Bear Outlaw

by Candace Ayers

  In fact, it looked to Lillian as if the force wanted to retreat—yet Caleb held it tightly between his sharp teeth, slamming it up and down against the floor while locked in his vise grip. Caleb’s bear teeth went in deep.

  Lillian wasn’t sure if she should try to make a run for it, or not. Her body felt almost as if it was frozen in place. Then, Caleb’s heavy metal bed flew up to the ceiling and stuck there—held up by another kind of invisible force. The bed slowly inched over until it was directly over Lillian’s head, where it dropped full-force. Lillian reached up and screamed as she covered her head with her arms. The weight of the bed knocked her onto the ground and completely took all of the air out of her lungs. Again, the bed rose up into the air above her.

  “No! Please stop!” Lillian shrieked. A demonic voice howled with laughter, savoring every moment of her pain.

  Caleb’s eyes met hers for a moment. Even in his bear form, she could see that he was in complete control. He relinquished whatever invisible force he was holding down in order to come to her aid. Caleb swiped at the air and missed. Something knocked him over and dragged him back towards the opposite wall by his neck, as he yelped in pain and flailed about helplessly. It seemed as though the force was strangling him.

  Next, a can of gasoline floated into the room. The invisible force started to splash gasoline all over the room. Once again, the metal bed crashed down on Lillian’s body. This time the force was greater and she felt as though she was being crushed alive. She felt something in her right shoulder pop, and her ribs crunched together. The invisible voice was roaring with laughter now, and the candle that Caleb had lit raised itself up into the middle of the room and then dropped onto a puddle of gasoline, which created a loud whooshing sound. Lillian covered her eyes as flames leapt to life all around her.

  Caleb was still engaged in his battle when the room started to go up in flames, but suddenly—the force he was fighting retreated as it slammed and re-attached the door. Even though the door had been knocked off the hinges earlier, it’s pieces flew back together and the metal entrance melted together until it formed an impassable wall of steel.

  Caleb slowly shifted back to his human form. He was naked now, and looked a bit battered. There was a smattering of blood above his right eye, and his lip was split. Caleb smoothed his hair back from his face and clenched his stomach, feeling both enraged and trapped.

  Immediately he took inventory of the situation. They were confined in a room that was on fire. The flames were quickly spreading all over the chamber, and Lillian lay crumpled on the floor. If they were going to survive, he would have to think and act quickly.

  Caleb looked over to Lillian and was almost overcome with emotion. There were so many things he’d wanted to say to her, but he’d never been able to find the courage. The feel of her body pressed against his had been the fulfillment of his ultimate fantasy, yet a few of his badly placed words had ruined everything. Caleb felt ashamed, and yet he also felt as though he had been justified in telling her that the choice to go off ghost hunting alone had been foolish. In many ways, Lillian was less experienced than he was, but she was stubborn and headstrong. Caleb understood and respected her strength, but even he wouldn’t have gone to investigate the demon alone. It was just common sense. He could have lost her. Didn’t she know what that would have done to him?

  The flames climbed high up into the air, filing the room with thick black smoke. Even though Lillian lay on the floor, it was painful for her to breathe. The smoke choked her as she breathed in, and burned her eyes and nostrils. She thought back to one of her first cases—an unsolved mystery, in which an entire family had been burned alive, allegedly by a ghost. Lillian couldn’t help but remember their twisted charred bodies. She wondered if she would leave behind a similar corpse, and then remembered that she’d never had the courage to tell Caleb the depth of her feelings for him. There were so many things she’d wanted to accomplish in life. It was too bad that everything was going to end like this—with her on the floor, dying of smoke inhalation.

  Caleb rushed over and scooped her up into his muscular arms. He snatched the blanket from his bed and covered her head with it, as he charged towards the metal door, holding her body close to his own. Lillian could feel the hard bulge of his muscles as he carried her with ease and slammed into the door. It didn’t budge.

  Lillian felt a bit ridiculous, swaddled like a helpless child—but she was in no shape to protest. The bed had done quite a bit of harm when it had slammed down onto her body, and virtually every part of her body ached. Each time she breathed in and out, her ribs sent a sharp pain coursing through her entire torso.

  Caleb’s body slammed into the door again and it did not move. He gently laid Lillian on the floor as he started to repeatedly charge into the door with his shoulder. Over and over, Caleb rammed his muscled body into the door. Each time the door refused to move he grunted, and readied himself for yet another attack. It was clear to her that Caleb wasn’t going to give up, yet a part of her just wished he would lay down next to her and hold her hand. If they had to die this way though, at least they would be together.

  Caleb coughed from across the room. The smoke was getting to him. He knew that the smart thing to do would be to get down low, and crawl—but he needed the power of his legs if he was going to successful punch his way through.

  It seemed that Department 99 was coming alive on the other side of the wall. Someone was barking orders outside while heavy footsteps shuffled about. They were probably rushing off to get equipment, yet Lillian knew that would take too long. They didn’t have much time left.

  Lillian pushed the blanket off. The room was filled with thick black smoke now, and she felt that death must be certain. Yet, Caleb was unwilling to give up. He charged into the door repeatedly, until something cracked. Then, the door gave way gradually, and collapsed to the floor with a great thud.

  Caleb scooped Lillian up into his arms and carried her across the threshold. Even in her altered state, she could feel the soot and sweat covering his body. It was nice to be close to him. Caleb pressed a kiss long and hard against her lips as she was laid onto a gurney and rushed off to Department 99’s medical unit. As she was rolled away, she could hear the sound of fire extinguishers as they smothered the fire.

  The next few hours were a blur. Doctors and nurses appeared over her and busied themselves doing countless things to her body. The greatest relief came when an oxygen mask was lowered onto her face. Then, something sharp pricked her right arm and everything went black.

  When Lillian awoke, she found that she was sitting alone in her office in the dark. She leaned back in the chair and squinted at the photo of a small boy, Finn—the possessed child. The boy who had started all of this. It was a sad case. She felt a deep sense of despair as she reclined in the chair feeling helpless. Finn was probably going to die.

  Then, Lillian heard footsteps behind her. When she turned around, she came face to face with an older gentleman dressed entirely in white. For a moment, neither of them spoke. They just stood there staring intently at one another. Then, the old man sighed deeply and then gave her a slight smile. “I was never involved in the occult,” the old man said. “I was more of your average Joe. I liked football.” The ghost said. Lillian chuckled. “Even brutes like Cerebus have hearts though,” the man in white said. His face turned serious. “Do you understand what I’m telling you, Lillian?” he asked. “Destroy the heart.”

  Lillian woke up to find that she was still on the gurney. It had been some kind of vision or dream, but it had been enough. The ghost had given her valuable information. In order to destroy the demon, she had to destroy its heart. Of course, that was more easily said than done, but it was at least a good starting place. It was a valuable hint.

  A nurse started a saline IV drip in her arm, and Lillian looked over at her own heart monitor. It was beeping steadily. She was going to live.

  “You’ve got a good strong rhythm,” the nurse said in resp
onse to Lillian’s stern facial expression. “Caleb certainly saved your life,” the nurse added.

  Lillian’s face reddened. She’d been so caught up in trying to understand the meaning behind her vision that she’d forgotten about Caleb. “Where is he?” Lillian asked the nurse. The woman smiled gently. “He’s sitting right out there in the hallway sweetie. You’ve been here over a day and a half and he’s been sitting right outside your door in the same chair the entire time.”

  Lillian felt a wave of guilt. Caleb had saved her life and was obviously very concerned about her. Perhaps his admonishment earlier hadn’t been the nasty sexist remark she’d taken it for. Maybe he was just really worried about her. Lillian started going over things in her head. She thought about what she should say to Caleb. He was right—she’d almost gotten herself killed.

  The door inched itself open slowly. Lillian had expected to see a doctor or a second nurse standing in front of her, but it was Caleb. He stood in front of her wearing a blank expression, as the nurse quickly disappeared from the room.

  He was still covered in soot. It looked as though someone had tended to the cut on his face, and secretly she hoped it hadn’t been a young pretty female. Caleb licked his lips as he looked down at her. His eyes seemed ice cold, and yet somehow smoldering hot at the same time. Someone had given him a plain white t-shirt, it was stretched taught, barely containing his muscular frame. Lillian could clearly see the cut of his shoulders and chest through the soft material. Before Lillian could decide on how to best break the silence, Caleb spoke.

  “You were right in what you said to me. I should have talked to you with more respect. I’m sorry about that…I was just…really affected by what happened to you.” Caleb looked down and started to stammer. Lillian wasn’t prepared for this. She had expected him to stand his ground—but now he was showing her a sensitive side, and she felt as though she were melting into the bed.

  “Oh, I almost forgot,” Caleb said as he rushed out of the room. A few moments later, he returned with a small brown teddy bear. He gently placed the bear into Lillian’s hand.

  “Thank you,” she said quietly. It was all she could manage. Then, she remembered the dream. After a few moments, she asked Caleb to pull up a chair so that she could tell him the details. When she finished, he didn’t seem the least bit surprised.

  “So I guess we’ve got two valuable pieces of information from your dream. We know that the name of the demon is Cerebus, and we know that we have to destroy its heart. I’m going to call my boss so that we can start putting a team together. You rest,” Caleb said as he sauntered out of the room with his cellphone already in his hand.

  While Department 99 hadn’t expected that a case of a simple demonic possession would have turned into such a major ordeal, the agency was ready and capable of dealing with virtually anything. Caleb was tasked with putting together a team. He knew he needed to create the correct mixture of muscles and brainpower in order to defeat Cerebus. For that reason, Lillian was the very first person who came to mind. Anyway, the demon had already attacked her on a variety of occasions, which meant that she was already a part of this whether he liked it or not. Maybe they could use her as bait to lure the demon into acting out. Regardless, he would be able to keep an eye on her if she were nearby.

  Caleb thought long and hard about the best and brightest within the agency. Agent Killian Marshall was out on assignment abroad, but there were a few other people that could certainly get the job done. Caleb smiled to himself. They were going to defeat this demon, and he was going to take pleasure in destroying something that had wreaked so much havoc, and had harmed so many innocent people. The demon deserved what was coming to it.

  Two days later, Caleb’s group gathered in a meeting room inside Department 99 headquarters. Lillian was there, and she looked unbelievably beautiful. She had a few cracked ribs, but the doctor had given her clearance to join the team. She sat in a chair cross-legged and conversed with Caleb’s friend Rock. Across from the two of them, an older woman named Manuela was seated. She held a long line of beads in one hand and seemed to be chanting something in a foreign language. She spoke the same words over and over softly, as if in meditation. Next to her, a medium built man named Harold cleaned his gun. He kept an unlit cigarette behind his ear, and he seemed to be muttering some kind of tune to himself about a sailor and a cute girl. Beside him sat a woman named Bea, who was part vampire. Bea’s eyes glowed in the dimly lit room and Lillian couldn’t help but feel a little surge of jealousy at how beautiful the woman was. Caleb had also brought two interns on-board, Jordan and Valery. They talked together quietly, seeming excited about what might come next.

  In the middle of the circle of chairs, there was a small ancient looking cabinet. None of them seemed particularly amused by the cabinet—but soon Caleb was going to debrief them all on the plan. They would have to execute this operation flawlessly if everyone was to survive. They were fighting a very dangerous entity. Caleb shifted his glance over to Lillian again. She was beautiful, undeniably sexy, and seemed at ease. One of her legs was crossed over the other and she rocked her leg back and forth seductively. For a moment, Caleb feared that she might be flirting with Rock—but then she looked over at him and winked. He felt his face redden a bit. She was toying with him, and he wanted nothing more than to take her upstairs right now and give her a taste of her own medicine. For a moment, Caleb indulged himself in the fantasy. He imagined himself lifting her up pressed against the wall and pushing her panties to one side with his thumb. He shook the image out of his head.

  Caleb coughed and gestured to everyone. Immediately the room fell silent. He took a seat next to Lillian in the circle of chairs that had been set up, and began to speak. “I’m sure all of you know by now that I’ve been assigned the task of setting up a demon hunting cadre. If you’re here, it’s because you have something that we need. We’re dealing with a particularly nasty demon, and I’m going to need your very best if we’re going to take this thing down.” When Caleb mentioned that he’d picked the best both Jordan and Valery smiled at each other pridefully. They were overly ambitious and were thinking about the glory associated with this particular mission, and not the danger that they would face. The interns were inexperienced, but they did have a lot to offer as far as their fresh perspectives. Plus, Department 99 didn’t offer interns life insurance, which made them a low-cost alternative.

  Rock grunted. Caleb nodded in his direction. He and Rock were old friends and he was one of the few men that Caleb trusted with his own life. “Rock, you’re going to be assigned to Lillian’s protection detail. She’s made the most contact with the demon, but it seems to be particularly hostile towards her. We need to keep her alive so that we can communicate with the other entities that surround the demon. I’ll need you with her 24 hours a day—even during down time.” Rock nodded. Everyone in the room now looked at Lillian, and she didn’t appreciate their glares. Couldn’t Caleb have told Rock privately that this was the plan? Was it really necessary to let the entire team know that the demon seemed to have a hard-on for causing her pain?

  “Does anyone know what this thing is in front of you?” Caleb asked, while kicking the little cabinet lightly with his foot. Jordan looked down and put on a pair of thick-rimmed glasses.

  “It appears to be some kind of 17th century relic with Hebrew carvings on it,” Jordan offered. Not to be outdone, Valery slid forward and took a closer look.

  “It’s covered in the different Hebrew names for God,” Valery said.

  “Very good,” Caleb answered.

  “I know what it is,” Manuela said softly. Caleb had almost forgotten that she was there. She was such a quiet and strange woman. “It’s a container for the demon. You want us to capture it,” the words squeaked out of Manuela’s mouth. Jordan ad Valery looked at each other and smiled, while Harold’s expression turned angry.

  “I thought this thing was a dangerous demon. Why does Department 99 want to put it in a box? W
hy not just cast it out?” Harold asked, his face reddening.

  “If we cast it out, you all know that it’s just a matter of time before it finds its way back. And you also know that it will wreak all kinds of havoc in the meantime.” Caleb said smartly. He was right. The only certain way of ridding themselves from the demon for good was to make sure that it was either destroyed or completely contained.

  Bea sniffed the air for a moment. Her vampire senses had caught the strong smell of fear. There was no doubt about the fact that it was emanating from Harold. He was visibly shaking with terror. Silently, Bea hoped that Caleb hadn’t made a mistake in adding Harold to the team. Harold had a reputation for drawing his weapon too quickly.

  “Manuela, what can you sense about this relic and about the demon?” Caleb asked her. Manuela took a deep sigh and hesitated for a moment. She seemed to make contact with the quiet in the room, and seemed to distance herself from the rest of them for a few minutes. She pulled at her string of beads and made a connection with something inwardly, and then slowly opened her eyelids and began to speak.

  “His name is Cerebus and he’s protected by a group of four spirits. He lies to them, and he’s convinced them that by following him they will be able to return to their old physical forms. One is named Cain, and he refers to himself as the destroyer. There is another one there named Ries; she mistakenly believes herself to be a god, but she is actually a human soul that was been blinded by her own rage. One is called Onus, and there’s someone there named Chachi. I can’t really see much about him.”