Scooby Doo Mary Jane Possessed Novels & Stories

I forced my hand to move and dropped my fork back in my plate just as the footsteps started to approach the dining room. “Do you want to join us for dinner?” Diane asked when the footsteps came to a halt. I held my breath and looked up. There was no way the universe wasn’t fucking with me. How did he manage to appear everywhere I was? Flynn’s eyes moved across the table. They passed over my parents, over Diane, over Richard, and over Lucas. Until they found me. His expression didn’t change as he looked back at Diane. “Already ate.” Diane’s smile stayed warm. “Are you sure? There’s—“

She began moving frantically, trying to jump to avoid touching the ground, crying in terror because she could also see two corpses in an advanced state of decomposition. Her two greatest fears, seeing rotting corpses and rats. She couldn't understand how she was still standing there; she felt like she was going to faint. The brown-haired man let her go, knowing she wouldn't leave because he was blocking her way, sensing her desperation without even looking at her face. She trembled like he had never seen before. "You'll spend the night here," he stated, not fully convinced by his own words. She was so scared and desperate, in a state of shock.

Kylie said. "We burned the house to the ground though, so it may be hard to go back again, and figure out what his motives were." "You burned it down? Why?" Jason asked, truly curious. "We figured that the collars weren't just to make a fool of the rogues, he was actually possessing them through it. He's possessing objects now, using them to manipulate people. Those kids, Maren mentioned? I can bet anything that he possessed something of theirs and was using it to manipulate them." Kylie voiced her inner thoughts and Jason seemed to be considering them.

Kane stood up in front of me, her hands up in an attempt to calm him, but it only seemed to set him off further. "You're one of them too! Get off me! She's a demon! You shouldn't have brought her here!" The rasp in his voice and the way he struggled were painful to watch, but I couldn't look away. The orderlies kept calling out for him to remain calm, but he wrestled to be freed from their hold. "Mr. Sullivan," Dr. Kane started, and my head snapped over to her. "It's Detective Sullivan!" The bite in my voice acted like a bullhorn, and the room fell silent. I pulled my eyes away from her to see Detective Sullivan had stopped struggling and was standing still, watching me warily.

"spread you legs for me!!! bambina" He gestured me to lay down on the couch. My breath hitched at the anticipation. I don't want this, at the same time, I can't resist it.. His voice, his tone makes me obey him. "I told you something bambina!! " he says, while pouring a glass of scotch, not looking at me. My heart isn't at its normal pace, my tachycardic heart is nowhere to be stopped. I hate it damn it, I want to kill his persona and bury it where none can find it.

I tell the others to do the same, too, although Tala keeps sneaking glances and I can feel how wary Sarah is. “/I shall keep a watch,/” Mary offers. “/It is of no difference where my head be turned. My eyes need not look upon that which I see./” “/You can see out of the back of your head?/” Reese asks. “/That is so cool!/” “/I’m watching them anyway,/” Tom drops into existence to comfort us. “/Hey, Mary, you can walk through walls, right? Awesome! We are going to be the best. Scouts. Ever!/”

But Maryna and I looked at each other, and from the way her eyes widened, I think we were both thinking about the same terrifying possibility. “Could it have been him?” Maryna asked, bringing a hand to her forehead as if suddenly dizzy. Daon and Simon stared at us, seeking answers, but we were too lost in our own fear to respond. “You think it was Bobby?” I asked, afraid of the answer. “Who’s Bobby?” Simon asked, confused. “Jane’s abusive ex, the one I almost tore an ear off,” Maryna answered casually. “WHAT?” Daon asked, shocked. He looked like the ground had been pulled out from under him and seemed lost in his own thoughts as he leaned against the wall. My mind was running in pure panic,

Shit, she was being possessed again. “We have to stop her.” I tell Logan and he looks at me, his lips turned up in a smirk. “Why do we? Are you mad?” “Maybe. What if she leads us somewhere?” “She might, she also might kill you.” I snap at him. “Can you not see it? If Abby is possessing her, she can’t kill us because Lana will die. As much as I hate it, it might work in our favour that we have both marked her. Abby can’t kill us without killing Lana. As much as I despise Abby, there was an element of care for Lana that resided in her.”

I asked. Mary’s eyes filled with tears. “It will take you,” she whispered. My heart stopped. “What?” I whispered. She nodded slowly. “It will take your memories,” she said. “Your identity. Your name.” My breath caught. “Then I’ll be like you?” I whispered. Mary shook her head. “No,” she said softly. “You’ll be worse.” My hands shook. I looked at her. “Why?” I demanded. Mary’s voice was quiet. “Because you’ll be the spine’s voice,” she said. “The one it uses to control everything.”

She has done enough damage already. “Why don't you stop now, Janice! Stop while you still can, you know you can't get her out of here.” “Says who? You? Hahaha,” Janice laughed hysterically. I don't know how to describe it, but Janice isn't the Janice I had seen before. This Janice smells of evil. “I guess you still don't know I'm powerful now. I want to see you stop me if you can!” “Layla, please don't fight her. I think Janice is possessed?”