, allowing them to barely make out the situation in the living room.
A severely injured man lay in a woman's arms.
There was also an unconscious old woman on the floor.
And a figure dressed as a clown in a dark corner, seemingly reattaching something.
"Hey, hands up!"
The male officer naturally assumed that this blood-covered clown was the culprit.
The female officer was confused, but hearing her partner's warning, she instinctively raised her weapon and aimed it at the clown in the corner.
"Clatter."
Art looked at the severed hand that had fallen to the ground and slowly turned around, staring darkly at the two police officers.
Rebecca quickly spoke up.
"No, the clown is innocent. He's the demonologist's assistant. The real problem is in the basement."
As if responding to Rebecca's explanation.
A strange cry came from the basement, attracting the attention of the two police officers.
It made them cautiously approach the basement, preparing to investigate.
"Click."
The door suddenly opened from the inside.
If it were according to usual horror movie logic, the two police officers would have already been dragged into the basement.
But the one who walked out was Danny.
The two highly nervous police officers held their weapons aimed at Danny, but there was no panic on his face as he faced their warnings.
As the male officer was loudly ordering him to stop, he suddenly noticed a pair of skeletal black fingers on the dark doorframe behind Danny; those were definitely not human.
"Miller, on the doorframe!"
Miller looked up: "There's nothing there."
The male officer was sure he wasn't seeing things.
"That's impossible."
"Want to know? Just go in and see for yourself."
Danny ignored the weapons pointed at him. After merging with the Wendigo's regenerative abilities, even a weakened version, handguns couldn't cause him serious harm.
Unless someone came with serious firepower and gave him no chance to recover, otherwise he could heal.
Of course, there was still a limit; it consumed stamina and his own energy. The Wendigo's regeneration was fundamentally different from Jason Voorhees' or Michael Myers' supernatural resilience.
The two police officers exchanged glances and were not reckless enough to actually rush in to investigate.
Danny walked up to Rebecca and reassured her.
"Your mother is fine, she just fainted from shock. I'm taking Diana with me. Bret will recover."
Rebecca still couldn't believe it.
"Is it really over?"
"It's over. I still have some things to do, so I'll be leaving now." Danny then patted little Martin's head and walked out the door.
Under the gaze of several people.
Under the illumination of the police car lights outside the door, a dark silhouette could faintly be seen, barely visible, following Danny's figure as he slowly walked away into the night.
...
Having already contained the entity, Danny wouldn't stay any longer. Was he supposed to stick around for questioning?
Forget it, no need to make it complicated.
But it was indeed a close call.
The cunning of this entity was unusually high; it had feigned weakness to trick him into giving it the medication. The physical form bound by photosensitivity was the key to containing her, and Diana's true manifestation was trapped inside.
If the entity had truly escaped those physical constraints.
Danny estimated her first target would be him, or perhaps Sophie and Rebecca.
It had a bit of a possession horror feel to it, but this one was even more sinister.
The entity was born using Diana's body after the experimental treatment failed, killing Rebecca's father through manufactured accidents and terrorizing the family.
But ultimately, it remained trapped by the physical limitations of Diana's condition—her photosensitivity.
Danny could sense the contained entity. Against the darkness, a doorframe stood, and Diana's shadowy form could vaguely be seen lurking in the shadows, unable to manifest in light.
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PS: Successfully contained Diana from "Lights Out"
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