Dark Exorcist 2 (Dark Exorcist Series) (3 page)

“Chief, you’re not gonna believe this,” Ted explained. He went on to tell him about the entire encounter. Once he was done speaking, the Chief was silent on the other end for what seemed like several minutes.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” The Chief finally said.

“No! I wouldn’t fuck around about this! Get over here at Duhurst and McDermott. You’ll see, that nut is probably still running around. I don’t know what to do with him.” Ted pulled the car over once the man was out of sight.

“I’m at the scene of the shooting from earlier.”

“This is one of our guys! It has to be, he’s only got one fucking arm. How many one armed lunatics are running around town?” Ted asked.

“Yeah yeah, Ok, I’ll have Hernandez come by. Keep an eye out for the other two while you’re at it, and be careful. If you’re not totally nuts, then these guys are dangerous as hell.”

“Yeah, no shit. Ok, I’ll be here when Hernandez gets here.” Ted hung up the phone. Shit. Assistant Chief Cleo Hernandez was a fucking prick. On top of his other flaws, he hated Ted. Though Ted didn’t care much for him either. He had no doubt, Hernandez wouldn’t believe any of it and just shit all over him to make Ted look bad.

He looked back in his mirror, but the one armed guy hadn’t caught up to him. The guy must have given up or found something else to run after. Before he looked down, the sound of exploding glass made him jump. He turned to his right to see a woman whose face was cracked and bloodied like the one armed guy’s leaning through the passenger window grabbing for him.

“Hey pig fucker! Let’s play! Ya want some pussy?” She yelled.

He threw the car back into drive and hit the gas. The woman held on to the cage and was hanging halfway in and out of the car as he sped down the road. He swerved from side to side, trying to shake her, but she wouldn’t let go. He cut down an alley without slowing down. There was a utility pole on the right side of the alley. He pulled to his right and scraped the right side of the car against the pole at full speed.

She still didn’t let go, at least not right away. She had stopped screaming and flailing; instead, she fell face down into the passenger seat. He stopped the car and looked closely at her. It was only her torso that was in the seat. There was blood splattered along the door and her entrails were dangling out the window. He climbed out of the car and threw up in the grass. As he heaved his lunch onto the ground, another squad car pulled up and stopped in front of Ted’s car. It was Hernandez. The Assistant Chief stepped out of the car, put on his cowboy hat and stuck his chest out like he always did, walking over to Ted, who was still on his hands and knees.

“Well, aren’t you looking fit for duty today? Up drinking all night?” He said.

“Look in my car,” Ted replied.

“At what?”

“Just look.”

“I’m the one who does the order givin’ Patrolman, but I’ll humor you this once.” Hernandez stepped to Ted’s door and looked inside. He opened the door, apparently to get a closer look. After a few seconds, he dropped on the ground next to Ted and began throwing up.

D
ietrich sat in Bernard’s office as he waited. After several minutes, Bernard stepped inside, with a woman and a little boy. Dietrich stood to greet them.

“Sharon and Simon, this is Father Harlan, the man I told you about. Father Harlan, this is Sharon and Simon Masters.” Bernard said.

“Thank you, good to meet you.” Dietrich said. “But I’m not a priest anymore. You can call me Dietrich, or Professor if you must.”

“Thank you. It’s fine. I heard all about what you did at that other hospital. I can’t even imagine.” Sharon said.

“Oh, that wasn’t all me. But thank you.” Dietrich knelt down and looked at Simon. “And how are you there big guy?” He said.

“I’m fine, sir.” Simon said.

“You don’t need to call me sir. Call me Dietrich. I’m here to be your friend.”

“Ok.” The boy wasn’t smiling, but wasn’t frowning either. He seemed to just sort of be there. That troubled Dietrich, as kids that age should be expressing some type of emotion.

“Why don’t you all have a seat and we can get started,” Bernard said.

Sharon and Simon sat on each of the large easy chairs in the office. Dietrich sat just across from Simon.

“Now Sharon, I went ahead and filled Dietrich in on what happened a few weeks ago. When did they let Simon out of the group home?”

“Just a few days ago. They said as long as we keep him in treatment he can stay out as they’re not prepared for someone so young.”

“Ms. Masters,” Dietrich said. “I’m very sorry about your little girl. I can’t imagine how that must have been.”

“Thank you,” she said.

“Now, Simon, I know you’ve talked to Dr. Wayne. So I apologize if you have to repeat anything. But I need you to tell me everything that happened that day. Including things you may have thought about, heard or anything else. Can you do that for me?”

“I think so,” the boy said.

“Ok, go ahead.”

“Well, I don’t remember a lot. Mommy went downstairs to do some laundry. I was playing with my Legos. After mommy went downstairs, I heard Isabelle crying.”

“Was she crying loudly?” Dietrich asked.

“No. Just sort of sniffling crying. Mommy was in the basement, and I was gonna go and get her. But then that guy started telling me not to.”

“What guy?” Dietrich said as he looked at Bernard.

“I don’t know exactly. I couldn’t see him, but I heard him. He said Isabelle was evil, and that she would hurt mommy.”

“How could she do that?” Dietrich asked.

“I dunno. He said she had super powers even though she’s a baby. He said if I ate her heart then I’d have super powers too.”

“Why didn’t you talk to your mom? Like go get her in the basement.”

“The man said there was no time. He was kinda scary. He had a mean voice. I was afraid of what he’d do if I didn’t do what he said.”

“How did you feel when you were cutting your sister open?” Dietrich asked.

“Excuse me?” Sharon said. “How do you think he felt?”

“I’m trying to get an understanding of his mindset at the time. Understand his experience.” Dietrich explained. “Go ahead Simon.”

“Well, at first I was scared. When I stuck the knife in her, she screamed, but then she got quiet. She went all limp. So I kept cutting. The man told me how to do it and where her heart was. When I found it, I cut it out and then ate it. That’s when mommy came in.”

“Yes, I understand. What can you tell me about this man, Simon? Has he ever spoken to you before?”

“Sometimes. Usually at night. He’ll tell me he’s my friend. He says if I do what he says, I’ll be the strongest boy ever, like a super hero.”

“That must sound pretty exciting.”

“Yeah, I guess he was lying though. I don’t feel any stronger. I did everything he said. I can’t fly or anything.”

“Yeah, that is a shame, son. Has the man talked to you since then?”

“Only once, just before I left the group home.”

“What did he say?”

“He said he’ll make sure all those cunts choke on their own shit.”

Sharon gasped as Dietrich and Bernard looked at each other.

“Simon,” Dietrich said. “Did this man, does he have a name?”

“Yes.”

“Can you tell me what it is?”

“No. He told me not to tell anyone.”

“You can tell us. We’re your friends, its safe.”

“No it isn’t. You’re not always with me. He is. He’s everywhere I go.”

“We’ll protect you,” Dietrich said.

“I don’t think you can.”

“We had a priest come over and seal our home. He poured holy water around and blessed his room and everywhere. So I think it might be ok.” She said.

“I’m sorry, but if this is who or what I’m afraid it is, none of that will do any good. I know from experience.”

“You think it’s that demon you fought before?” She asked.

“No, I wish it was.”

“What do you think it is? You’re scaring me.”

“I’d like a bit more evidence, if we can dig a little deeper. I have a few more questions for Simon if that’s ok.”

“I guess so,” she said.

“Simon, when was the first time you heard from this man?”

“Not long after the baby came home.”

“Had anything happened prior to you hearing from him? Like, had you guys just moved? Or did you maybe get a new toy, or did you meet strange people?”

“I don’t think so,” Simon said.

“I think I might know.” Sharon said. “Or at least have an idea.”

“What is that?”

“When he was digging in the yard, he found this little clay statue. Well, part of one. It looks like a dog or wolf and had some weird markings on it.”

Dietrich sat back and thought for a second.

“A wolf you say? Could it be a coyote?”

“I guess it could be that too. Why?”

“I believe what he found was a symbol used by the Karankawa Indian tribe that used to live in this area. They became extinct in the mid-1800s. One of the things they did was eat the flesh of their enemies to gain their strength and power. They are believed to have worshipped the wolf or coyote. To them those animals were sacred. The coyote is a symbol of strength and power. The symbol you found was for the coyote god, Yeshto’th, which means war and mayhem.”

“Oh my God.”

“I was just reading up on it earlier. But this god was most likely some kind of demon. When Simon found that clay statue, he somehow released him.”

“I didn’t mean to!” Simon said.

“We know, Simon. No one is mad at you. Where is the statue now?”

“It’s at home, I think I put it in a drawer.”

“I’d like to see it if that is ok, and maybe look around your home as well.”

“Yes, of course. Do you think you can help stop this guy or thing?”

“I don’t want to alarm you more. My understanding is Yeshto’th is a vile and disgusting being, but I will do my best.”

L
aura sat in the police station while the cops processed her father. She tried to see him, but he was still being questioned. She still couldn’t believe what had happened. Her dad had always been so peaceful. He’d always kept guns, but this was Texas. Almost everyone had several guns. This was the first time he’d ever used it on a person. She didn’t blame him for being frightened. She was frightened as well.

“Do you know when I can see my dad?” She asked the officer at the front desk.

“You might not be able to see him at all. Why don’t you just go on home?”

“From the way today has gone, this might be the safest place to be.”

The officer shrugged and went back to his computer. Laura sat playing with her phone hoping to hear something soon. What she found strange was how quiet the police station was. It was a small department. They only had maybe a dozen or so officers. The only sound in the place was the static of the police radios. With all that had happened, there was almost no chatter at all.

That all changed after a few minutes. There was a loud scream over the radio. She couldn’t tell what had been said, but instantly every officer in the station ran out the door and to their cars. She watched through the doorway as every squad car and several unmarked cars peeled out of the parking lot. She turned around and saw everyone was gone. Looking around, and finding no one, she walked behind the front desk and through the second set of double doors into a hallway.

As she walked down the hall, there was a set of cubicles and desks in one large room. There was another large room with a podium and a few rows of chairs.

“Hey! What are you doing back here?” Someone yelled from down the hall. She turned around and there was an officer walking toward her. “You’re not supposed to be back here.”

“I’m sorry. Everyone ran off. You guys are holding my dad, I wanted to make sure he’s ok.”

“Yeah, an officer called for help, so everyone had to go.”

“So why are you here?”

“Don’t worry about me. You need to go back out front.” He said as he tried to take her by the arm. She pulled her arm away and backed away. She noticed this officer was much younger than any of the other officers she’d run into. He was skinny and looked like he was barely out of high school.

“Don’t touch me! Where is my dad? Is he being charged?”

“He’s in holding. I don’t know what’s going on with him. The detective who was talking to him left. So you’ll just have to wait.”

“I’ve been waiting all day! What is going on around here?”

“Look, I’d tell you more if I could.”

“Then why can’t you?”

“Because I don’t know, ok? I’m new, like brand new.”

“I can see that. How old are you?” She asked.

“I’m 21. They just hired me last week. I haven’t been to the academy yet, I’m supposed to go next week.”

“Great. That’s why you stayed behind?”

“Pretty much. I been just answering phones and shit.”

“So you’re not even a fucking cop.”

“I am, sort of. Look, cut me a break ok. You want me to take you to your dad?”

“Yes! Please!”

“Ok, come on,” he turned and she followed him down the hall. He took out a key and opened a door leading to a detention area. There were a couple of holding cells. Her dad was sitting on a bench in one of them.

“Dad!” She said.

“Hey honey!” He stood and reached through the bars. She held up her hand and touched his.

“So what did they say?”

“Nothing yet. I was still telling them what happened and they all ran off. Said officer needed assistance,” he said.

“What are we gonna do dad?”

“Where’s your mom?”

“She’s at home. She was all freaked out so she took one of her sleeping pills and went to bed.”

“Oh, well probably just as well. She doesn’t handle stress too well.”

“I know.”

“So did all the cops here leave?” He asked.

“Yeah, except for this guy. Not sure what is going on unless they found those attackers from earlier.”

“Ok, let’s wrap this up,” the officer said. “I could get in trouble if anyone finds you back here.”

“It’s ok,” her dad said. “Go home. Keep an eye on your mom. When they get back I’ll ask for my phone call, ok?”