“This Latin is so easy,” Elmer said. “Good thing we take Italian class in school,”
“Legion,” Gary’s voice sounded hoarse and raspy.
“What?” Elmer said as he turned to look at Gary.
Gary’s head was looking directly at Elmer, but his body was facing the opposite direction.
“Legion,” Gary said again.
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No one in the densely crowded Waipahu neighborhood heard Elmer’s screams as his demonically possessed best friend peeled back the skin was from his best friend's bones, strip by strip.
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