The Dresden Files: Origin
Chapter Four

"I don't believe this." Bob protested as Harry finished propping the dirty man onto his nice clean couch in the Living Room.

He really didn't want to place the nasty, urine smelling guy on his couch. But out of politeness. And the fact that he had been possessed. He had to do it.

"And why the couch?" Asked Bob, lifting his hand toward the still unconscious man. "There's the whole floor he could sleep on."

"Bob." Harry said, stopping what he was doing and looked to him. "Please." Pausing a moment. "Why don't you watch Origo while I find this guy something to eat."

Bob puffed as he began turning. "And that's another thing, Harry. I am not some washed up Babysit that watches little children at the snap of a finger like some Nanny."

But before Harry could say another word, Bob disappeared into the wall heading back to the lab.

Meanwhile, Harry made his way to the kitchen and rummaged through his Refrigerator looking for food. Anything that could be eaten right away. He had a feeling that his guest would eat anything right away and wouldn't complain about the taste nor that it was cold.

He gathered left overs and other various foods. But instead of taking them out, he left them within the fridge. Gathered and ready to be taken out for whenever the guy would wake up. And that was the keyword "whenever". Meaning he had no idea when he would awaken. But come morning, if he wasn't awake by then, or stirring, then he would have to wake him up. Origo didn't have that kind of time.

Harry felt, deep in his gut that this guy would have answers as to where Origo came from and how he could help him.

But now, Harry waited.

It was morning.

He rolled over in his bed to find another comfortable position then closed his eyes, but a second later snapped them open. The guy. And Origo.

Remembering that they were in his house, he leaped out of the bed and jogged down the stairs then half ran half slid across the floor and to his lab door, opened it then peered inside. Origo looked to still be alive but was in no better condition then yesterday. Bob in his skull still. Harry closed the door then ran through the hallway and slid around the corner to the Living Room.

Still in the close he slept in. His hair a matted mess. He calmly walked to the man, seeing if he was awake now or still sleeping.

His gaze peered around the man's bootless feet, up his legs, across his torso that was covered by crossed arms and to a face with open eyes, only the eyes looked to hold shock and were staring off into space.

"Hey." said Harry calmly. "Can you hear me?"

The man's gaze shifted. Turning from the nothingness he was staring at to Harry. And only a moment later, the man leapt in a scream from his spot on the couch to Harry with his arms wide open.

Not having no idea what the guy was doing. Harry jumped back and tried dodging him but didn't make it out of the way in time when the man came crashing down on his waist in a hug.

"Thank you. Thank you." The man sobbed with joy. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

He went on, and was finally stopped by Harry prying him off his waist and helped him to his feet.

But now, the man placed his face on his shoulder and continued with his thanking and sobbing.

Harry was happy that he could help the guy. That he was able to release him from his possession. But there was a life on the line now.

"Ok. Ok." he said, trying to calm the guy down meanwhile moving him back to the couch where he could sit down.

Once sitting down, Harry bent down to him a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, I bet you're hungry. I got some food for you."

The man sniffled, wiped the tears from his eyes and his face lifted with joy. "Food? Really?" he questioned. "Sure."

Quickly. Harry made his way to his kitchen where he got the arm full of food then headed back into the Living Room and placed it in front of the man on the coffee table.

As soon as Harry's arms lifted. The man dove into the food. His hands eagerly ripping away into the tinfoil then brought the food to his mouth and consumed it.

Not through yet, Harry went back to the kitchen and got a giant glass of water for him. He was walking back and got the couch when the man suddenly snatched the glass from Harry. Food still in a hand, but cupped both hands to the glass and brought the rim of his to his parched lips and drank.

Sitting beside him, he watched as the man pulled the half full glass from him in a gasp then continued with his eating.

"My name is Harry. Harry Dresden. What's yours?"

Not stopping from his eating, the man spoke with a mouthful of food. "Eddie Cortrelle."

"Well, Eddie. I know you been through a lot, but I have some questions for you. I need your help."

Eddie stopped his eating. And a serious expression came about his face. And before Harry could say another word, Eddie said, "About Origo?"

Nodding slightly to him. "Yeah. About Origo."

Eddie's head lowered. "How bad is he hurt?"

"Pretty bad. If I don't get the help he needs, he might die."

Suddenly. Out of no where. Eddie closed his eyes and began crying again. But this wasn't like before. With crying out of joy. This was something else.

His hand covering his eyes with his head lowered he sobbed a confession to Harry. "I did it. I didn't mean to do it, but Amoor made me. He made me attack him. He's the one who put the knife in my hand. I'll admit that I can be a rough guy. I can get mad when people stiff me. But I would never kill anyone. He just-He just came out of no where and consumed me. And it's not like that stuff in the movies where it controls your actions. This is different. It's like: being led what to do by something else, but you're the one who's doing it." Looking to Harry with pity in his eyes. "Please, you have to believe me. I would never do that to anyone. It's not me. I would never want to or even try to kill anyone."

Nodding his head and patting a hand on his shoulder trying to calm him down. "I know. And believe me, I know."

This was true. After tasting what Amoor was. The kind of power he had. Harry could really correlate with the guy.

And with the ability Eddie was talking about, that "being led what to do by something else, but you're the one who's doing it." That was most likely Amoor leading his hosts actions through their very anger. Everything that was evil in a person could be pitted against them and used like a driver.

"Eddie," Harry said soothingly. "I need you to help me cure, Origo."

"But, I don't know how to cure him. Amoor didn't say that through all his talking and boasting. I only know that chemicals, anything unclean. Everything that we never take a second glance at can hurt him."

"What do you mean "unclean." Like not purified by Holy Water?"

"No. It's nothing like that. Nothing like that at all. Origo and the others are completely opposite of the Fantasy world. He and his people are of the Earth. Origo is an actual child of Mother Earth. He was, I guess, you could say conjured as a seedling by the Earth and was planted in the womb of a human woman. He's suppose to be a representation of Humanity. I guess that's why the Black Spirits want him dead. They're jealous that he represents the humans and not them."

Harry rubbed his eyes. This was already too much for him. "You said "others" Who are they? Are they the good guys?"

"Well, not really. The others are spirits of a kind who represent the species of the planet. And above that are a higher class that represents the classes of the species, like: Bird, Fish, Insect. Stuff like that. And I wouldn't say that they really like humans. Humans are a part of the Earth just as much as they are, but they despise the humans for having polluted it."

"Where do the Black Spirits come from then?" asked Harry.

"Us." Eddie replied quickly. "There are White Spirits and Black Spirits. The Black Spirts are the evil of us and White Spirits the good of us."

"You know all that. But nothing of how to cure Origo."

"Amoor, never said anything about that. It's not like I could read his thoughts or anything. He's a big talker and doesn't know when to shut up."

"I'm sorry to interrupt your little chitchat." Bob's voice came from behind them making Eddie jump from his seat on the couch.

"Where in the hell did you come from?"

Glancing at Eddie. Bob turned his attention from Eddie to Harry. "Something has to be done about Origo. I can't stand his heavy breathing and his talking in his sleep. Thank god I can't smell his sweat."

"I know, Bob. I'm trying the best I can here."

With that said, Bob disappeared into the wall.

"Did you see that?" Eddie said in aww. "That, guy, just disappeared into the wall."

Irritated now about his the current situation Harry headed to his lab to think leaving Eddie at the couch to finish eating.

"Sorry I couldn't be much of a help." He said before sitting down and continued his eating.

Not a long chapter, but felt I should get something up since it's been neglected for sometime now. And this may not be a great chapter, but I made this in just three hours. So give me a break! Will try and get the next chapter up ASAP.

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