Chapter 4: Hellspeak pt 3+4


It was too late to run. The cab driver was right there. About thirty black flies swarmed around us, forming a huge black bubble. We heard a thunderous voice. The sidewalk shook, and Dim and I used that to our advantage for a split second. We fell hard on the pavement, bawled up in the fetal position. The flies buzzed around us but they hadn’t bit either of us.

Which is what one fly does. It drills a small hole and the rest enter, rearranging your insides. Then they exit out of your gaping mouth, leaving a dead bloated body. I heard the damned things buzzing near my ears. I looked up, that smell was definitely death. They were ready to unleash a painful act on us when out of nowhere a small horned creature leaped on us, taking hold of Dim by his coat with one claw and me by the collar of my shirt. The creature hopped and skipped away from the street corner in a flash.

I was dumbfounded.


Where we ended up was at Maggie’s mansion. Specifically, the bungalow I had lived at until six months ago.

She was standing in the driveway, newspaper under her arm, a cup of coffee in her hand. Her hair was pulled back tight in a ponytail and her robe unfastened, hung off her shoulders to reveal zebra pattern pajamas. Those big brown eyes were staring a hole in me.

The creature dropped us hard on the blacktop. It looked over at Maggie and spoke the same language as the Sicarius.  Dim rolled himself to a kneeling position. He opened his mouth and spoke to the creature.

It sounded like you were listening to a record backward. Maybe my mother was right. All that Rock ‘n’ Roll I listened to was demonic, playing those records backward might have been my language tutor. I should have paid attention.

I picked myself up, watched the creature throw himself into the air and into oblivion. Dim stood, dusted himself off.

“What were you two chatting about?” I asked him.

Dim looked puzzled. “You didn’t understand…? Oh. You don’t know Hellspeak. Maybe you ain’t initiated yet.”

“The fuck are you talking about, old man.” I clenched my fist tight. I would have taken a swing at him, but I’m not much of a brawler. I’m more inclined to find the back door to a bar fight than break a chair over someone’s head.

“Don’t get excited.” He patted me on the shoulder and smiled. “I just asked him who his master was.”

“What did he say?” I shook him off, relaxed my fists.

Dim pointed to Maggie Collins. “He said he only had a mistress and she wanted him to save you from any danger. Good thing I was standing next to you.”

I stared at Maggie for a long time. She wanted to come over to me. She kept fidgeting with the paper, glancing over at me. Finally, Maggie turned and went inside. I looked for her husband’s car, a gray Bentley. It wasn’t in the driveway.

“Beat it, Dim,” I told him.

“Huh?” Dim took a few steps back.

“I said I’ll catch up with you later, alright?!” I screamed at him, started for Maggie’s house.

He did what he was told. Dim had a sour look on his face. He snapped his fingers and disappeared. I hesitated, my hand on the doorknob. What if Maggie didn’t want to see me? What if she was done with it all? It fell on me like a ton of bricks. She had that Demon save me not just once, but twice. The last time it tackled me on a street corner. I thought for sure she’d had sent that thing to kill me. That’s what she was trying to tell me the last time I saw her.

Next Tuesday, Chapter 4: Hellspeak pt 2


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