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Chapter 10: Demons
Jason was dead. For a given value of dead. He used to be a man, for a given value of man. A coyote a
little too thin, but not unathletic, not that it was relevant anymore. Jason was dead.
Jason liked to hurt people. It made him feel powerful, make him important. Whenever his boss tried to
put him down. Whenever the fuckers at the bank and all their damn fees were stealing HIS hard earned
money. Whenever he lost at cards, or got mocked at the club. It always worked to find something to
beat on, usually his girl. She was his after all, why shouldn’t he do what he pleased? If she really didn’t
like it she would leave, right? NO That would never happen, never in a million years, or so he thought.
When he came home to find her bags packed he was more mad than he had ever thought possible.
How DARE she even think of leaving him how DARE his woman, HIS WOMAN, think she had the fucking
right to leave him.
A few cracks started to be heard as his blows landed, but he would show her what trying to leave meant.
As her screams turned to whimpers, he knew it was working.
His arms were tired, so he moved to kicks. When her whimpers turned to choking, he could feel himself
getting hard. This was who he was. The real man in this relationship and a real man controlled what’s
his.
When she wasn’t moving anymore, he finally felt satisfied, and hard as a goddamn rock. The pathetic
little thing at his feet wouldn’t be much fun for that right now, so with a parting addition of saliva he
went out to blow off some steam.
The bar was the first stop. It helped, but not too much, especially when the bartender tried to cut him
off. Jason was in no mood to deal with uppity bullshit and put the bartender in his place. Or at least he
wanted to, before the bartender literally threw him out the door.
Jason rammed what he assumed was the bastard’s car a few times before driving off, only to be
accosted by yet more dickless cunts that thought they could control him. What fucking authority did the
cops have over him. He wouldn’t stop for them. No god damn way. He was a free man god damn it.
They had no right to control him. They….
Jason didn’t realize how far out of the lane he was, or how fast.
His car would go on to be quite the internet celebrity given how many times it flipped in the air after
rolling off the freeway over pass.
Only one news station even bothered to post Jason’s name though, maybe he took offence at that? if he
even noticed. Either way the burnout didn’t even have the decency to stay gone.
There was a freezer. In this freezer there were parts, but not parts of machines, depending on your
definition anyway. No this freezer contained parts of people. Arms and legs mostly occupied the
smaller drawers, semi intact torso’s in the other ones, including the mostly intact left half of a coyote
that found himself immolated in a car wreck. There was also something else in that room.
It wasn’t a man anymore, not that it ever was, but it wasn’t flesh and blood anymore. It wasn’t alive,
didn’t breathe and didn’t eat, but it still moved. It was composed mostly of righteous fury at the
unfairness of the universe, pure certainty at just how perfect it was in every way, and regal pride in its
own absolute authority to exist.
An impotent whisper of nothing.
The thing liked to hurt people. Whenever it felt small, which was all the time, it looked to cause pain.
Whenever it felt angry, which was constant, it would look for any injury it could cause.
It couldn’t do much at first. Coffee was spilled causing a burn or two, wires moved causing a trip here
and there. It was a little more each time, more and more. Especially as other whispers began to arrive.
The world got wider too. More spread out, more open. The whispers merged and started to walk,
started to gain more strength.
Words cannot convey the pure heavenly joy it felt when it finally tried to grab one of the puny white
coated failures around it and found its fingers actually connected. The man was thrown, punched,
beaten. His papers strewn around the floor, all his formulas and discoveries scattered, not that the
thing gave a single solitary screw about any of it. It just kept punching until its strength failed and it
started to pass through the man again.
The pure iridescent bliss turned into incandescent rage when it couldn’t hurt the lab rat dick anymore.
The only saving grace was it knew it would get strong enough again soon. Soon it would be able to hurt
another one soon, soon, soon was so god damn long off it could barely stand it.
Victoria was starting to pull her hair out, or maybe it was just falling out on its own. Given how she felt
these last few weeks since the first incident she wouldn’t be surprised if her tail fell off soon.
That did NOT look like an attempt to steal info.
“How many now?” she asked with exhausted calm.
“That’s the fourth. Ma’am” Her mousey assistant said, “Andy, the first one, recovered fast enough, this
one though is in the ER, and Jane the uh..” She flipped through the file, “The third one, she is still in the
hospital, out of the ER but still under observation.”
“What is going on? how is any of this even real” Victoria was on her last legs and she knew it. She
would think this stress might kill her even if it wasn’t likely literally doing it.
“I don’t know ma’am” The mouse said, “It shows up on the cameras as it attacks and looks like a man.
then…”
“Then what?”
“Then it vanishes, Ma’am”
“I can’t wait.” Victoria said slumping down.
“Can’t wait, ma’am?”
“I wont make it much longer. Get whoever you can. We need to do it now.”
“Even with that… intruder …still around?” the assistant protested, but the look on her boss’s face
conveyed how essential it was, “I’ll contact anyone with clearance who we still have available Ma’am”