The Complete Book Of Fallen Angels

by Valmore Daniels

Stacy offered to drive the rest of the way to Vancouver, and Darcy sat up front with her.

  I was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep, waking only when we pulled into the all-night diner down the street from The Gaming Boys.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  I drank far too much coffee while we waited. My head buzzed, and I could feel a massive headache coming on, though I wasn’t completely certain my activities from the night before hadn’t contributed to it. Darcy told me there were always physical side effects of using the power. Sometimes they were strong; sometimes they were subtle.

  “What time does the hobby shop open?” Darcy asked.

  “Ten. In about two hours.” Stacy looked up as the morning shift waitress approached. “We might as well get something to eat, and then maybe we can go and check it out.”

  I hadn’t felt hungry until the moment Stacy mentioned ordering breakfast, and then realized I was famished. I ordered more than I normally ate, and to my surprise, finished every morsel on my plate.

  I dug through my pockets to look for cash, and was more than slightly embarrassed that I only had ten dollars on me.

  “Let me.” Stacy pulled her wallet out of her purse and dropped a couple of twenties on the table, and Darcy added several crumpled bills to the pile for her share.

  “I’ll pay you back,” I said. “As soon as I can get to a bank.”

  Stacy shook her head. “Until we get through this, I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Tracing your account will be the first thing the cops do, don’t you think?”

  She was right, and I felt my face go red. Al had chided us for being stupid, and here I was not thinking again.

  Darcy stood up. “Maybe your brother’s friend will show up to work early.”

  We left the diner and drove the car past The Gaming Boys, the last unit on the left side of a four-store strip mall, which had a convenience store, dry-cleaners, and a one of those ‘make-your-own’ wine stores.

  While the convenience store and the cleaners were open, the hobby store was sealed up tight.

  “If Eugene’s anything like my brother, we’ll be lucky if he shows up on time.”

  I drove half a block more and pulled into a supermarket parking lot. Turning the ignition off, but leaving the key in so the radio would continue playing, I opened the car door.

  “Where are you going?” Stacy asked. “We’ve got at least half an hour before it opens up.”

  “Just going to grab a bottle of orange juice,” I said, offering her what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “Did you want anything?” When both women shook their heads, I said, “I’ll be right back.”

  * * *

  I headed toward the supermarket entrance, walking as casually as I could force myself. When I was almost there, I veered off and, checking over my shoulder to make sure Stacy and Darcy weren’t looking, quickly made my way across the street to a small internet café I had spotted when pulling into the parking lot.

  It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the café, and when they did, I spied a kid who looked no more than sixteen.

  “Hey,” I said to him, walking up. “Wanna make ten bucks fast?”

  “I don’t do that shit, you perv,” he shot back.

  “No.” I cleared my throat, hoping no one else in the café had heard him. “I’m not so good on a computer, but I need to look something up, and I need it in a hurry.”

  He glared at me suspiciously, but then said, “Show me the green.”

  I pulled out the ten dollars from my front pocket and dropped it on the table beside the computer.

  “What do you want to find out?” he asked.

  I told him, and within two minutes, I found out what I needed to know.

  * * *

  Back at the car, I slid into the seat, and raised an eyebrow when I saw Stacy touching up her makeup.

  “Is it almost time?” I asked.

  With a glance at the digital clock in the dash, Stacy nodded. “But if I could ask one thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Let me go in by myself.”

  I frowned. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

  “Whether Chuck contacted him or not, Eugene doesn’t know any of us. If three people show up looking like we’ve been through, well, what we’ve been through, anyone in their right mind would get spooked. If it’s just me, a worried sister looking for her missing brother, I think it’ll go over better.”

  I glanced into the back seat to see Darcy’s reaction to the suggestion. She nodded at me, so I said, “All right. We’ll go into the convenience store next to it and browse through magazines or something.”

  With our plan set, we got out of the car and walked the half a block to the strip mall. The Gaming Boys open sign wasn’t turned on, but the door was propped open, and I saw a bulky young man moving a cardboard display around inside.

  As agreed, Darcy and I entered the convenience store as Stacy ducked into the hobby shop, flashing me a quick smile before she disappeared inside.

  Casually, I sauntered over to the magazine rack and picked one at random. Flipping through the pages without really paying attention to its contents, I slowly became aware that Darcy was looking at me.

  “What?” I asked.

  “How was your orange juice?” she asked.

  My insides flip-flopped and I realized I had forgotten to buy a drink at the supermarket.

  “I, uh, it was fine,” I said in a stammer, the lie uncomfortable on my lips.

  She gave me an unwavering look. “It’s not like I’m trying to hide anything. It’s just very painful to talk about and difficult to explain. You should know that, after what happened to you the past few days.”

  “I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

  “Yes you do.” Darcy reached over, grabbed a magazine, and flipped through it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the clerk watching us. “You were checking up on me when you went into that internet café.”

  I blanched at her accusation.

  “There’s no use pretending otherwise.” She glared at me, and her jaw clenched and unclenched. “I couldn’t control it. When the sheriff shot Neil, the rage just burst out of me. I couldn’t stop myself; I couldn’t stop it.”

  “You … killed the sheriff?” The question popped out of my mouth.

  It took her a moment to get herself under control. Anger and pain clouded her face.

  “Did you happen to catch the news from Seattle yesterday?” she asked. “The authorities determined your mother was killed from a gunshot, not from the tornado. Since they can’t find you, they think you killed her. Someone thought there might be insurance money involved. They also mentioned that you’re a felon with a history of breaking and entering.”

  “It didn’t happen that way,” I said, the words coming out automatically, and I felt that anger rise up in me.

  “So there we have it.” She slipped the magazine back on the rack. “The news doesn’t always have the real story.”

  With that, she stepped past me. “Let’s go see if your girlfriend found anything out.”

  * * *

  Everything looked perfectly normal when we walked into the hobby store, except that there was no sign of Stacy.

  The hefty young man I had seen moving a cardboard display, and who I assumed was Eugene, stood behind a glass counter. His hair was a rusty red color, and I suddenly understood his nickname, GingerBeef.

  Dozens of fantasy and science fiction figurines, game boxes and other collectibles were spread both inside and on top of the counter. Along the walls behind him were shelves filled with displays of things I could only guess were paraphernalia for whatever board games they played. On the wall opposite him were bookshelves filled with paperbacks and comics.

  The narrow door in the wall that separated the front half of the store from the back was closed. I hadn’t had cause to visit many gaming or hobby shops, but I assumed the back was where gamers gathered.

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p; “Are you Eugene?” Darcy asked.

  “Yeah,” Eugene said.

  There was something odd about him. He was very abrupt with us, almost as if we were bothering him. In high school, before I dropped out, I had always found the computer geeks hard to figure out. They were an awkward bunch, both physically and socially. Chuck had overcompensated by being forward and unapologetic; perhaps Eugene was just feeling nervous in front of Darcy. After all, she was stunningly beautiful; most likely not the regular sort of customer he was used to.

  “Did Stacy come in here?” I asked.

  He rubbed a thin trickle of sweat from his upper lip, and then pointed a thumb to the closed door. “Yeah. She said you’d be here soon. She and Chuck are in the back.”

  I felt an immediate surge of relief—Chuck was here and he was all right. I nodded. “Thanks.”

  Striding to the door, I reached out to open it when I heard Darcy call out. “Hey!”

  When I turned my head around to look, I saw Eugene running out the front faster than I thought possible, considering his bulk.

  The back door opened behind me. When I turned around, I was staring down the barrel of the gun Al pointed at me. I had fallen for the same trap for the second time.

  He beckoned us in as Nick pushed past us to secure the front door.

  I raised my hands in front of me and stepped into the back room. Stacy and Chuck sat at an octagonal-shaped gaming table. Tom stood behind them, the end of his gun resting against the back of Stacy’s head. They obviously learned their lesson. They had seen me deflect a bullet fired from a distance, but there was no way I could do anything if Tom pulled the trigger now.

  “God, Rich,” Chuck said. “I’m so sorry. They got me last night; tracked me to Eugene’s house. I had no choice. They said they’d let the rest of us go if I helped them.” At the last sentence, he glanced across to the other side of the room, looking both hopeful and hopeless at the same time.

  Sitting in a high-backed manager’s chair beside a bank of computers, David Matheson took a deep breath and gave Al a complimentary smile.

  My stomach twisted.

  Al gestured for us to sit in two of the empty chairs at the gaming table opposite Stacy and Chuck.

  “What did I tell you, Mr. Matheson?” Al said. “Dumb as stumps, all of them.”

  “Thank you, Al.” He cast a casual glance over the four of us. “Please tell the father to come out so we can begin.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  There was one thing all five of us had in common. We were all orphans to some degree; some of us more recently than others. My mother was dead. My father had disowned me, so the chances of him being here were beyond calculation. Darcy had said her parents had died in a house fire ten years ago, and Chuck and Stacy’s parents had died in a car accident when they were kids.

  Terence Matheson had died in front of me yesterday morning, and his wife had passed away more than twenty years ago.

  We were all orphans.

  So, when David said ‘father’, all of us looked around with puzzled faces, wondering who he was talking about.

  Our silent question was answered when Al stepped back out to the front half of the store. From where I was standing in the archway, I turned and watched as the mercenary headed to the washroom and opened the door a crack.

  “We’re ready for you now,” Al said, and held the door open.

  I was more than a little startled to see an older man come out of the washroom. He was balding on top and the hair on the sides and back of his head was dark silver. Though thin of frame, he looked healthy and spry. He wore a black suit with a white collar at his throat.

  The priest held two sets of rosaries with gold cross pendants in one hand and a decorative crystal vial in the other. I recalled that Terence had had a rosary around his neck when he died.

  The priest saw me looking at him, and immediately touched the tips of his fingers to his forehead, heart, and both shoulders. Then he lifted the cross pendants to his lips and kissed them one after another, all the while muttering a prayer under his breath.

  Al lifted his gun in my direction and motioned for me to move out of the way and let the priest pass.

  I shot an alarmed glance at Darcy, and she shook her head.

  “What’s this all about?” I asked, trying to keep the nervousness from my voice.

  David approached the priest and stood beside him. With a nod to the holy man, he ordered, “I need both of you to kneel down. Put your hands together as if you are praying.”

  Starting to grow angry, I spoke with some heat in my voice. “I don’t think so.”

  David, controlling his temper a lot better than I was, said, “Let me explain how this is going to go down. You and Darcy—” He glanced at her. “—yes, we did some research on you. You’ve left quite a bloody trail behind you, young lady.”

  He took a breath and addressed me again. “You and Darcy will follow my instructions exactly. Don’t worry.” Placing a hand on the priest’s shoulder, he said, “Father Putnam is not here to exorcise the demon.”

  The priest raised a finger. “Fallen.”

  “Right,” David said. He nodded. “We merely wish to bind the fallen for our—and your—safety. Once that is accomplished, your friends may go.”

  Al made a growling noise in his throat at the suggestion, and David gave him a nod of confidence. “You said it yourself, Al. They’re too dumb to pose a threat to us, and what else are they going to do? Go to the police? Besides, if we ever need to find them, I’m sure it won’t be too difficult. No, I think we’ll find Richard will be more cooperative if he knows his friends’ continued health depends on it.”

  “You’re crazy,” I said in a gasp.

  “Hardly.” David smirked. “Do we have a deal, Richard? Do as I say from here on out, and your friends may leave unharmed.”

  My first reaction was to summon the power inside me and use it against David. The hatred I felt for him was so raw that I could taste it. The animal part of me wanted to lash out with everything I had.

  “Rich, don’t,” Stacy said. “They’ll kill you.”

  I didn’t care about my life at that moment, but what I did care about was that David would kill Stacy if I resisted. I hated the feeling of helplessness that came over me as I lowered myself to my knees.

  I thought, for a moment, that Darcy would resist; after all she didn’t really know us, and had only sought me out to help her understand the power we had. When she followed me to her knees a moment later, I muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ to her.

  “Not at all,” she said back. “They’ve got us right where we want to be.”

  I looked at her in question, and she gave me a wink. My mind raced to understand. It was obvious that David knew significantly more about what was in Darcy and me than we did. It was also apparent to me that he wanted what we had. As long as that possibility was available for him, we had the opportunity to find out what he knew.

  I nodded at Darcy. I would go along with it, but I would not give up hope.

  Al and Nick stepped behind us and pulled a leather harness over our heads. It looked custom-built. The collar had a strap, which they pulled tightly around our necks. They tied a long strip of leather around our torsos and outside our arms, binding our elbows to our sides. Raising our hands, held together in prayer fashion, they secured our wrists with another length of cord, which they fastened to our collars. I tried to wiggle around. It would have been easier to get out of a straitjacket.

  Satisfied that we were tied securely, David and Father Putnam walked up in front of us.

  I asked.,“What are you going to do with us?”

  David smiled. “You may have heard about exorcisms. I want the opposite of that. What we’re going to do is make sure the entities in you remain where they are, for the time being, and are kept dormant. After all, we can’t have you lighting us on fire or hitting us with a cyclone. Father Putnam will perform the Ritual of Binding. As we have physically restra
ined you—the hosts—we will now put a spiritual restraint on the demons inside you.”

  Father Putnam looked as if he were going to correct David again, then changed his mind and closed his mouth.

  What was it? Fallen angel, or demon? Was it the same thing? What was more difficult to accept was that, whatever it was, it was real, and Darcy and I were possessed by it.

  I looked at Darcy. She remained calm, but I could see a flicker of concern in her expression. Maybe we didn’t have them where we wanted them.

  David took a step back. “Now, if there are no more questions, please let the Father do his work.”

  I felt a rush of nervousness as the priest stepped up to me.

  I said, “You’re a priest.” My mouth was dry, and my words felt like sandpaper in my throat. “How can you be a part of this? You have to know he wants the power for himself.”

  Father Putnam said, “Sometimes the only way to fight evil is with evil.” He glanced at David unapologetically. “And better the devil you know.”

  With that, he pulled the stopper out of the vial. My first thought was that it was holy water, and he was going to sprinkle us with it. Instead, he held it to my lips and said, “Drink.”

  I didn’t want to, and closed my lips as tightly as I could, but I realized that was a knee-jerk reaction. Resisting the procedure might endanger Stacy and the others.

  Unclenching my teeth, I opened my mouth. He tilted the vial and let half the contents pour onto my tongue.

  I expected to taste plain water, but it was thick, like olive oil, and there was a bitter taste to it.

  “Now you,” he said and brought the vial to Darcy’s mouth.

  With a hasty look in my direction to see if I was suffering any effects, she opened up and let him pour the remaining liquid in her mouth.

  “Swallow it,” he told us.

  I did as commanded, and whatever it was, it was thick. I had trouble getting it down. “What was that?”

  “Chrism,” the priest said. “Consecrated oil. You have taken the Holy Spirit into you. If you feel pain, it means you are, indeed, possessed. It will also help to suppress the fallen while I perform the ritual.”