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Melissa’s hospital gown is drenched in the sweat pour-
ing from her face. Her hair, soaking wet, dangles down the sides of
her face as if she has just taken a long shower. She floats toward
the opposite end of the room, her head swaying back and forth.
Her arms dangle to her sides as if death has introduced itself.
Dr. Webster is the first to notice. As she floats pass him, he
quickly moves away, almost falling. For the devilish entity control-
ling these events, Dr. Webster has not moved fast enough, so he is
quickly thrown across the room. Dr. Webster’s body slams into a
razor sharp icicle that pierces his heart. He lets out a low moan as
his life vacates his being. The thick dark blood radiates around the
puncture wound, eventually finding the floor and creating a small
sea of blood.
Nurse Charles is terrified watching these ungodly events take
place directly in front of her. Unable to scream, talk, or even
think, she crouches and watches the floating body move closer
and closer to the wall.
As Melissa drifts toward the wall, a metamorphosis takes place.
Icicles burst through the wall, forming the shape of Melissa’s
body, the interior of her shape liquefying, swallowing her beyond
sight. The icicles bleed a black fluid, then shatter and fall to the
floor. The liquid wall becomes solid again.
Meanwhile, the black tar-like substance still flows, melting
through large portions of ice. The areas where the crucifixes
have melted through catch fire. Bits of cinder shower the room
and darken it to an eerie haze. The ice is covered with black soot.
Fire and ice oppose each other like ancient enemies. Their clashes
begin and end with bursts of fire.
The room is on fire now. Flames lick the walls, climbing
higher and higher. The flames reach out, fiery hands yearning
to snatch hold of something living to burn, yearning to devour
everything.
Nurse Charles tries to stamp out the flames. They reach out for
her. They blast in her face. The whole room begins to burn and
smoke like the bowels of Hell.
Nurse Charles attempts to lift Tracey away from the oncoming
flames. The substance begins to drip fireballs from the ceiling like
volcanic molten rock. Crashing down, it burns the ice and every-
thing within the room.
Smoke pours over the two nurses. They scream and back
away into a corner. They find themselves trapped there, as one
thunderous ball of flames come hurling toward them. They put
their hands out, trying to stop the flames from consuming them.
Screaming at the top of their lungs, they cry in pain. Their eyes
bugged with fright, they huddle even closer, but to no avail. They
are trapped and engulfed by the flames.
WATCHFUL EYES
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    n a dark, narrow downtown alley with a stench that could suffocate a sewer rat, Sarah searches through some trash in hopes
of finding food. It’s been days since Sarah last ate. Her belly
    aches. She rummages deeper in the dumpster, shoving aside greasy
fast-food wrappers and empty pizza boxes. Suddenly she sees two
familiar bloodshot eyes staring back at her from behind two black
garbage bags. In a fright, she leaps back.
    “What the hell?” Sarah stares hard between the two bags and
the gritty brick wall. Suddenly her body softens. It’s Melissa. Sarah
scratches her head. “Girl, what are you doing here!”
    “Huh?” drawls Melissa. She looks around. Slobber hangs down
from her chin.
“Don’t huh me, what are you doing out of the hospital so
soon?”
Melissa, groggy and confused, looks around at her surroundings, then at Sarah. She searches her memory for words.
“They must have let me go. The nurse said something about
tests, then she let me leave.” Melissa’s voice has a low drunken
tone to it at first, but it swiftly disappears as Sarah helps her to her
feet.
“Damn! What, they gave you some tests and new clothes too?
That’s some nice shit you wearin’.”
“Some lady gave me these clothes when I left the hospital, I
think.” Melissa