Chapter Eight

Past Experience

Jen laid across Chase’s motel bed while Jeremiah tended to her wounds. Chase was shaking with absolute fury and pacing up and down the small room. The smell of dust, cigarettes and old musty alcohol was making Jen a little sick and the fact that she could feel the heavy demons blood soaked into her clothing wasn’t helping.

I bled demonic blood. I exorcised myself. The thoughts kept spinning around in her head. “He possessed you.” Chase said for the fifth time.

“Yes.”

“And you can’t speak his name.”

“Speak his name and manifest.”

“Can you write it?”

Jen beckoned him forward with her hand and he went towards her with a pen and paper. She wrote the name down the way she thought it was spelt: Addrahmahlek. Her handwriting was messy and her spelling was atrocious but she got out enough for Chase to read it. “Adra�"”

“Shut up!” Both Jeremiah and Jen yelled.

“Are you a fool?” Jeremiah stole the paper from Chase and smacked him over the head. “She just said, speak his name and he manifests.”

“Then what will we call him?”

“Whatever doesn’t invoke him.” Jen said, then hissed as Jeremiah poured disinfectant on one of her deeper wounds.

“So he’s trapped and there are a bunch of demons trying to free him.” Chase said, flopping onto the bed next to Jen. “And he’s all powerful.”

“Which means some pretty powerful demons will be involved.” Jeremiah rubbed his forehead. “Great.”

“But where does Marcus Saint Smith fit into all of this?” Jen asked.

“The commune wasn’t just a commune.” Chase leant over her as he spoke. “I was trying to call you last night but you didn’t pick up.”

“Obviously, I was busy.” she said.

Chase pushed himself up into a sitting position. “His mother a Witch.”

“Oh crap.” Jen rubbed her eyes tiredly and shook her head. “And Graceland Smith is probably doing something for this demon not knowing she’ll get killed in return.”

“How is Emo-kid involved?” Chase asked bitterly.

Jen frowned at him. “Stop calling him that, please.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” Jeremiah closed the top of the alcohol bottle and tightened it. “We’re off the case.”

“What?” Both Chase and Jen darted up, rounding at Jeremiah. They glared at him, waiting for him to explain. He just rolled his eyes.

“I don’t care what either of you say, there are two dead bodies and a witness that can place all three of our faces as the murderers. There are demons who know your faces and now there are people hunting Witches. Need I remind you, Jen of your heritage?” Chase looked at Jen out of the corner of his eye then back at Jeremiah who continued to talk. “Both of you need to report and document all you’ve found. A hunt just up north should be finished in a week or two. I’ll give it to one of them to finish. In the meantime you two need to flee to Tasmania, somewhere the Demonic community won’t find you and the human community won’t bother.”

Jen was still weak from blood loss but managed to get up out of bed and follow Jeremiah to the kitchenette. “Jer, this was my case. I started it, let me finish it.”

“You’ve grown to close, Jen. In one week, you’ve grown too close to the case.”

“But�"”

“No buts about it. I’m your guardian, I promised to take care of you until you’re eighteen.” Jeremiah grabbed her arm and waved the bloodied and scared skin in front of her face. “Does this look as if I’ve taken good care of you?”

“It was one mistake.”

“A demon possessed you!”

“It won’t happen again.”

“It’s not just that, Jen!” Jeremiah shouted. “That Williams kid knows you killed two people. He’s probably piecing together things right now or spilling his guts to the cops. Do you know what the cops will do? Put your face to the name Emerald Hunter. You’re already a wanted serial killer, the only thing you’ve had going for you all these years is the fact you’ve had an alias. Now that alias will be gone.”

Chase got up slowly off of the bed. “What about me? I mean, I can still finish the hunt.”

“No you can’t.” Jeremiah glared across the room at Chase this time. “I’ve been watching you since you came, you’re jealous of this Edmund guy. You have emotion invested into this thing too now. So no, you can’t stay.”

“But�"”

“Good God, I thought you would stop saying ‘but’ and ‘why’ at the age of eleven!” Jeremiah turned on his heel and walked to the door. “I’m going to get dinner. Leave, and so help me God I will ground your asses. I don’t care if you’re nineteen or fifty-two I will ground you.” He opened the door and half turned. “If either of you call Mary-Beth I will hurt you on top of that grounding.” He slammed the door behind him.

Chase and Jen stayed inside the motel room like small lost children. The motel they were staying at was one in Dulwich Hill for twenty-dollars a night. The rooms were comfortable but small and Chase and Jen wanted to avoid the other out of humiliation. “It’s scary that he can still make us feel so much like a kid.” Chase said. He then looked at Jen and scoffed. “Well you still are a kid.”

“You’re only two and a half years older, not a decade.” Jen sat on the edge of the bed. “Remember when I was about seven and we both snuck out and almost got killed by that Shifter demon. The one with the really long fangs?”

Chase show his arm where he had a long thin scar running from the bottom of his elbow to his wrist. “Mary-Beth was excellent with a needle and thread.”

“And Jer went nuts at us and didn’t talk to us for days. I think we did more chores in that month alone than ever before.” Jen chuckled.

“Or ever after. Mary-Beth slapped him around for being so strict on us…” Chase sat down on the bed next to Jen and wrapped his arm around her. The two slowly glided down and laid across the bed.

“Chase what happens if Jer is right?” Jen whispered in a small voice. “What happens if Edmund tells the police who I am? What if I get onto a wanted list and then…”

“It won’t happen. Normal people aren’t serial killers by the age of sixteen. Not that I’m saying you’re a serial killer.” He quickly covered up at the end when he saw her face fall. “But I’m just saying. You were, what? Twelve when you made your first demon kill as the Emerald Hunter? You’ll be cleared of everything.”

Jen shifted back into his side and stared at the ceiling. “But I have killed so many people.”

“You’ve saved a lot of people too, Jen. Don’t forget that. For every demon you killed, you saved about fifty people who they’d possess and kill later.” Chase started massaging her scalp. “You’ve done a lot more good than bad.”

“You don’t kill them.” Jen said. “You exorcise them and kill small pieces of yourself.” Chase stiffened uncomfortably. “Tell me what it’s like to do it? I mean, I exorcised myself by accident. I just started saying Holy Names and kept my pendant close and…”

“You don’t feel it the first time.” he blurted out. Jen inhaled sharply. “You don’t feel the demon pass through your body and take a small chuck of your soul. Not the first time.”

Jen frowned at him, her heart starting to race. “It steals your soul?”

“Only small bits of it.” Chase murmured, his fingers burying deeper into her scalp. “At first, you feel just a little numb. Like something’s missing and your empty. But at first, that’s it. Just a little numbness. Then slowly, your whole world is tipped over because you realise something major is missing and it was only when I stopped feeling certain emotions, did I realise it was my soul.”

Jen got up onto her knees, moving out of his arms and glared over him. “What emotions? What can’t you feel?”

Chase looked away and then smiled at her. “I still have love. That’s the main thing.”

“Chase.” Jen grabbed his hands. “Emotions are important. You can’t let them…”

“It’s okay. I don’t use exorcism as much anymore. Only for small children or people with families.”

“Chase!”

“I’ll be okay, Jen.” Chase sat up and grabbed her hands. “I love you, don’t I? I still can be happy, you’ve seen that.”

“I want to know what you can’t do.” She rubbed the back of his hand on the bed.

“Only bad stuff.”

“So the things that remind you, you’re human?” Jen stared at him. “Do you think the demon took anything from me?”

“Only something small. It takes a couple of times for them to remove whole emotions. Each time you exorcise a demon, it frays your soul. Eventually, it’s easy to rip apart.” He shivered. “I’m lucky I can feel enough of fear to know I need to stop.”

Jen leant down and kissed his hard. When she pulled back Chase was giving her a small simple smile. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking one day,” she wrapped her legs around his waist and leant against him. “You and I will get out of the hunting game for good. We’ll work for money for a couple of years and buy a nice house and then you and I will have a proper life with a proper family outside of this messy world.”

“Could we do that?” he whispered. “Could we forget about all the bad stuff and just live in ignorance?”

“Not in ignorance.” Jen pressed her face into his shoulder and inhaled deeply. “In safety. In security. Somewhere where you and I can sleep and be together that isn’t a yellow industrial bin.”

“But I love that bin.” he pouted.

Jen smiled, “I guess we could hire one out every now and then.”

Chase chuckled and kissed her cheek. “I love you Jen.”

“I love you too.” she kissed him then when she pulled back just smiled. “Promise me you won’t exorcise any more demons.”

“I promise.” he leant down and kissed her again. The two made out like that until the door to the motel opened and they jumped apart to separate corners of the room.

Jeremiah rolled his eyes, storming in. “Leave you two alone for five minutes and you’re jumping in it like rabbits in the springtime.”

******

Edmund left the police station at close to three in the morning. He’d been arrested, questioned then released for disappearing without being questioned. After a few gently words they’d let him go and he convinced them to let Zeke and Tony go too.

Outside of the Police Station, standing in the pouring rain was Greg and Angel. Greg was smoking and Angel was sitting on the front bonnet of Zeke’s car. “Get in before you get sick.” Zeke ordered as he unlocked the car doors. Tony got into the front with Zeke and Greg, Angel and Edmund piled into the back. Edmund laid against the window, closing his eyes.

“Long day, huh?” Angel nudged him from the middle. “You alright, bro?”

Edmund just nodded his head, closing his eyes tighter. “Ed?” Tony asked from the front. “You okay?”

“Mysterious is always good, ain’t that right?” Greg reached across the back seat and ruffled Edmund’s hair, sending water drops spraying everywhere. Edmund smiled and nodded but never opened his eyes. “He’s just tired.”

“Crazy couple of nights.” Tony said. “First Saint’s whacky Aunt now Mrs Tarnette and Stephen.” He shivered, the sound of chattering teeth echoing through the silent car. “Makes you wonder what’s going on in the universe.”

Zeke turned on the stereo, turning up as loud as he could. The other boys knew it meant Zeke really didn’t want to talk. The rest of the ride was like that, straight to Greg and Angel’s place in Brighton-Le-Sands.

They piled out of the car in the driveway and went up to the apartment above Coles. It wasn’t an amazingly big place but it did for Greg and Angel. Angel’s cousin, Sophie opened the door as Angel started jiggling the keys in the knob and pulled Angel inside, hugging him tightly. “Are you crazy? I have been looking for you all afternoon! And you!” she pulled Greg into just as tight of a hug. Greg looked surprised by this and Edmund, Tony and Zeke stood uncomfortably at the door. “Why didn’t either of you call?”

Angel squirmed out of Sophie’s grip and made his way into the room. “I’ll explain when I’m dry, woman.”

“Don’t you woman me, young man. Why are you wet?”

“If you haven’t noticed, Phee, it’s raining.” Angel pointed out the window and then disappeared into his room.

Sophie looked out the window then back at Angel and Greg. “That don’t mean you two can go running in the rain. Zeke?” Sophie rounded on Zeke and glared at him. “I thought you said you’d take care of them.”

“I was in a Police Station, Sophie.” Zeke dropped onto one of the closest couches. “Sorry if I didn’t have Ang and Greg on the top of my priority list.”

Sophie’s jaw dropped and she sat down on another of the couches. “Where’s Leash and Saint?” Greg asked.

“Asleep. Both of them. Saint’s in Angel’s bed. Don’t wake them though. Saint was knackered and Alicia’s got exams tomorrow.” Greg looked disappointed and went into his room to grab some dry clothes. Sophie was thirty-two years old but already had a fourteen year old daughter and looked after Greg and Angel by herself. She had short cropped hair that she usually spiked up with different colours running through and wore a lot of thick jewellery with very colourful clothing. Her home, like her fashion was full of chunky, colourful, mismatched furnisher but because it was all wooden, it seemed to blend.

“Would you boys like tea?”

“Beer.” All of them chorused.

She pushed herself up off the couch and made her way quickly towards the kitchen, coming out five minutes later with six bottles of beer. Greg came out dry and Angel was just changing his shirt and drying his hair in the cluttered living room. Angel and Sophie both had the same blue eyes with thick black rims and both were the same height. They would have looked more similar had neither of them dyed their hair. “None of you are driving tonight, right?”

“Zeke is.” Tony said.

“I’m walking home.” he murmured. “I only live up the road.”

Sophie cracked open a beer for herself and chugged almost half of it down before stopping for a breath. Her armful of bracelets jangled down her arm as she lowered the bottle to the table and looked at all the boys. “Come on. Spill. What the hell happened today? The news said something about dead bodies and a freaky devil s**t. Said three boys discovered the body.”

“Actually, we all did.” Angel said. “Zeke just told the cops me and Greg weren’t involved.”

“Didn’t want you to get out of work.” Zeke said.

“How considerate of you.” Sophie glared at him. “But next time, let me decide that, okay?”

“Who would have picked up Alicia if you were at a Cop station?”

“Shut up, Zekehill.” Alicia turned to Tony. “You’re the sensible one. Talk.”

Zeke glared at her, pushing himself off the couch and walking into the kitchen. “Well, I don’t know exactly what happened. The fire alarm was pulled and then two bodies showed up in the hall, looking all bloody and stuff. It was like something out of a horror movie.” Tony shivered. “I didn’t go inside. Zeke and Mysterious did though.”

Sophie’s eyes shifted to Edmund. She sighed, “You won’t talk, will you?”

Slowly, Edmund shook his head.

Zeke stormed out of the kitchen and into the living room. “Tobias’s here you know. Tobias’s here and I was in the freaking hall.”

This time, Sophie gasped. “When the hell did Tobias get back into Sydney?”

Angel groaned, “Man, I told you not to mention that name in this house.”

“It’s too late.” Zeke pulled out his mobile and tossed it at Angel. “The cops have already collected him.”

Edmund got up and walked over to the balcony. He opened it slowly and looked over his shoulder as the others started to argue about Zeke’s brother. He went outside.

Edmund leant against the ledge of the balcony and looked out towards the city lights. What if it was Jennifer.

He withdrew his mobile and looked through. He finally found Jen’s number and started texting.

U need 2 tell me now if it was U ~ Edmund.

There was no reply for at least half an hour. He could hear people outside and heard Sophie start to get hysterical. She always got hysterical when Tobias was involved. Some of the rain that reached him pattered against his thick jacket but because it was already damp from the morning made little difference.

It deepends w@ u think I did ~ Jen

Kill Mrs Tarnette & Stephen Armand ~ Edmund

Again there was a long wait until he received a reply. Edmund was glad he went outside before the screaming started. He hated screaming, especially when it was nonsensical. He hated when people yelled or got angry. Edmund found no point in anger, although he felt and experienced it.

Sometimes he wished he could never feel anger.

No. I didnt kill them. But it was my fault ~ Jen

Well U need 2 tell the police or Zeke’s brother will B pinned for the murders ~ Edmund

Y would Zeke’s brother B pinned 4 it? ~ Jen

It’s complicated. ~ Edmund

Edmund had to wait another half an hour before Jen replied. He sat on the bench outside on the balcony, cradling the beer in his hands. The rain had started dying down and he thanked the heavens there was no lightening. Thunder was fine but lightening scared and woke his parents up. If there had been lightening, there would have been hell to pay.

Tobias Jonas, murdered 10 yrs ago, 25yrs in jail, got let out on good behaviour cuz some1 paid a judge. Father of 1 girl and his gf’s name was Sophie. Travels a lot. Am I right? ~ Jen

Edmund blinked and read the message four times before fully absorbing it.

Zeke’s brother happened to be Alicia’s father and Sophie’s ex-boyfriend. He wasn’t the most amazing of fathers, nor was he that good of a partner, but he was a half decent guy who was trying to get out of a bad place. Because when Tobias was twenty, he was found guilty of torturing and murdering a young man for money.

He had received twenty-five years in prison, with good behaviour.

But somehow, with many strings pulled and a lot of bail money, Tobias got out fifteen years early. He tried to lay low for the most part and tended to stay out of Sydney where people recognised him. He repented for what he did and his family and friends, for the most part, forgave him.

But the only people who knew the full story was Zeke, Sophie, Alicia and their closest friends and family.

How did you find that out? ~ Edmund

I can find out anything. ~ Jen

That’s hardly fair when you won’t tell me a thing…It’s unfair you won’t admit to the things I already know about U. ~ Edmund

He categorised the four things he already knew about Jen.

She was an orphan.

She still lived in a garbage bin, even after she told him she moved out. He knew she escaped through the back window of the motel, even if he didn’t see her.

Her alias was Emerald Hunter.

She was a Witch.

I need 2 go pick up my guitar case. Its @ school. Then I’ll come 2 the Park. ~ Jen

Edmund finished the rest of his warm beer quickly and went back into the living room. He swapped the empty bottle for Zeke’s keys off the coffee table and went straight to the front door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sophie asked, standing up. Edmund stopped and turned around, taking in the scene. Everyone else had finished their beers a long time before, the condensation on the outside the only thing left. Tears had poured down Sophie’s face and Angel was next to her, hugging her. Zeke looked massively pissed and was holding his mobile, his leg twitching anxiously and Greg and Tony both looked as if they’d stepped into a family feud they had no intention of being apart of.

“Out.” He said, tugging his hood over his head. “I’ll be back early in the morning.”

“It already is early in the morning, Edmund.” Sophie sniffed, wiping her eyes hastily. “You’ve had a beer. The BAC is supposed to be zero when you drive. What happens if the police pull you over after you’ve just come in from the station?”

Edmund smirked, “I’ll talk my way out of it. Just trust me and let me go.”

No one else argued and Edmund was on his way.

Just meet me @ Montague Park. I’ll pick Ur guitar case up cuz its on my way. I’ll b there in 20. ~ Edmund.

******

Before Jen snuck out of the motel that night, she kissed both Jeremiah and Chase goodbye. It was close to five in the morning and she made a quick detour past her bin to change clothes. Jen was quite used to running and walking places, but her injuries slowed her down more than she was used to. Once she reached her bin, she clambered inside and removed her clothing.

Her t-shirt and pants had started to stick to her and as she removed them, the clotted blood tore and her wounds reopened. Her whole body, from head to toe was scarred by the holy water and for the first time she understood why Chase would sacrifice little bits of himself rather than let others be hurt. For a moment, she breathed and let herself remember and pray for all the lives she took.

Jen didn’t necessarily believe in any particular God. She didn’t know how to when all the names she used for God worked the same. She used Jehovah a lot though, not because she belonged to any sect of Christianity but because of one of the many women she met who was possessed by a demon.

Jen was twelve and hunting by herself. It was far from the ideal childhood but she knew no different. Hunting was normal to her and very formulaic. Find demon, trap demon, kill demon. At first, Jeremiah had given her simple straight forward hunts with low level demons. She knew other things existed out there �"other Supernatural creatures�" but the only truly evil ones she knew were Demons.

Jeremiah had sent her to a job in the Shire. It was a fairly simply one. Some woman had been possessed, would trap young children and eventually, the young children would turn up dead.

But there was something odd about the case.

The woman who was being possessed had called up the Church and asked to be exorcised and no one could accomplish it. Jeremiah had, had his ear close to the ground at the time and sent Jen in.

The woman, a sixty-one year old grandmother with arthritis, locked herself in her home so she could stop hurting people. She tied herself to a chair with iron shackles and was waiting for someone to remove the demon from within her.

All Jen would have to do was walk in and shoot the demon with one of her blessed bullets.

It was supposed to be that easy.

She snuck into the house around midnight. She needed the cover of darkness, or at least she preferred it. She lifted herself in through a second story window, climbing down from the roof. She was much smaller and more agile, her clothing a lot less bulky.

After sliding through the window like a cat, she looked around and turned on the closest light. She was in an empty bedroom that smelt of old person and flowery perfume. Everything in the room was flowery from the curtains to the bedspread and even the wallpapers. The carpet was extremely fluffy and Jen knew that if she had a traditional grandmother instead of one who liked to run through forests naked to commune with nature or one who knew how to pull a Winchester rifle apart and put it back together in under two minutes, their house would have looked like this one.

Tossing aside the thought of her eccentric family, Jen turned the light off and went downstairs to where she could hear a frothing and gurgling noise with intermitted moans and whispering.

“Jehovah.” She entered the living room, removing her gun from her back pocket. The black iron bullets, blessed and carved with a pentagram were already loaded. She clicked the safety and pointed the gun at the old woman making all the noise.

With white wispy hair mused around her head and a oddly knitted cardigan, at first Jen thought she looked plain crazy. Then she saw the raw burn marks around the woman’s wrists, wrapped with wrought black iron chains. The carpet was damp and by the burn marks on her feet, Jen knew it was holy water. The old woman kept whispering, ‘Jehovah,’ so her eyes were permanently inky black.

Jen inched closer, her gun still raised. “Hello Demon.” The old woman looked up at Jen and gasped.

“Careful child!” she shouted. “Careful or he shall kill you!”

Jen cocked the gun and kept it pointed at the old woman. But then she faltered. Because it wasn’t the demon speaking but the woman. “God.” she said the first holy name that came to her head. The woman flinched and turned away.

“I’ve come here to kill you.” Jen said uncertainly. “The demon, not the lady. Well, I have to kill the lady to kill you, the demon but… Who am I speaking to?”

“Both of us.” the old woman wheezed. “He is inside of me!”

Jen’s arm dropped and she scratched her head uncertainly. “Okay, I don’t get this. What’s your name? Lady, not demon.”

“My name is… Dorothy… Dotty… Christiansen.” She wheezed out her surname and flinched at the first part of it. “The demon is Kalarha.”

“How are you in control of him?” Jen asked, in complete disbelief. Dotty had tied herself up in iron, wet the floors with holy water and was chanting one of a hundred Holy Names out loud. “Why aren’t you at his mercy?”

“Jehovah… my dear.” Dotty shook uncontrollably for a moment, then her tremors stopped. She sunk her feet into the holy water then hissed and pulled them back up. Her eyes, permanently black flashed angrily then raised again. “He does not like you. Kalarha. He knows your name. Emerald Hunter.”

Jen shifted uneasily as Dotty continued. “He knows what you are here to do. I know too. You are going to kill me with your bless-ed bullets, made holy by Jehovah himself.”

She looked down at her gun and couldn’t help but think that if God was to make a holy weapon it would look a bit better than her nine-millimetre. “Yeah, I guess.” She frowned and looked around. “How did you know what to do?”

“Jehovah told me. When Kalarha first took over, I was scared, weak. I watched him kill.” Dotty’s head shook viciously and her mouth started to froth like a dog, sending spit flying everywhere. When she stopped she shouted out, “Jehovah!” And for a second the black eyes disappeared to show Dotty’s bright green ones. She breathed heavily and then looked at Jen, eyes still inky black. “Kalarha does not like you at all. You are of course the one Jehovah promised he’d send.”

Jen tried not to laugh, “Jehovah or Jeremiah. Because the latter sent me.”

“No, Jehovah sent you. You are one of his soldiers, after all. Fighting against the grandchildren he never wished to have.”

“What a crappy granddad.”

“What a horrible son.” Dotty shook her head again and stood up, sitting back down as her feet started to burn. She screamed once and then cut herself short. “He said if I blessed the ground with water, if I wrapped my wrists with iron and called his name out again and again, you would come and take the demon away. He said to trust you, my child.”

Jen flinched and looked at Dotty seriously. “I’m not sent by any God, lady. I’m going to kill you to kill the demon. If I don’t, he won’t die either.”

She shuddered and just nodded. “He told me you would have unorthodox methods. He told me you have strayed from his path. But Jehovah loves you, my dear. Jehovah wants you to return to his path.”

Jen put her gun up and pointed it back at Dotty. “I was never Christian.”

Dotty shook her head one final time. “It does not matter. When I am in the Kingdom of Heaven, I shall sit by Jehovah and hold his hand and I shall pray for you, child. I shall pray that he will help you grow into something more than a killer. Because while you don’t understand now, one day you will realise you have done equal wrongs to rights. That is when Jehovah and I will come and show you back to the light.”

With much regret, Jen killed Dotty. She cried and cried that night, unable to stop herself. She didn’t know why the old lady had effected her so badly, but she did.

Jen washed the blood from the old woman’s floral cardigan and removed the bullets from her chest. She then took a pen and wrote, ‘JEHOVAH’ on the back of her hand to stop any other demons from destroying her body, although she was pretty sure the iron and holy water would deter them enough.

By the time the sun rose, apart from the gaping wound in her chest that Jen did the best to clean up, Dotty Christiansen appeared to have fallen asleep in her rocking chair, underneath a floral blanket reading her monthly subscription to the Jehovah’s Witness magazine.

Jen looked at the bottle of holy water she kept in her bin and poured it over her half naked body, over the wounds and the coverings. Jen still didn’t have any particular religion, but she always hoped that the woman reached her Jehovah and hoped that if Jehovah heard Jen saying his name, he’d pass on the message to Dotty that Jen was still fighting for people like her.

Author's Note

Spelling or anything? Oh and, I'm not in anyway religiously inclined to Jehova's Witness... My Aunt is Jehova's and I just happen to have a lot of magazines lying around because of it so I used Jehova...