I'd never seen Doug like this and it scared me. Scared Archie, too, I could tell, because even though he was still on the ground he was trying to back away from him.
But every time Archie moved, Doug moved, to remain standing over him.
"Accept this," Doug's voice resonated in the sticky air and I'm sure the trees of Lastwailing Woods echoed the words, "our sacrifice!"
But the voice of that thing within me did not echo them. It spoke its own words. It gave its own command:
"We need a sacrifice. Do it. Now."
Hatred clenched my fists.