Demon King by Erik Henry Vick

Author:Erik Henry Vick [Vick, Erik Henry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ratatoskr Publishing
Published: 2018-03-30T04:00:00+00:00

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While Craig Witherson was driving across town to check out the Motor Lodge, Owen was setting up a surprise at Meat World, the town’s only grocery store. He parked the Skylark about an eighth of a mile down the road from the grocery store and slipped into the woods. The store stood with the woods at its back and a small parking lot and the road at its front. Owen was high up in a tree at the edge of the woods. He had a perfect view of the parking lot and the road, and he had plenty of ammo. He’d removed his homemade silencer—he wanted to terrorize these townie fuckers.

“Brigitta, are you here?” he asked. He was using his own skills to make himself invisible, but he liked having her with him. Unlike most women, she never pissed him off.

“Yes, my love.”

Owen grinned. “I like the sound of you saying that.”

“I like to say it, my love.”

A car went by on the road, rusty muffler blatting away. “Why…why did you pick me?”

“Pick you?”

“In Vietnam. Why did you pick me to save that night?”

“Oh, that,” she said. Mist appeared out of the air, and Brigitta coalesced out of the mist, sitting on the branch next to him, and he smiled. “I sensed in you a…like-mindedness. Your thoughts attracted me at once.”

“Love at first sight, eh?” Owen chuckled.

“Yes, something like that,” she said. “But look!” She lifted a semi-transparent arm and pointed at the parking lot. An old woman was struggling toward her car with a bag full of canned food. “She looks ripe, Owen.”

Owen shouldered his rifle and looked through the scope. The woman wore her blue-rinsed hair in a short pageboy cut and wore cat-eye glasses. “At least she’s not a pretender,” he breathed. Moving the bolt with care so as not to jostle his aim, Owen chambered a round.

“Do it, Owen,” said Brigitta. “Do her.”

“Don’t rush me,” he snapped. “I want to enjoy this.” Brigitta didn’t respond, but he didn’t get the feeling that his snappishness annoyed her as it would have annoyed Candy. He aimed at the old woman’s back. “Pow,” he whispered. He aimed at her ample posterior. “Pow.” He raised the gun to aim at the back of her head and gasped with pleasure. “Pow,” he whispered and pulled the trigger.

The shot echoed across the road and back, and the old woman dropped forward on her face like a felled tree. Owen shivered with ecstasy and closed his eyes, replaying how the old bat had fallen when the round smashed into her brainstem.

“Yesss,” hissed Brigitta. “Oh yes, my love.”

Someone screamed. Owen snapped his eyes open, and his hands moved automatically, working the bolt, ejecting his spent brass, and chambering another round. A woman in her thirties ran toward the old lady’s corpse, no doubt to help. Good Samaritan, he thought.

Yes, give her what she deserves, Owen. The mental voice didn’t sound like his own, but Owen chalked that up to excitement.

He sighted the rifle at the running woman.

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