End...

Vlad could not believe that he was just an adopted child and saved by the family that took care of him.  That’s what he read in an old diary of his Mom.  He also found out where the cross scar on his back came from.  He was just a child when his real parents wanted to offer him a black spirit since his parents were animistic.  He was being saved by Mr. and Mrs.  Lawther.  The ritual was not successful due to Mr. and Mrs.  Lawther's interruption but he still carries the power of the black spirit who has no other desire but to kill and hurt himself.  He cannot believe it, he cannot believe why his parents did that to him.  He wasn't supposed to be suffered.  He wasn’t supposed to expose and deal with a black spirit recently.  There is no other way to break away from the black spirit.  All he knew was that his cross scar is where the black spirit resides and he needed to remove it.  Is he supposed to suffer rather than see himself hurting people around him?
"WHAT are you doing man?"  Dereck said in shock.
He was speechless.  He just bent down and kept looking at the floor.  Then he raised his head silently and stared at them.  He has the most terrified look on his face.  His face distorted into anger and rage.
"You're all dead. Mortem..mortem."  His voice sounded exactly how they portray demons in the movies.
"What was he saying?"  John said with a sign of protest.  "Mortem?"
"Mortem is the Latin word for death. There's something got him. He looks like he's not Vlad."  Dereck concluded.
"Please help me."  His face turns back to normal, he looks at them and begs them for help in his normal voice.  Then his face would twist back to that sinister look and scream out at us in that strange language.
"This isn't him,"  Ian said.  "We couldn't let him stay that way he seems dangerous to himself and others. We should help him"
"Okay, Vlad, please stay calm," John said and he moved close to him.  The latter wasn't aware that Vlad had a knife he hid in his back and when John was close to him he stabbed him in his stomach and the latter cried in pain.  Then Vlad ran away into the darkest part of the place.  His girlfriend's voice calling his name echoed.
He still holds the knife he used to stab John a while ago when he returned to his sanity.  He was crying.  He was hurt.  But he didn't know what was happening and even asked himself where he was and what the hell was he doing in that dark place.  One by one the incident flashes in his mind.  He remembered the scar, he remembered the knife.  It took him a few seconds before he took off his shirt and his hands caressed his back where his scar was.  He will remove it using the knife.  But how does he do that?
"Vlad?"
He turned to the owner of that voice.  His girlfriend was the one he saw behind him holding a flashlight.  It was crying, terrified.
"Please stay away from me."  He cried.
"No Vlad, I can't. I'm not scared, I know it's you. I love you, Vlad."
"Please stay away," He begged her.
"Please don't ask me to stay away from you." She begged him too.  "I don't know how can I help you."  She cried in torment.
"Okay," He let out a sigh.  "Here's a knife."
She shrugged.  "What for babe?"
"Do you see the cross scar on my back? Do you?"
She pointed the light at his back.  "I do"
"I want you to remove it using the knife, and cut it deep. It's where the devil resides that made me hurt others."
She shook her head.  "No, I can't"
"Please I'm begging you if you can't then please leave me alone and stay away from me."
She moved close to her and her tears continued to flow.  "I can't do this"
"Please, time is running and in a second it'll dominate me again. Just cut deep and remove the scar"
She let out a sigh and she began to lacerate the part where Vlad's scar was.  Tears of pain seep from his eyes.  He clenched his teeth and bit his lips in agony.  She buried the tip of the knife too deep and he felt the pain but he had to endure it.
"Babe it's moving,"
"I know that's why cut it faster, remove it faster."
He could not focus on what it was doing because of the blood flowing from the wound to the injured part.  She was striving to cut the scar since it was moving and she couldn't believe it.
His face slowly turned sinister and he asked her to cut it faster she immediately cut it and the skin with the cross scar fell to the earth and blood spurt everywhere, in her face, her hands, and to the ground.  Vlad slowly fell and lost consciousness.
WHEN he opened his eyes he saw himself in the hospital room.  He felt the pain in his wound due to the deep cut on it.  The nurse stares at him with a friendly face.  He asked him about his friends and his girlfriend and the nurse said that he would call them for him.  He smiled and thanked the nurse.
His girlfriend entered his room and sat on a chair, he was lying on the bed.  She asked how he was feeling and how was the wound.  Vlad's eyes screamed and opened wide as he saw the cross scar on his girlfriend's face.  Her face twisted into an evil look and she let out a growl.  She was staring at the corner of the room talking to someone.  She speaks in a language that is not familiar to him.  How does it come?  How the hell did this thing happen to her?  But when he looked again at her.  The scar was invisible.  His girlfriend stood up and moved close to her to hug him.
"Don't worry, everything is fine now," She said.
But how could he be sure?