The Necronists

by J M Bannon

  The Tick-Tock of the surrounding machinery stopped, and the room was silent. Angelica walked back to the hole in the floor and it was covered with concrete and rock. The vestibule was gone.

  5:23 p.m Streets outside the Continental Cattle Company, Omaha Nebraska

  Elmore's pyrotechnics had taken hold. He was outside the Continental Cattle Company watching the flames blast out all the windows. The brick walls were holding but the wooden roof had already collapsed. He had to keep moving back to cope with the intensity of the heat.

  Joe Murray had come up next to him."Hey, Joe how are ya doing?" said Elmore.

  "Elmore, you look like shit,"

  "I feel like it." the Marshal told the young Sheriff, lightly touching the bruising on his face.

  “what’s with the Spear of Longinus?”

  "What," said Elmore giving him a queer look.

  "The Spear of Destiny the one that pierced the side of Christ," said Joe.

  "Lady from England gave it to me. She didn't mention any of that," said Elmore touching his swollen eye.

  "Do I ask?" Joe just looked at the ground kicking rocks across the dirt.

  "You'll find at least one body in there. The deceased is James Leary, a trapper, and troublemaker. He was working for a guy named Wilburn, a Company man over at Astor. I'll be seeing the judge about a warrant for his arrest."

  "Here, or back in Denver City?"

  "It can wait until I get back to Colorado. I will talk to the Judge about bringing Wilburn in for questioning and then I'm thinking about taking a vacation," said Elmore.

  "Whereabouts?"

  "London," said the Marshal.

  "London, England?" confirmed Joe.

  "Yep."

  "You know they don't call a vacation a vacation over there they call it a Holiday," Joe informed Elmore.

  What do they call Christmas then?

  "Christmas, I guess. You can ask when you go on Holiday."

  36

  Sunday the 31st of March

  12:05 a.m Dimtre’s Vila Lago d'Orta Italy

  Rose, Caiaphas and Tommy all looked to their feet as a black sludge and wispy haze shrouded the floor. The source was the staircase from the engine room.

  Angelica climbed the steps and when her eyes fell upon the old man her demeanor altered. Shock and rage charged through the entire room under the influence of her ichor. Before Rose could say “Angelica,” the black tentacles had engulfed Caiaphas.

  “Where is my child?”

  I don’t know who you are but killing me won’t get your answer. He laughed between gasps as he was crushed. Only his eyes could move and they moved to Rose. “Irony is the gun shots killed this body,” said the old man.

  Rose stepped in front of Caiaphas “Angelica is this the man the one that helped you escape from Haiti?”

  "Out of the way Caldwell," howled Angelica the ichor reverberating with her words.

  “Angelica, the negro enchantress. How could I forget you? Let me say you look nothing like the boy, yet he has an anger streak and a talent for the metaphysical.

  It hit Rose that Angelica had the Ju Ju Staff, the primitive relic was wielded by the Voodoo Kings and Queens. Upon the relic were the skulls of the previous five Hougan’s. The black mist swirled around the staff and in and out of the eye sockets of the skulls.

  “You should be a proud mother. Gerrard in my care has shown he is adept. He shows his mother’s power and his fathers discipline a perfect combination for what I plan to do with him.

  The entire field of ichor tensed. Rose heard Caiaphas’ bones crunch and his silhouette distorted. Rose cringed.

  “Rose, tell her about me she does not understand that this physical form means nothing," said Caiaphas.

  Angelica, you may as well be talking to him by wire type. He is not Caiaphas this is something or somebody he controls. His from another world and lives forever. You won’t get anywhere this way.

  “Another plane of existence, but you’re directionally correct. You see, Miss Du Moya you are not the only one that can inhabit a mortal form. In fact I have been doing this since before your species figured out how to write. Now I have held up my part of the bargain when you died I made sure your son inherited and was fostered by an excellent guardian. That guardian is me,” said Caiaphas.

  “Please, I want to see him,” Angelica softened and so did the ichor.

  “Impossible, what I need him for he can’t be distracted by you and once he’s ready, he will be a very busy boy. Let’s be very clear sorceress if you come looking for him, he will be my first casualty,” said Caiaphas.

  Angelica let out a vengeful scream and fell to her knees. The ichor around Caiaphas engulfed him then turned to giant centipedes that consumed his body.

  Angelica collapsed and the black liquid shrank back to be absorbed by her dress as it returned to the conservative white lace.

  “Tommy get out of here and figure out where we are,” asked Rose.

  “I’m not leaving here without you two, who knows what else is going on in this place,”

  Rose looked at Angelica, she hesitated for a moment before she picked up the staff then set it aside to make sure Angelica was alive. Her breathing was deep and her face placid as if in a deep dream.

  “I think we will be here awhile so at least go downstairs and have a look at that contraption. It is the engine that powered and controlled the gates they used to move from place to place.” Said Rose.

  37

  Monday the 1st of April

  3:40 p.m. the Village of San Giulio, Lago d'Orta Italy

  You don't drink coffee?" asked Angelica.

  "I drink tea, I'm English," replied Rose. The two sat at a cafe on a steep sloping cobblestone street. The sun was out, and Rose wore her sun spectacles.

  "You're an English Lady, true, but right now you are in Italy, so you will have an expresso with me," said Angelica to which Rose made a face.

  "two expresso," said Angelica.

  "You put a lot of sugar in it then it tastes like a candy or a hot chocolate. That's how my father drank it and I would steal sips as a little girl."

  "Which Father?"

  "I have no recollection of the Hume girl's life. Her memories went with her spirit,"

  Italians came out into the streets looking overhead as the Peregrine circled the island village of San Giulio in the middle of lake D'Orta. After Angelica finally awoke, Rose led her and Tommy out of the villa into town. The problem leaving the house wasn't encountering more foes or Angelica's state, it was getting Tommy out of the clockworks that controlled the travel gates. The three found a wire type office and cabled Reidun to come get them. That meant an overnight stay in a lovely lakeside inn on the island while they waited the fifteen hours for the Airship to reach them from London.

  "This town seems like a nice place for a Holiday or a long weekend," mused Angelica.

  "If they only knew what was happening in their midst. Before we go back to the house, I would like you to come with me to see a friend. He is the one I want you to help," said Rose.

  "I thought I would go to America and look for my son rather than return with you. Caiaphas will reset his plans after I destroyed his body and you jamming up his production. Now is the time to find my boy before he can react," said Angelica.

  "I made a promise to help you. You have a far better chance of finding him with my help than without. He made it sound like your son plays a big part in what he is up to. If young Gerrard has your natural talent, his manipulation of the aether will be formidable. Please just help me with Preston. He will be an important asset in conducting research and it was he and Azul who helped me to entomb Caiaphas' brother."

  Angelica was interested in Roses proposition, "tell me more of what you know about this Outcast, as you call it."

  "It is some kind of being from another existence. The Four of them were banished to Earth, they have extraordinary powers over the metaphysical and the human mind. This Caiaphas had a feud with the oth
ers and had imprisoned them in objects. It's a long story but the Alchemist Guild accidentally freed another Outcast, named Pruflas," Rose explained.

  "Like the demon at the tower of Babel."

  "Those stories are rooted in the truth that these creatures have been here for a long time influencing our civilization. My point is this, you have great power, but it is in need of management. If you are able to fully control your power we can use it to defeat Caiaphas. Preston, Azul and I have defeated one of its kind, so if you can help us resolve Preston's problem, then we can be at your full disposal to take care of Caiaphas while you get your son back."

  The waiter set the two tiny cups down, along with a sugar bowl. Angelica heaped two teaspoons in and stirred, Rose followed suit. "I'll meet with him, but there is no certainty I can do what you think," Angelica conceded after taking a sip.

  "While we fly back there, I'll share my plan. You are an important part of the solution but there are a few things I have put in to place you need to know about. After you hear my plan you see that together we can make this happen; I promise we will find your son."

  38

  Tuesday the 2nd of April

  11:00 a.m. The Guest Cottage at Gilchrist Manor

  Doctor, I have to say, your treatments, in my opinion has had the opposite effect you promised,"

  Lord Gilchrist stood over his son laying on the single bed in the guest room of the cottage. Preston was catatonic, emaciated and pale, a shell of a human being. On the other side of the bed was the Swiss doctor.

  "Your Lordship, the case history is such that he was untreated for so long I am certain that the brain has been permanently damaged. There is a growth or scar tissue that cannot be reconditioned with the electrotherapy," the Doctor stated patronizingly.

  "So, this is what I'm left with, excuses and a son who cannot walk or speak?"

  "No sir, what I am saying is that he will require a more invasive method or we will lose him for certain. My electro-therapy is a novel technique, but what he urgently requires is a surgical procedure; I have already secured a surgical theater at London Hospital."

  "When can he have the operation, Doctor?" the Elder Gilchrest said in panic.

  "I have scheduled it in three days' time. I wanted to give some colleagues time to rearrange their schedule to observe the procedure,"

  "You are joking, you stand there and tell me that my son is at death's door and you are holding off, so your cronies can come and see you show off?"

  "Performing this procedure is a rare teaching opportunity, and since I am the one who invented it having fellow surgeons observe could save the lives of others," said the Doctor.

  "Doctor Burckhardt, you understand I brought you here only to save one life, not become a showman to the London Medical community." Gilchrist felt helpless in the situation. He regretted admitting his son into Burckhardt's care, yet he knew this was the leading mind on insanity, who else could help?

  Lord Gilchrist made his way to the door of the bedroom. "Doctor, I will make arrangements for his transport and the London townhouse to be opened. In two days' time, you will cure my son."

  11:20 p.m Weng Lo’s London Casino

  Weng Lo stood at the back of his casino near his office door. He was stretching his legs after a day of meetings, reviewing the books, and managing the various interests of the largest triad in London. He was awaiting his lieutenant Jimmy Lin to discuss his operations before retiring home. Jimmy was late and Weng had no patience for tardiness.

  He went back into his office to wait. He decided that he could go through correspondence he had just received from Hong Kong. There were several letters and a package. He opened the first letter and read through it; the message was encoded but his mind was quick enough to decipher his brother's code.

  Routine business, the key code for next month's ciphers they used when sending wire types. Together with his brother in Hong Kong and his other in San Francisco, they ran the most powerful Chinese crime organization and did so by being careful and meticulous in how they coordinated operations right down to how communications were handled.

  There was a loud knock at the door, "Enter.”

  The door opened it was Jimmy Lin.

  "Sorry Boss, but I didn't want to come here without the results from the Loom," the Loom is what Jimmy and Weng called his betting arbitrage scheme.

  "This Derby will be the first big betting weekend of the race season. With the form set for all the races, betting has picked up; now it's known we lay off bets the money has been flowing in," reported Jimmy.

  "Ok, so what took so long?" Weng complained.

  "This guy I have working for me, he is a major pain in the ass."

  "The Professor," confirmed Master Lo.

  "Yes, he is a certified genius, fucking brilliant. He will make us a packet for sure, but he goes off on these projects," said Jimmy.

  Weng just looked at his number two, he was tired and not in the mood for a Jimmy Lin story.

  "Mr. Weng, don't look at me like that. This is coin in your pocket."

  "Go on,"

  "So, I show up to get the numbers and De Morgan is droning on about how he spotted an anomaly in the Number Loom, a pattern of some kind. I know he is gonna make me late to see you and therefore I'm giving him the same look you're giving me right now, but he does prattle on..."

  "Like you're doing now?" interrupted the Triad Boss.

  "Exactly, but I have learned that he is looking out for me and I trust his judgment. So unlike you, I quietly waited and just thought about the shit you would heap on me for being late,” Weng wasn't interested in taking the bait.

  Jimmy continued after he saw Weng's mood was unshakable. "DeMorgan explains to me he punched cards to check what he thought he saw and identified a pattern of bets being placed in the fifth race on a particular horse. The Professor believes this is one person trying to spread bets across all the bookies; he can see this because we're consolidating all the counter bets they're making," Jimmy smiled.

  "Just get on with it Jimmy. I want to get home."

  "Fuck, this is big stuff. That machine gives us the ability to know when someone has fixed a race by the betting patterns. So first off, I can tell all those bookies to fuck off and not get caught on the other side of the bet; then we can place similar bets around town. By the end of Derby week I may own every bookmaker in the country," Jimmy slammed his hand on the desk.

  "That's great news Jimmy," Weng tried to feign interest, "Listen tomorrow I'm going to the docks to see Huan, I want you to pick me up at the house at eight to go over there."

  "I'll pick you up then. Maybe a good night of sleep will get you to appreciate the work me and that crazy old man are doing with the engine to make you rich," said Jimmy excitedly, leaving Weng's office.

  Weng lo grabbed the correspondence on his desk to put in his wall safe. The package he judged was too big to go into the strong box, so he set down the envelopes and opened the box. Inside the brown wrapping paper was an exquisite black walnut case. The workmanship was from the homeland.

  He opened the box and inside nestled in cushioned black satin was a pink pearl the size of a cricket ball. Weng held it up between his thumb and forefinger and looked at it. Then he looked in the box to see if there was any note or markings. Looking back to the pearl he heard a cracking sound and felt movement.

  It broke like an eggshell. He swiftly let go, the pearl dropped to his desk shattering and revealing a small lizard with antlers. His heart filled with fear as he remembered the myths of his home country.

  Weng fell back into his chair as the lizard grew, "Ying long," he uttered. The dragon quadrupled in size, its long gold body wrapped around Weng like a snake crushing him. It continued growing in size overpowering the gangster. As he gasped for air under its weight, the room flooded, filling with a monsoon rain. As the flooding increased the surface of the water became turbulent, no longer a basement office but a winter storm on the high seas.

  The dragon
pulled Weng under the water and released him just enough to allow a gasp for air but not enough to get away. Weng's lungs filled with water; he died from drowning in his office that never had a drop of water in it.

  39

  Wednesday the 3rd of April

  8:16 a.m. The Cottage at Gilchrist Manor

  Rose found it funny to see the footmen jockey for positions as they ran to where the airboat would land. They expected it to come down in front of the Manor house, but Rose had instructed Amelia the new First Mate, to land behind the cottage where Preston was being held.

  During the descent, Amelia said, "There is an ambulance at the cottage!"

  Sure enough, a white steaming screamer, as the steam lorries were known, due to the loud shrieking horn used to warn people as they sped through the streets, was sitting in the drive beside the cottage.

  Amelia brought the craft down beside the cottage faster than the men on foot could keep up. By the time the footman and Brentwood were near Rose had hopped out, with Angelica following. The two women strode with determination towards the cottage. Angelica had her staff.

  "Rose," yelled Doctor von Traube. Holding her skirts up and running to meet them at the cottage from the Manor house.

  Out of the back-patio door came two large men in white orderly shirts making the Swiss doctor look even more diminutive.

  "Doctor, I'm here to see Preston,” Rose requested, politely at first.

  "I am not going to let you," retorted Burckhardt.

  "Why not Doctor, it's not as if he will recognize them?" said Lord Gilchrist He was also making his way to the cottage but behind his staff.