Chapter 111
(FADE IN:)
INT. - RICHARDS HOUSE - NIGHT
The young man writhed on the bed, red-faced and screaming in a voice vibrating with hate. His hands and feet thrashed as he fought against some inner power only he recognized. The black-suited priest leaned over him, spraying his skin with holy water. The parents hovered in the doorway of the bedroom.
"What's happening?" The mother's shrieking demand for answers only seemed to fuel the young man's agony. Sweat stood out on the boy's skin, huge eyes spinning in his head, tongue thick and flailing as he bounced three times to the edge of the small bed, feet slapping on the floor.
"Dante," the old priest whispered over his shoulder between chants of verse in Latin, calm and commanding. "Get them out. Now."
Behind him, the slim, dark-haired priest stopped chanting, closing his Bible as he hurried forward, slightly less in control than his teacher. He inserted himself between the panic-stricken parents and his elder who performed the exorcism.