Devil Sent the Rain by D.J. Butler

Author:D.J. Butler [Butler, D.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: pulp fiction, horrpulp fiction, horror, fallen angels, urban fantasy, rock and roll, action adventure, occult
Publisher: WordFire Press
Published: 2015-08-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Adrian scrambled up onto the top of the dryer. His feet were wet and numb from the cold water and he slipped, but Twitch caught him. Eddie and Mike stationed themselves one beside each shuddering door, fists clenched. Elaine Canning stood resigned in the middle of the small room.

“Thanks,” Adrian said to Twitch. He leaned against the wall, which was warm and slick and gave way with slight elasticity, like the inside of his own cheek. He tried not to think about it. He tried pretending he was just inside a bouncy castle, on a humid day in upstate New York. Which reminded him of the house where he’d been apprentice and prisoner both.

Which reminded him of the room he was standing in. The room that was so much like the inside of a mouth. Hell.

Adrian grabbed a smoking bottle in each hand and turned to drop them into the water.

“Wait!” Eddie barked.

Adrian raised his eyebrows.

“What’s in those?” the guitarist asked.

Adrian shook off a climbing tendril of sleep that grabbed at his terrified brain as he asked himself the same question. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “Something bad … something inside of me, I think. Poison, acid. A curse.”

“Your sins,” Elaine Canning said. The water was up to the middle of her thighs, and was choppy with the vibration of the doors.

“Just little ones, though,” Mike chuckled.

Adrian looked at the bottles. He thought of the body of his uncle, charred and smoking in his own bed where Adrian had ambushed him in his sleep. Adrian wasn’t sure he had little sins.

“Here,” Twitch suggested. The fairy stood and bent down to yank open the door-mouth of the washing machine. Inside, stubby jagged teeth ringed the underside of what should have been a washer door, and a pink blob like a tree stump quivered in the bottom of the compartment.

“Hell,” Adrian grumbled. “Does everything have to be bodies?”

“The house does kind of give the impression that it’s trying to cop a feel,” Eddie growled. Adrian struggled to control the shudder of revulsion he felt at Eddie’s words, keep it from being noticeable to the other guys.

“It’s Mikey’s lucky day,” Twitch quipped.

“Hey,” Mike complained. “Call me Mike.”

Adrian dropped the bottles inside the washing machine and Twitch let the mouth clamp shut.

Poomf! Acrid, stinging smoke wafted up from the clenched mouth and the machine-beast groaned and squirmed.

“Out of sight,” Adrian muttered, “you know the rest.” Idiotic cliché. What was out of sight was always in mind. He grabbed other bottles from the shelves, hurling them into the creature’s mouth as Twitch yanked it open. The receptacle wiggled and coughed, but whatever had been in the first bottles stunned it beyond any effective ability to resist. Eddie looked resolutely at the door during the process, his bad eye sliding every which way as he did.

When the shelves were cleared, the fairy shut the monster’s mouth for the last time and stood on it, concealing a fiery, angry, bubbling mass of goo. The air in the laundry room was hardly breathable for the fumes, and the cheek-like wall was drying out.

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