by Rue Volley
“Maybe you should take him elsewhere and ask him these things,” she said and I stood up and looked at her.
“Kelli I swear to you, it was just like that and then I left, still in shock that she attacked me and next thing I know she is on my car looking at me and shit.”
Kelli stood up and placed a hand to her chest. I had no idea that sex talk would affect her like this but it was. She obviously does not talk like this at all with anyone and as I looked around I then saw it. Pictures of her Dad everywhere, and trophies from this and that shit, this girl was a Daddy’s girl and may not even have had sex yet, who knows. I mean she seems flustered.
“Brian, language… please.” I looked up behind her and then saw the huge cross on the wall in bronze and knew then that my job was probably done here and my stomach clinched up in a knot. I felt the detective’s hand on my shoulder and turned to him.
“We need to excuse ourselves and continue at the station. I am truly sorry to have offended you.” He turned me as if I was no longer in control of even walking and moved me towards her door. She walked past us and slid her card in the slot, her hand a bit shaky as she did it and I tried to look her in the eye but she was done with me being here and upsetting her view of the world around her. Some people are like that, so blinded to all shit that any little thing throws them off balance. This is why I fucking keep to myself and shit. We entered the silver box and I hated him, it was a sudden hatred that popped up as the door closed and my last view of Kelli disappeared from me. This whole thing should and could have been avoided and he knew, he had to have fucking known, she was innocent to things like this, this whole sex and death thing. I mean he is a fucking detective, it is his job to know this type of shit when he talks to people and that being said, why the fuck did he just let me go? I know I looked guilty; in fact I was kind of shocked when he said we are done. Fucking prick, he got me fired on purpose.
“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” he muttered as we stood in the room and I turned to him as he pulled out his cigarette and lit it up, slowly inhaling and then blowing the toxic shit in my face. I coughed and then it occurred to me, I had said not one damn thing since getting into this room with him.
He laughed and sucked on his cancer stick.
“Always with the shit in your head, fucking hell, no matter why she dove off. You would drive anyone fucking mad,” he added and I stepped back until I felt the cold metal behind me and he dropped his cigarette and pulled a gun from his side holster on his shoulder and cocked it back. I held my hands up and he shook his head at me.
“We need to fucking get out of this like now,” he said as he started to morph a bit, it was glitchy at first but then it was solid, and before me stood a man, or should I say a fucking it? I mean his skin started to crack and peel and then as he smiled at me his teeth dropped out and pointed ones took their places. I screamed like a bitch. In fact it even bothered me and I am not all manly and shit. He reached out, black clawed fingernails and everything. He jerked me forward just as the metal behind me tore wide open and I saw a beast, dark black skin, cracked similar to his only this thing had huge black wings all slapping and shit. I looked past him and saw a flash of a woman, spinning through the air with a rope attached to her waist and she drew a gun, then two, and shot at it and it moved in blurred moments, it knew the bullets rained down on it and it did not even have to look. Then she pulled a glowing orb from her coat, flipped in the air, removing her rope and threw it at the demons back. It exploded and everything went into slow motion except for me and her. She slid under it, across the floor and had her guns drawn as she shot upward and nailed it in the chin and then the chest. It looked as if it was hurt and shocked but the slowing down the orb of whatever the fuck it was had made it less dramatic than it probably was in real life. I had backed myself into a corner, hands up, looking nowhere near threatening at all. I did feel sick though and I bent over and puked as the pink haired woman stood up and raised her guns up, one then the other and cocked them both as I closed my eyes in horror. I heard them go off and then something screamed behind me and the detective fell. She grabbed him, with one black wing popping out of his coat and tossed him out the room and into the air. She kicked the other demon out and then dove out after them. I stood there holding my chest and pissing myself. Yes, for real…piss and all.
****
I sat in the bar and tried to drink it all away. How I got off the elevator and walked out, all pale and smelling of piss and passing people like Ted and everyone who knew my face, I don’t know. I lowered a bit as the news came on the TV talking about a terrorist attack on the building I worked in. The news crew zoomed in on the gaping hole in the metal elevator of Kelli’s but no word of any demons, cracked skin or that hot pink haired girl who had come and gone so quickly I almost felt as if she was a delusion and it all may have been. I mean maybe we were attacked and I am just losing my shit as I suspected would happen eventually. The human body can only go so long before you snap the fuck off and shit goes in all directions. Maybe I have, maybe I…
“Authorities are still looking for Brian Brenna, he is wanted in the questioning of the death of Maeva Aris, therapist and daughter to world renowned psychologist, Davis Aris who has flown into town at the tragic news of his daughters apparent suicide this afternoon.”
I slammed my drink back as my picture popped up on the screen of me looking all stupid and smiling at a bar. A picture Ted had taken of me, as I know there are no real pictures of me out there. I went to school at the orphanage and they were not too big on school photos seeing that the budget barely gave us meat for lunch every day. I came from humble beginnings and ended up on a good track to have everything, and now it is ruined with one blowjob, a suicide and some fucking delusional breakdown I had at work. Fucking awesome. I looked up at myself as the waitress stepped up and smiled at me.
“Would you like another?” she asked me and I shook my head no and tossed some crumbled bills on the table and stood up, flipping my jacket lapels up to help shield my face a bit as I walked towards the door. Just then two officers stepped in and I turned and walked to the bathroom, trying to not look too crazy. I mean I cannot run and shit, if I do I look guilty or maybe I am just having a fucking Poe moment and the shit is driving me insane.
I pushed the door closed behind me and took a breath as I scanned the room and saw the small window up high. I have to get out of here now and the idea that my crazy ass stopped for a drink just solidifies my need to be institutionalized at this point. I should be on a train, plain or bus, rocketing out of this city and starting new someplace else. Changing my name, my look, my life and starting the fuck over. I pulled a trashcan to the window and climbed up, almost slipping and busting my ass but I somehow managed to get the window open and wiggled through it. I dropped on my back into the alley, hitting some trash bags and rolling out of them as the stink followed me. I stood up and brushed myself off as I thought I heard fluttering and then scanned the sky to see nothing. I started to walk and heard it again as I looked up and saw a shadow move over the top of the building and out of sight. I pushed up against the brick wall and watched closely hoping it was all in my head. I mean it has to be and shit. This whole day has been a dream, I smacked myself across the face and blinked, focusing in on the alley and sighting. I hoped like hell I would just sit up in bed and laugh about it all but no…I am right here and… I heard laughter and looked up to see something jump the building quickly above me to the other side and then peeked at me from the edge, tilting its head and pulling back so fast it was almost a blur. How I could see, it was weird, but I did. I stumbled out and started to walk quickly, then a jog seemed reasonable and fuck that, I am running. I looked back as a screeching happened that made me drop to my knees and hold my ears. It was so loud and painful my eyes blurred and my head throbbed. It made it hard to think and my nose started to bleed as the screeching continued and got closer above me. I dropped forward, slamming my elbows on the asphalt as I held my ear
s and whatever the fuck it was swooped over me and I looked up just as it hit the wall to the right and clawed it, tearing out some bricks with its black clawed feet. My eyes widened but something in me made me move. I suddenly had a burst of survival mode I guess people get when they want to live. I would think I would just roll over and allow anything to kill me at this point but no, I suddenly have this bravery welling up in me and I have no clue where it is from but I will take it.
The thing turned, walking along the wall sideways for a second and then it hissed, black gunk dripping from its sharpened teeth and its eyes were black as night and glossy. I turned and ran the opposite direction and it followed me, screaming once and then as I caught its reflection in the shiny silver trashcans to my right I grabbed two lids and swung around, slamming them together against its head on either side and it cried out, my name I think. What the hell?
It stumbled back and shook its head as it rubbed its ears, pointed and bat like. I grinned and felt cocky but that was a mistake. It then took a deep breath and screamed at me, that screeching bullshit again and I covered my ears, as my eyes bled a bit and my ears too. I turned and ran as it pursued me down the alleyway and it was then that she stepped out and knocked me aside with the swipe of her hand and I flew across the alley and into a dumpster. All of the trash in it cushioned my fall but the stench was fucking unreal and I covered my mouth trying to not vomit as I pushed myself out of rancid meat and rotting vegetables. I popped up on the side just as this pink haired woman slammed a glowing white orb into the ground and the demon was suspended as it was lunging at her. It’s movement was minimal but she moved quickly, raising her guns, long and shining, with the last bits of the sunset trailing off of them and she shot one bullet, then two…both burying themselves deep into the demon’s forehead and heart. Then it dropped with a thud as movement returned to normal and she looked at me with glowing blue eyes and I smiled just as the lid of the dumpster was slammed shut and hit me on the head, knocking me out and into the longest sleep I had had in a year.
****
I woke as the truck roared outside the dumpster and it shook all around me. A banana peel fell off of my head as I sat up and I could see traces of sunlight through the lid as it bounced around. I yelled, but the motor was too loud so I climbed up and pushed with everything I had left to open the lid and slip out, hanging onto the side and then dropped down to the ground, twisting my ankle in the process. The garbage man called out to me as I ran limping away from him and with every intention of getting the fuck out of this city for good. I have no idea what has happened but I am going to ignore it all and act as if my sleep problems and pressures at work caused a major malfunction in my head and if I just go home, shower…eat and then pack, everything will be better. It has too.
I walked up to my apartment building and sighed. Nothing tried to eat me on the way home and no gun-wielding vixens came to my rescue, so for that I was grateful. I seriously need a vacation. I meant to take one earlier in the year and I had skipped it when I figured out the whole weapon thing and then my world became work constantly. I rode in the elevator up to my floor and every time I blinked, I saw snippets of everything I had been through. Maeva, demons, the pink haired girl…it was all seared into my mind like it was something I already knew but had ignored.
“Fucking crazy,” I muttered to myself and then I almost fell down when I heard a voice behind me. I turned and started to back up as the pink haired girl appeared from the shadows of my hallway and spun her gun on her finger once, catching it and smiling at me before putting it away.
“I don’t…I have nothing. I am not rich,” I said as I continued to back up and she stepped towards me still looking as calm as if we had been friends forever.
“Listen, I am not here to hurt you. I saved your ass, twice I might add,” she said to me.
“I just, I came here for a shower and my things,” I said as I fumbled for my keys and she watched me, narrowing her eyes a bit.
“Are you scared of me?” she asked and I swallowed hard and turned, trying to unlock my door and she kicked it in beside me. I stood there shaking a bit as she passed me by and looked around the lightly decorated room.
“Wow, I took you for a guy who would have some bachelor shit going on.”
I stepped in and tried to shut my door but the frame was destroyed. I sighed and turned back to her.
“I’m sorry, I mean…who the fuck are you?” I asked and she dropped my pillow on my couch and looked at me.
“Ava,” she said and a flash of Maeva writing that in blood on my windshield went through my mind.
“Oh my god…you killed her!” I said a bit too loud and Ava laughed at me.
“Maeva? No, I did not kill her. A demon killed her because of you,” she said. I blinked and walked to the couch and dropped down on it, staring at my TV that was hardly ever on. I am still not quite sure why I even bought it. I guess it just made it look normal, like a house which I had never had growing up.
“A demon?” I muttered and Ava sat down on a chair almost facing me and pulled out her two guns, she gently placed them on the table and then stared at me.
“Demon. The fucking things love to do that, it is their thing I guess you would say and I make the demons go away.”
I stared at her for a moment and then leaned up, glancing at her guns and seeing the word SAI on the side of one of them. She leaned up too and placed a hand on her gun, covering up the name on it.
“So you are what? A demon hunter then?” I asked her and she nodded.
“You seem to catch on fast, that is good. I really don’t have time to fuck around.”
I laughed from being nervous and then decided to continue.
“So…are you with special forces or some shit called ‘SAI’?”
She quickly placed her guns away and looked a bit annoyed with me.
“We need to leave,” she said to me as she stood up and I stood up too.
“I get that. I am leaving.”
She smiled at me and nodded.
“We…not just you,” she said as she pointed at me.
“Ummm, okay. Can I shower?” I asked and she raised an eyebrow.
“Oh sure, just get all dolled up and shit.”
I walked past her and she watched me as I quickly moved towards my room and shut the door behind.
“Door open!” she yelled and I cracked it and stepped back so pissed this was not going away. I guess I could slap myself over and over again and wake up, I mean it has to be a dream, just has too. I pulled my shirt off and it was wrecked. I smelled so shitty there was nothing to do but burn the clothes I was in. I undid my pants and pulled them off, pulling off my boxers soon after. Ava leaned and saw me as my naked ass walked to my bathroom and stepped in, turning on the water and so ready to wash away all of this shit on me. I wish it was a metaphor but I think I actually have shit on me.
I stepped into the hot water and under it, letting it cover me. As the room filled with steam I opened my eyes to see her stepping with me. I stepped back as she stepped up, reached past me and took the soap, she rubbed it on her hands and then over her breasts, down her flat stomach and let the suds hide her pussy from me for a moment until it washed away. I looked up and she grinned at me, placing the soap to my chest and rubbing, then she placed it behind me and rubbed her hand on my chest and let them lower. I opened my mouth and she looked at me and placed a finger to her lips and shushed me. She turned and I was momentarily stunned by her beauty. I mean her body was by far the most beautiful thing I had ever witnessed and I grabbed the shampoo, almost dropping it. She laughed under her breath as I tried to slow down and get some into my hands to wash her hair. I placed my fingers into her pink hair and started to lather it up and she grinned, rubbing suds all over herself, then she turned and grinned at me as she glanced down. I was erect and not even noticing it. To fuck anyone right now would be insane but hey, she is here, willing, hot as shit, and I am crazy anyway and probably on a hospital bed s
omewhere slobbering right now so fuck it. I am doing this shit.
She reached up and touched my face, softly…too soft to be a stranger and then she leaned up and kissed me, something I never get from anyone and it is something I always long for. Her lips were soft, her tongue hungry and she parted my lips and I kissed her with all the passion I had been holding back in my life up until this moment. I backed her up against the glass doors and kissed her harder, my hand holding her face and searching other parts of her as she reached down. I moaned as she found my cock and started to jack me off. I sighed and leaned forward as she placed her hand at the back of my head and played with my hair, completely in tune with me and wanting me to enjoy myself. I tried to stop her but she backed me up against my tiled wall and continued to stroke me as she kissed at my lips and then bit into my neck, then she turned and raised her ass as I lowered and let my lips graze her skin, I then found her clit with tongue and she threw her head back as I played with her as water raced across her skin and over my face.
I stood up and placed my dick at her clit and moved it up and down slowly as she pressed her hands against the glass and then banged on it as I thrust myself inside of her and upward. She was on her tippy toes and her face was pressed against the glass to the side but I grabbed her chin and pulled it upward so I could kiss her. I continued to fuck her and she moaned at my lips as I started to feel her coming without me trying to help her in anyway but fucking her. She cried out and cracked my glass with her fist and turned to me, pushed me down and straddled me, rotating her hips. She slipped my cock into her ass and started to move up and down at a speed that caused me to feel dizzy. I arched my back and gritted my teeth as I came into her ass and she clawed at my chest…
I woke up the next day alone. I rolled from my bed and quickly ran to my shower and the glass was fine. I then ran to my door and it was locked and not kicked to shit. I looked around the room and nothing…no trace of her and no cops were knocking down my door. I mean, did I just dream all night? I must have…I had too. I ran back into my room and there was the bottle of sleep meds Maeva had prescribed to me, knocked over, and a few on the nightstand. I sighed and sat down, falling back on the bed and placing my hand to my stomach. I laughed, I mean, I have to. What the fuck did Maeva give me? I mean I must have taken them before I left her office and shit. Whatever the hell it is causes serious fucking hallucinations and, although it all seemed real and gave me more excitement then I had ever had, I cannot be doing that shit! I have a job and responsibility.
