him. Against his every instinct, he stood his ground. As they approached, he held up a hand and called out.
“In the name of Yeshto’th, I command you to stop!” He pinched his eyes shut as he called out the command, fully expecting them to pummel him into nothingness. Instead, he opened his eyes and they were standing there, staring at him, looking confused. “Ok. Thank you then.” He said as he walked past them. Perhaps he should have brought a change of underwear. He wasn’t sure if it was his command that had stopped them. Simon had ordered the others not to do any of their group harm, but no telling how far his reach was or if there were other spirits at work here.
He walked for another half block when a police car tore around the corner. He went to wave at it to signal, but quickly dropped to the ground as the driver opened fire at him. The car skidded to a halt and turned around coming back toward him. This would be just perfect, to have dealt with everything else today only to get killed by a trigger happy cop. He saw the car slowly roll up and a girl got out.
“Are you ok?” She asked.
“I think so,” Dietrich said. “Why were you shooting at me?”
“They thought you were one of them. I told them you weren’t. Why are you here? Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Dietrich Harlan, I’m a demonologist.”
“Are you serious?” She asked.
“I’m afraid so. Who might you be?”
“I’m Laura. So you think this thing is demons?”
“I’m sure it is.”
“Ok, well this isn’t the place to argue. Climb in I guess,” she said.
He got into the backseat of the car where there was a man a few years older than himself holding a little girl wrapped in duct tape. He looked toward Laura in the front seat who must have known what he was going to say.
“I know it looks weird. Long story. So what are you looking for Mr. Demonologist?”
“I’m trying to find a little boy named Simon. I believe he can stop this.”
The officer driving the car stopped and turned around.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Demons and a little boy and what the hell? Is the Omen or something?”
“I certainly hope not,” Dietrich said. “Look, it’s a lot to explain. I don’t even know where he may be. There are some people stuck in a house just a few blocks away. You can just go pick them up if you’d like and get them to safety. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“I want to see what he does. What if it is some demon shit or something?” Laura asked.
“You all watch too much TV. I’m surprised the kooks made it out here this fast. The psychics will be next.”
“This is Texas,” Dietrich said. “The government conspiracists will be the next ones out. Unless I can help out first. So you gonna help me or are we going to wise crack at each other?”
“Fine,” the officer said turning back around in his seat. “Not like I have anything better to do.”
Chapter 13
T ed looked on at Gilbert’s dead body. The DPS troopers had unloaded their rifles into him and were now aiming at Ted.
“Not gonna tell you again officer. I know this sucks, and I don’t wanna hurt you. But if you take another step in this direction, I will shoot yer ass. Do you understand?”
Ted tried to nod, but was shaking so badly he wasn’t sure it came across. He backed away and climbed back into Gilbert’s car and turned around heading back into town. As he drove, he tried to put what he had just witnessed out of his mind. Gilbert went nuts and cut off his own dick and ate it. The troopers then opened fire, hitting him in the face, body and all four limbs. By the time they ceased fire, all that was left of Gilbert was a bloody torso.
He turned down a side street to find a group of the afflicted walking toward him. Once they saw him, they broke into a dead run. He stopped and threw the car into reverse, stomping on the gas as he did so. It was difficult to see where he was going, but he tried to keep the car straight, though not