Dark Exorcist 2 (Dark Exorcist Series) (4 page)

“Ok dad. I love you.”

“Love you too honey.” They touched hands again as he sat back down.

Laura followed the officer out of the detention area. As he walked her back to the front of the station, there was a little girl standing just inside the main door.

“Is she with you?” The officer asked.

“No,” Laura said as she approached the girl. The girl was small, maybe five or six years old. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a dress with flower patterns. Laura walked over to her and knelt down.

“Are you ok?” Laura asked. “What is your name?”

“Cynthia,” the girl said.

“Hi Cynthia. Where are your parents?”

“I don’t know. I can’t find them. I got scared so I came here.”

Laura looked over at the officer who looked like someone just asked him to split the atom. He was shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head.”

“Can you find my mommy and daddy?” Cynthia asked.

“Um, I guess we can try?” Laura said as she stood.

“Hey kid,” the officer said. “Can you sit down over there for me until I can call someone who can help?”

Cynthia just stood there staring at them both.

“Kid? Did you hear me?”

“How about I rip your cock off and fuck your ass with it!” Cynthia screamed. Her face instantly distorted as she jumped onto the counter in one leap. She grabbed a letter opener from behind the desk and began stabbing herself in the crotch with it. “Oh yeah! Fuck that pussy! Fuck that pussy good!” With each thrust, there was more blood and chunks of flesh clinging to the letter opener as she pulled it away.

The officer pulled his gun and aimed it at the girl, but Laura chopped his arm, knocking the gun out of his hand. The gun went off, firing a shot into the base of the counter as Laura grabbed the girl, trying to pull the letter opener away. The girl hissed at her and spit in her face as she screamed.

“Let go of me you cunt! Let me fuck your rotten pussy!”

Laura backed away as the officer clocked the girl in the face with his baton. The girl tumbled to the floor but jumped back to her feet. He jumped on top of her, holding her down as she struggled. Laura watched as the kid almost overpowered the full grown man.

“Help me!” He said. “Grab the duct tape behind the counter. Let’s tape her up, handcuffs won’t fit her.”

Laura grabbed the tape and ran over to them. The girl’s eyes were red, almost bloodshot looking. Her face was cracked, with blood oozing from each split in her skin. Laura knelt down and began wrapping the tape around Cynthia’s arms. She wondered if this was what the attackers from earlier in the day were acting like. If grown adults were in this same condition, they were all in big trouble.

T
ed stood up while Hernandez continued throwing up. He walked around the squad car and looked at the woman’s torso in his front seat. About thirty feet behind the car were her legs. Hitting the pole had ripped her in half.

“Jesus Christ.” Ted mumbled as he walked back around the front of his car. Hernandez was gone.

“Assistant Chief?” Ted called out. “Where’d you go?”

Ted heard a scream behind him. He spun around and Hernandez leaped onto the roof of Ted’s car. However, he didn’t look like Hernandez anymore. Apart from the uniform, he looked more like the one armed guy who had chased Ted earlier.

“Chief? What the hell! You ok?”

“I’m not your Chief you fuckhead! Come and suck my dick!” Hernandez yelled as he leaped onto Ted, knocking him to the ground. He held his face inches from Ted’s, tearing at his clothing. “Come on and let me fuck you good! You’ll love my cock up your ass! Hahahaha!”

“What the fuck man! Get off me!” Ted struggled against Hernandez, but he was too strong. Ted reached to his side for his gun. He wasn’t sure how he’d explain shooting the Assistant Chief, but for now, the guy was trying to rip his clothes off to fuck and kill him.

“Don’t fight it big boy. Just relax. You might like it!” Hernandez cackled.

Ted got to his gun and held it against Hernandez’s head.

“Get off me! I’m warning you!”

“Shove that gun up your ass motherfucker! Hahahaha!”

Ted closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger. The shot was so loud, his ears rang like crazy. He felt something soft and warm splatter on his face. When he looked up, the top of Hernandez’s head had been blown off. Hernandez’s body went limp, as Ted threw him off and scrambled to his feet. He stood looking down at the Assistant Chief’s body. He was about to get on his radio when Hernandez jumped to his feet.

“Now Ted! That wasn’t very nice!” Hernandez yelled as he lunged for Ted once again. This time he was less coordinated. He still moved quickly, but was off balance. Ted struck the side of his head with the butt of his gun, knocking Hernandez to the ground.  “What’s wrong buddy? You don’t think I’m your type?” Hernandez started to get to his feet, but Ted opened fire, this time shooting him through each eye and once through the nose. By the time Ted was done pulling the trigger, Hernandez had almost no face or head left. Only then did he finally stop moving.

Ted holstered his gun and leaned on the back of his car.

“Fuck me! Holy shit!” He looked around and knelt down next to Hernandez’s body. How the fuck was he going to explain this shit? Looking over at his car, he decided he wasn’t getting back in there with the severed human torso in the front seat. Hernandez had left his car running, so he walked over to the driver’s side, but the door was locked. Great. He went back over to Hernandez’s body and began looking through his pockets for extra keys. Before he got far, he thought he heard someone behind him.

Ted turned and looked, but there was nothing but a row of bushes and a few houses. The yard closest to him had a chain link fence around it, but no one in sight. He turned back around and stuck his hand in one of Hernandez’s pockets. He felt around, but felt no keys. Just some change and a stick of gum. As he removed his hand, he heard something again. This time he turned around and saw someone standing in the yard. It was a man, his face also mangled and twisted. Ted stood, and the man actually waved at him. Behind the man, several more people walked up, also with faces twisted and distorted.

Ted began to back up slowly, but the afflicted just stood there. He almost tripped over Hernandez’s body as he moved back. He got his footing under him and continued moving back. The afflicted started moving toward him slowly, until the man in front took off toward him at a dead run. The other afflicted started with him. There were at least a dozen of them. They jumped the chain link fence and cleared it like Olympic hurdlers.

Ted turned and ran at a dead sprint down the alley as fast he as could go. He got onto his radio as he ran and screamed.

“Officer down! Officer needs assistance! Send everybody!”

B
ernard drove them in his SUV back to New Dublin. Simon was sitting quietly next to his mom. Dietrich kept an eye on him, trying to get some kind of read but the kid’s face was completely blank. He didn’t have a good feeling about going back to the house. The boy seemed normal for the moment, but no telling what was really going on in his head.

“What the hell is going on up here?” Bernard said as they approached the town limits.

Dietrich looked out the window and saw several police cars along the road. Behind the cars several barricades had been set up. An officer approached as Bernard pulled up. Dietrich noticed he wasn’t local, it was a DPS officer.

“Sir, I need to ask you turn the vehicle around and go back,” the officer said.

“Go back where? These people live here. I’m taking them home.”

“No sir. Town is closed for right now. You need to go back.”

“Closed? How is a town closed? What’s going on?” Bernard asked.

“Sir. I’m not gonna tell you again. You either go back, or you’ll all be arrested for disorderly conduct.”  “Are you serious?” Dietrich chimed in. “You can at least tell us what—,” Dietrich was cut off by the other officers’ screaming. The officer at their vehicle ran back toward the barricades. Several of the officers had high powered rifles and were shooting at something, but Dietrich couldn’t see anything.

“Does this have anything to do with Simon?” Sharon asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Simon killed his sister. You told us all about this Indian spirit or whatever. Now they are shooting at something.”

“I wouldn’t jump to conclusions. There could be anything happening here,” Dietrich said as there was a scream from outside. He looked up and saw several people on top of the barricades. The officers were shooting them, but as some were going down, others kept coming. One of them twisted off an officer’s head and kicked it as if he were punting a football. The officer’s body fell to the ground as another officer shot the man from behind. Dietrich noticed how distorted the people’s faces were.

More and more of them came over the cars and barricade. The officers were outnumbered, and their guns weren’t all that effective against the approaching horde. One afflicted tore an officer’s rifle away and began hitting him in the face with it. The officer’s head split open after several blows, blood and brains pouring out onto the street.

“Go back,” Dietrich said.

“What?” Bernard said.

“Go back. In reverse. Now! Go!”

Bernard threw it in reverse and started the car backwards, just as Dietrich saw several of those afflicted starting after them. They were fast too; one of them almost got a hand on the SUV. Simon hadn’t moved an inch. His expression was still blank as he stared out the window at the melee.  Bernard kept driving in reverse until the SUV slammed into a utility pole. Glass and metal crunched as the pole teetered and fell onto the top of the SUV. The top of the car had caved in, mostly in the backseat near Simon, who was small enough to avoid it hitting him. The doors all flew open as they all climbed out of the vehicle. Sharon ran around and grabbed Simon, pulling him out of the SUV.

Several of the afflicted were closing in on them. As they got closer Dietrich could see just how messed up they all were. They were all grunting and screaming profanities. They started to run from the afflicted, but Bernard was hobbling on his right foot.

“I think I broke my foot,” he said. As Dietrich put his arm around him, the afflicted surrounded them.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!” Sharon kept saying.

“Father, give me Last Rites please.” Bernard said.

“I’m not a priest anymore.”

“Just do it. Please?”

The afflicted began closing in on them. Sharon held Simon close to her, but he pushed away.

“Simon! What are you doing?” She tried to grab at him but he moved toward the afflicted.

Dietrich cringed, waiting for the afflicted to mob them and rip their limbs off and swallow up the boy. Instead, the afflicted moved back as Simon approached them.

“Stop,” Simon said to them. “None of them are to be harmed.”

The afflicted all backed away and started to gather around him, all looking at him intently.

“Let’s go. Back into town,” he said as he began walking. They all followed behind him.

“Simon! Where are you going?” Sharon screamed. “Simon! Get back here now!” She began to run toward him, but Dietrich grabbed her.

“Don’t, let him go,” he said.

“No! He’s just a little boy!”

“Not right now he’s not. Yeshto’th is controlling him now.”

“Is he gone? Is my little boy still there?” She asked.

“I don’t know. Let’s get indoors. We know Simon will be fine for now, at least physically.”

They walked a short ways down the street, knocking on some doors. No one was home at the houses they tried.

“I wonder if the cops evacuated people.” Bernard asked.

“It’s possible,” Dietrich said. He walked around the back of one of the houses and found a sliding glass door. He pulled on it and sure enough, it was unlocked. He stepped inside and walked through, opening the front door.

“No one is home, but we’ll just have to hole up in here until we figure out what to do.”

“Can’t you just do an exorcism?” Sharon said. “That’s what you do, right?”

“It doesn’t exactly work that way Sharon.”

“Then how the hell does it work? What good are you? An exorcist who can’t cast out demons?”

“Because demons aren’t what everyone has been led to believe. They’re much worse.”

O
nce Laura got Cynthia’s arms taped up, she sat back and took a deep breath. It had taken two rolls of tape to subdue her. She had torn her way out at one point. The officer sat looking at Laura.

“You ok?” He asked.

“I think so. She didn’t hurt me, if that’s what you mean.”

“Yeah. What the hell is going on?” He said.

“I don’t know. So do you have a name?”

“Oh, right. Derrick McCain.”

“Hi Derrick. I’m Laura if I haven’t told you already.”

“Hi, this is fucked up,” Derrick said. “And no other cops are back by now.”

Laura noticed Cynthia was asleep.

“Is she ok?” Laura asked.

“I think so.” Derrick put his hand on the girl’s chest as he looked her over.

“She’s breathing fine. She’s lost some blood, but it stopped.

Laura knelt down looking at the girl closer. She looked like a sweet and cute little girl. Just moments ago she was the complete opposite. Suddenly Laura felt strange. She stood and backed away from the girl and looked at Derrick.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

I don’t know. Her face felt warm as overwhelming sexual arousal suddenly took her over. This wasn’t like her. She had just had sex the night before with one of her guy friends. She wasn’t the kind to just get horny out of nowhere. But for some reason, she was so turned on, she could hardly stand it. She undid her jeans and pulled them off as she jumped onto the counter.

“What the hell are you doing?” Derrick said standing up.

“Shut up!” Laura said as she pulled her panties of and began rubbing her clit. She rolled her head back as her fingers massaged her clit faster and faster. It felt so good. Masturbation was a regular thing for her, but it had never felt this good. Within seconds she was in the midst of orgasm. Once she finished, she continued massaging her clit, but a little slower. She looked up and saw Derrick standing in front of her stroking his cock.