The man stepped up to the picket line set up by police, gazing at the cars passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man’s soul growled as it saw the ...erfect target.Holding up the bottle and a lighter, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the people around the possessed man saw the fire and began to panic, setting off a ripple in the crowd. Just as the realization of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past. Sitting in the back of his limo, the fat balding man was. Detective Morris, a tall clean shaven man with a shaved head, the lead detective, stood, and said he supposed that a news release should be given, to put the pictures out on television, and see if they got any hits from that.Rachel, Judy and I asked that our identities be kept secret, as the commotion caused by the press would be a major disruption.We were right. Local, state, and nation-wide services picked it up, ran with it, and it snowballed. They bayed like hounds on a scent for any scrap. Then everything fell apart, Mom left to go into the kitchen, when she returned she was carrying a cake, no problems so far, it had lit candles on it, as you would expect. Everyone started singing happy birthday towards me, then Mom put the cake on the table, I leaned forward to blow out the candles, everyone was now looking at the cake.I looked past the candles and read the piped icing on the top, ‘congratulations to the new teenager.’ my face froze, my friends who were beside me, couldn’t help. Out of the brush stepped a boy who looked a few years older than me. I was fourteen.He smiled at what he saw and said, “Hi, I’m Bobby. Who are you?”I smiled back, “I’m Nelly. What are you doing here?”He squatted down by the edge of the creek, looking down into the water at my body, “I just moved here because my dad inherited the farm that this is on. I was just out exploring.”Pointing, I replied, “I live back that way so we are neighbors.”Bobby continued, “That looks real refreshing. Can I join.