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Jonny entered Bill’s one bedroom<br />
home on Conover St in East Lansing<br />
without knocking. He kicked his shoes off in<br />
Bill’s living room with a cocky kind of smile<br />
that would have vexed Bill if he’d seen it.<br />
But Bill wasn’t inside his home. He was<br />
sitting on the back porch staring at his<br />
keyboard and hoping to find words which<br />
had evaded him for most of the day. In his<br />
open sliding door which connected the<br />
dining area and the porch he’d set up a ten<br />
inch TV which loudly played a true crime<br />
story.<br />
Jonny crept across the carpet of the<br />
living room and slunked though the dining<br />
area into the galley kitchen to retrieve a<br />
domestic beer he was sure to find in the<br />
refrigerator. Then he casually strolled past<br />
the little television out onto the porch where<br />
he cracked open the ice cold bottle sure to<br />
avoid even looking at his baffled friend at<br />
the old picnic table beside to him.<br />
“You just come barging into my<br />
house?!” Bill said throwing a hand into the<br />
air with surprise, “How many times do I<br />
have to tell you to knock!”<br />
“Yeah I forgot,” Jonny said taking a<br />
seat across from Bill, “I’ll knock next time,”<br />
he winked, “How's the book coming?”<br />
“Is that my beer?” Bill tried to act<br />
angry but after ten years of friendship he<br />
didn’t know why he bothered still trying to<br />
tell Jonny not to come in without knocking or<br />
not to drink his beer. Jonny was keen on<br />
doing both. To a small extent Bill thought<br />
that Jonny might knock if he’d been initially<br />
told to just come in. Jonny was like that.<br />
Always trying to cause a stir.<br />
“Yeah but don’t worry I got more in<br />
the car,” Jonny said, “How's the book?”<br />
“The books coming along fine. I’ve<br />
got a few more interviews to do next week<br />
in-”<br />
Jonny interrupted, not unexpectedly,<br />
“Did you see that thing in Utah? About the<br />
girl got shot in the head?” Bill was caught off<br />
guard, he’d seen nothing of it in the paper.<br />
He opened his mouth to answer but Jonny<br />
continued, “Straight in the head,” Jonny<br />
pointed between his eyes, “Pft! Right here!<br />
And she lived! A nine year old!” he paused,<br />
“Well she looks like a nine year old. The<br />
parents say she’s a nine year old but<br />
apparently the are in this cult. You could<br />
use them for your book maybe. This cult<br />
thinks the girl is over twenty years old and<br />
that she’s some immortal god risen from the<br />
dust of the cosmos or some shenanigans to<br />
save mankind. The girls already up and<br />
walking. I saw it before I came over. Crazy<br />
stuff.”<br />
Bill ensured that he saved his<br />
document three times, redundancies, and<br />
then closed his laptop, “Shot in the head<br />
and she’s walking already?”<br />
“Yeah!” Jonny took a slug from the<br />
beer, “Crazy stuff. Was on channel twelve.”<br />
“Interesting,” Bill said, flipping his<br />
television to channel twelve. It was easier to<br />
just turn the channel than to hear more<br />
about it from Jonny, “It’s probably not. The<br />
cults I’m putting together for this book are<br />
rare. Had to find. Not the kind of people that<br />
let themselves get on the news.”
“Yeah, yeah, all secrete society<br />
typed and all,” Jonny said nodding to the<br />
television. There was a procession of police<br />
and doctors standing on stage with a very<br />
young girl. She was a pale girl with little<br />
freckles, curly brown hair, and skyline blue<br />
eyes that caught the camera. There was a<br />
bandage wrapped around the the poor girl's<br />
forehead that was also taped down the top<br />
of her nose, “That poor girl!”<br />
A diagram came on screen with an<br />
explanation that the bullet entered her head,<br />
passed perfectly between the lobes of her<br />
brain and then exited the back of her skull.<br />
Scientists claim her to be a miracle. Then<br />
the broadcast went into the fact that the girl<br />
already had followers and was viewed as a<br />
god by her family and the people she lived<br />
around. The girl was part of the cult of Ak’, a<br />
group in northern Utah. Her people claimed<br />
that she was the ageless vessel of a god<br />
which was older than man and whom would<br />
bring man into it’s cosmic destiny.<br />
“Well that actually is amazing,” Bill<br />
said, quite surprised that Jonny had actually<br />
shown him something that might prove<br />
useful.<br />
“So you can use it?”<br />
“I mean,” Bill paused, “Probably.<br />
Clearly this is a cult. I’d have to look into<br />
what Ak’ means or is and what they really<br />
think this little girl is. If they are out there<br />
enough and they include some ancient god<br />
yeah they’d be great. And relevant. My<br />
publisher would love it.”<br />
Jonny tipped his beer in Bill’s<br />
direction, “Yeah see! Jonny’s got ya!”<br />
Bill smiled, almost laughed, “Thanks.<br />
It’d be a good get.”<br />
“So you’re gunna hire me right?”<br />
Jonny made a funny face, pushing down a<br />
burp and squinting his eyes. He turned it<br />
into a big hopefully smile.<br />
Bill’s publisher had given him an<br />
advance on his next book to cover the<br />
expenses of the extensive travel it required<br />
and after recent events given him a little<br />
extra for personal security. On his last trip to<br />
Nebraska he was assaulted while asking<br />
questions about a girl who’d disappeared.<br />
He’d found the cult though one of the<br />
woman's coworkers which he’d met in an<br />
online message board. Her coworkers had<br />
seemed more concerned for her<br />
disappearance than her family and the local<br />
authorities had done nothing to find her. In<br />
some weird way Bill had possibly been that<br />
woman's only hope for justice and he’d<br />
abandoned her. Not only her but the<br />
memory of her name. After his book was<br />
published he’d hopefully forget about his<br />
failure to find her answers. Hopefully his<br />
book would make a difference, however<br />
unlikely that was.<br />
“I told you I’m not sure I can hire you<br />
as a bodyguard. They do check into what I<br />
spend the money on. I can’t just spend it<br />
willy nilly.”<br />
“Yeah that’s why I set up an LLC.<br />
Triple J Guarding at your service. You can<br />
even invoice me at my business address,”<br />
he paused, “Also my home address,” he<br />
smiled, “We’re good to go traveling!”<br />
***
There was a shotty turbulence<br />
occasionally making the 747 vibrate but it<br />
wasn’t anything new or alarming. Most the<br />
passengers didn’t notice it with their books,<br />
tablets, and phones to entertain them. But<br />
Jonny hadn’t flown before. He’d never been<br />
more than a hundred miles outside of<br />
Lansing Michigan before. Now he was over<br />
four thousand feet in the air, inside a metal<br />
tube, being held up by some form of science<br />
bending air to create upward thrust that he’d<br />
never understand. He had a rum and coke<br />
to keep his cool and then another to actually<br />
feel the liquor in his system. He followed<br />
this with a beer to keep his nerves calm and<br />
stop Bill from being too upset by the amount<br />
his supposed bodyguard was drinking. Bill<br />
liked his light beers but he was not typically<br />
a heavy drinker like Jonny. Jonny could<br />
finish a fifth of vodka in a night and get up<br />
the next morning at 5 am ready to strangle<br />
the tasks of the day. Bill in the same<br />
situation would be incapable of even caring<br />
for himself the following morning.<br />
“So,” Jonny slurred a little looking at<br />
Bill typing in the seat next to him, “These<br />
cults you're writing about now. These are<br />
like offshoots of christianity or islam right?<br />
But like the old old versions from back when<br />
Jesus walked?”<br />
“No,” Bill said, “They all seem to<br />
claim to be from a time before modern<br />
religions arose. Some claim to be from a<br />
time before man. There’s a moon based cult<br />
that I interviewed the priest of in Manhattan<br />
that claimed he could speak with his codex<br />
and that he was the voice of the moon god.<br />
The moon god being a creature of the<br />
cosmos that predates the Earth itself.”<br />
“Trippy shit,” Jonny said looking out<br />
the window, “Think it’s all real?”<br />
“I think it’s all rubbish. These poor<br />
people are being taken advantage of by<br />
crazies. The weird thing is that it’s<br />
happening more and more. They found<br />
inuits in a bay in northern Canada that were<br />
locked on a series of islands somehow<br />
surviving by eating whales and fish that<br />
washed up on their frozen shores.”<br />
“They didn’t fish?”<br />
“They didn’t know what fishing was.<br />
They all claimed that their god was under<br />
the bay and was feeding them. That they’d<br />
been sustained for centuries surely on the<br />
gifts of their god. It seemed ludicrous and<br />
yet for a hundred miles around them there is<br />
no society and hardly any animals. Yet<br />
these people scrawl the same strange<br />
language into their skin that’s popping up all<br />
around the world. Like these cults just<br />
stopped hiding.”<br />
“Well maybe they weren’t hiding.<br />
Maybe no one was looking for them.”<br />
That was the brightness of Jonny.<br />
An answer to a question that’d been burning<br />
away at Bill’s mind. Why didn’t anyone know<br />
about these religions or this ancient<br />
language? Because unlike the other<br />
religions no one knew to look for them. They<br />
didn’t seem to advertise or recruit. For the<br />
most part the cults simply existed in areas<br />
for generations without change. If no one<br />
knew to look for them. No one would look<br />
for them. With modern communications<br />
everything is accessible. Bill had found most<br />
of his cultist leads in online forums. Most<br />
were fake or just a three or four person
group getting together to do drugs under the<br />
guise of a purpose but the ones that were<br />
real had all used the same strange sigiled<br />
language.<br />
“That actually makes sense,” Bill<br />
said, pushing the save button three times<br />
before closing his laptop.<br />
“Yeah. I mean we didn’t know gravity<br />
was gravity until we looked for it did we?”<br />
“That actually makes sense,” Bill<br />
said. He never expected much in the way of<br />
logic from Jonny. Jonny had a reputation in<br />
their old circle of friends for being brash and<br />
ignorant in his views. But much of that had<br />
stemmed from his upbringing and teenage<br />
rebellion. Many of their shared friends were<br />
from grade school. Many thing had changed<br />
between then and their current state of late<br />
twenties.<br />
“I’m glad you let me come. Get’s me<br />
out of the factory. I hate it there. It’s so<br />
boring watching the parts run by all night. I<br />
very nearly do nothing. I hate the plane but<br />
at least this plane is something new.”<br />
“No thanks needed. Having you<br />
around might make this easier. Getting<br />
started in these communities is a lot like<br />
selling magazines door to door. You get told<br />
to fuck off a lot and when people do sit<br />
down to talk to you they hardly have a thing<br />
to say.”<br />
“Think it’ll be better with two<br />
people?”<br />
“No. But it will be more fun than<br />
slogging through weeks of it alone in a hotel<br />
room.”<br />
“We are good to talk to the cult in<br />
Mexico right? They said yes before we got<br />
on the plane?”<br />
“No,” Bill’s voice was stern, “I have a<br />
contact that knows about the cult and has<br />
agreed to lead us to their temple. He<br />
doesn’t know you. These people get touchy.<br />
I will be asking all the questions. You're<br />
here because my publisher doesn’t want me<br />
talking to these people alone.”<br />
“Real serious about the whole body<br />
guard thing huh?”<br />
“Had a gun pulled on me more than<br />
once in Kansas. The local cops didn’t even<br />
care. It was weird. You're here because<br />
you're tall and look a bit intimidating. That<br />
scar on your check will make most people<br />
think you're some kind of badass when I tell<br />
them you're my bodyguard. Probably stop<br />
most attempts. Your like my beware of dogs<br />
sign.”<br />
Jonny half laughed and rubbed the<br />
little scar under his eye. He’d crashed his<br />
bike at age ten and still bore the wound<br />
from it, “Shoulda let me bring my gun.”<br />
“Yeah having an unregistered gun<br />
on a plane would be great. We’ll be fine. I’ve<br />
done this loads of times. Just follow my lead<br />
and look tough. Easiest job you’ve ever<br />
had.”<br />
***<br />
Their first stop in Arizona was<br />
outside Sierra Vista where the rolling plains<br />
of dessert met sparsely spread houses in<br />
the hot desert air. It was good that it was so
dry for it it’d been moist like the Michigan air<br />
they were used to the air would have<br />
engulfed them in a blanket of stagnant heat<br />
which even a hard wind could not move.<br />
Instead, because of the dryness, there was<br />
a dusty grainy feel to the air and a sense<br />
that everything was covered or would be<br />
covered in sand. Although they’d only<br />
actually been outside for brief moments of<br />
time they each felt their skin sucked dry of<br />
moisture and they’d each experienced bits<br />
of sand floating into the crevices of their<br />
bodies. Their throats were dry, and so they<br />
consumed copious amounts of water in the<br />
drive from Phoenix to Sierra Vista. Bill had<br />
rented a midsize Sedan with good gas<br />
milage for the tip. With as high as they<br />
blasted the AC they likely were getting the<br />
mileage of a truck.<br />
The duo pulled into the rocky<br />
driveway of Matthew Livingston. It was a<br />
ranch style two bedroom home down an<br />
unkempt stretch of road. The house's<br />
exterior was dilapidated and gave the initial<br />
impression that when the wind blew up sand<br />
it would not only pass through the side of<br />
the house but still have enough gust to<br />
continue on through the leave the old<br />
structure. Jonny swore he saw the house tilt<br />
in a light blow of wind but Bill hadn’t noticed.<br />
He’d instructed Jonny to just let Bill do all<br />
the talking. It’d be easier that way. As much<br />
as Bill liked having Jonny around he didn’t<br />
quite know what to expect from Jonny when<br />
it came to actually getting work done.<br />
The old door felt solid even though a<br />
few paint chips fell from it when BIll<br />
knocked. It creaked open by the rough hand<br />
of burly bearded Matthew. He’d opened the<br />
door looking half asleep though it was noon<br />
and motioned the two men into the living<br />
room. There they sat with their shoes on top<br />
of Matthew’s 80’s style blue shag carpet on<br />
the only furniture in the home, a hundred<br />
dollar futon with it’s back righted to form a<br />
couch. Matthew leaned against the wall,<br />
wearing plaster covered boots himself and<br />
finally spoke, “So your Bill right?” he paused<br />
while Bill said yes, “Great. For a second I<br />
was worried I let some salesmen in without<br />
even questioning it,” Bill couldn’t imagine he<br />
got a lot of salesmen out near nowhere,<br />
“Don’t mind the mess this here’s a flip of<br />
mine. Haven’t done the living room yet. Just<br />
the two bedrooms and the kitchen. Anything<br />
to drink?”<br />
Jonny sat silent, Bill answered, “No<br />
were good. I’d really like to just get right into<br />
it. You said your son was part of a cult?” He<br />
pulled out a pad of paper from his<br />
knapsack.<br />
Matthew sighed, “Yeah my boy<br />
Rorey got in with some folks across the<br />
border into Mexico. Come to see him about<br />
a month ago and he’s got these symbols<br />
carved into his arm. All scabbed up and<br />
bloody. Wont wrap the things because he’s<br />
supposed to bleed for some god of his.”<br />
face.<br />
“Fuck,” said Jonny making a weird<br />
Bill glared at Jonny, “Matthew can<br />
you tell me how it all started? How he got<br />
involved in this?”<br />
“Yeah,” Matthew said nodding his<br />
head and scratching at his beard, “Well I<br />
suppose it started when he an Pete Meyers<br />
started boxing together a few years back.<br />
That turned in this MMA kick each other in<br />
the face stuff you see now? The real violent
stuff. Well they were into that at a gym up in<br />
Tucson and they’d go up there and get<br />
roughed up every week or so. He was<br />
getting very strong. Started turning into<br />
more muscle than man I think. So they’re<br />
doing that and talking about getting involved<br />
professionally. Which I think is a good way<br />
to die. But heck I could cut my hand with the<br />
saw tomorrow and bleed out before anyone<br />
came to help me out here so I didn’t think<br />
too much harm in it if made him happy.<br />
Besides from what I understood he usually<br />
won.”<br />
“Do you know the name of the place<br />
they went to in Tucson?”<br />
“No. Can’t recall that. They only<br />
went there for a few months before they<br />
started going south to some Pete found that<br />
fights by the border. Like a Mexican<br />
American fighting contest of sorts? Well not<br />
quite. I don’t want to sound racist or nothin.<br />
They were people from Mexico and people<br />
from America. They all just liked fighting<br />
each other in the desert at night. Phil, my<br />
boy, was doin good, making money. Then I<br />
didn’t see him for a good month? Thought<br />
something had happened to him down<br />
there. So I went lookin.”<br />
“Down where?”<br />
“Mexico, just cross the border.”<br />
“You know where they went?”<br />
“Yeah I followed them once. I<br />
couldn’t get a hold of Phil and I saw Pete<br />
driving his truck one afternoon so I swung<br />
around after him thinkin I’d just ask him if he<br />
knew where Phil was. The boy goes driving<br />
down out of town towards Mexico so I figure<br />
if Pete’s going to Mexico they’re meeting<br />
and Phil will probably be there.”<br />
“Pete is Phil’s friend from boxing and<br />
MMA? Did they know each other before<br />
that?”<br />
“Yeah, they uh, they went to<br />
highschool together I think.”<br />
Bill nodded and wrote it down.<br />
Matthew continued, “So we're going<br />
down this road and Pete veers off into the<br />
desert. At this point I know he know’s I'm<br />
following him because there’s only the two<br />
of us on the road and there’s no chance of<br />
someone just happening to be flittin off into<br />
the dessert like that unless they are<br />
following you.”<br />
“Right, right. So do you still<br />
remember where you went?”<br />
“Yeah I could find it if I wanted to.<br />
Not sure that I do though. Some places you<br />
don’t wanna go back to.”<br />
“But your son is still with them<br />
right?” Bill was perplexed. What father<br />
would not want to find his son?<br />
“Yeah he’s one of them,” Matthew<br />
shrugged, “If it makes him happy that’s all<br />
the matters.”<br />
“Usually when I’ve talked to people<br />
whose kids of friends are in cults they are<br />
trying to get them out. Why’d you contact<br />
me if you're ok with it? The message board<br />
we met on was about breaking ties with<br />
cults and churches.”
“Ya know. Ya have a few drinks and<br />
worry a bit more and look for solutions. I<br />
have my days where I worry more than<br />
others. Got a letter a three days ago that<br />
said he was doing alright. The return<br />
address was a PO box in town here. He<br />
said everything was fine and that he was<br />
happy. Said he was working on something<br />
and that he’d visit when he could.<br />
Communication cuts the worry.”<br />
“What happened when you followed<br />
Pete into the desert?’<br />
“Huh,” Matthew looked confused for<br />
a moment, “Right Pete. Well we're out there<br />
and it gets dark. I’m wondering if I’ve got<br />
enough gas to get back home without<br />
finding a station and then we go over this<br />
ridge and down below are all these cars in a<br />
circle. It was like a scene out of Mad Max.<br />
Those old Mel Gibson movies? Ya know?<br />
With the cars in the desert and all the crazy<br />
people on motorcycles, big trucks, and<br />
covered in spikes? They’d set up their own<br />
kinda thunderdome made out of chainlink<br />
fencing. It was actually pretty cool.”<br />
“They let you in?”<br />
“Oh yeah, lost sight of Pete but they<br />
were a very inclusive bunch. Shook my<br />
hand introduced me to a few people.”<br />
“They didn’t bar you at the gates?<br />
They didn’t shoo you away? That’s weird.<br />
The cults I’ve been looking into have<br />
generally pushed outsiders away.”<br />
“Oh no not these folk. They were all<br />
nice. Gave me a beer told me to have a<br />
seat and said if I wanted to see Phil I’d have<br />
to wait because he was fighting that night.”<br />
“But they let you see him?”<br />
“Yeah after he beat this guy to a<br />
pulp with his hands. Really messed the guy<br />
up. Can’t say I wasn’t proud of the boy but I<br />
did feel bad for his opponent.”<br />
“Did they have a doctor or<br />
anything?”<br />
“Looked like they did. The guy Phil<br />
beat was unconscious when they took him<br />
out on a gurney. I missed a lot of his sports<br />
in highschool because I was working. I felt<br />
like being ok with this kinda made up for<br />
that,” Matthew struck a weird look like he<br />
didn’t know what to say next, “So the two er<br />
three hundred people watching all cheer<br />
and scream some words I don’t understand,<br />
an I know it ain’t spanish, then this guy in<br />
tan robes comes out with two beautiful<br />
women in these like metal bikinis. The<br />
whole image was very metal. Like how the<br />
old metal rock bands tried to look. Very<br />
metal, like the music Phil likes.”<br />
“Was he a priest?”<br />
“Looked like it. He took this leather<br />
wrap and put it around Phil’s arm. It was<br />
hard to see but it looked like it had holes in<br />
it that the guy dragged a little blade down<br />
through. At first I thought it was a pen or<br />
marker. Like a tattoo type deal. The guy<br />
next to me nudged me and told me what an<br />
honor it was to receive what Phil was<br />
receiving. That Phil was now some elite<br />
warrior in their group. He pulled the leather<br />
off his arm and blood just slopped out of it.<br />
Phil smiled like he used to at christmas and<br />
held his sick bloody arm up to the roar of
the crowd. It’s was like ancient Rome or<br />
something.”<br />
him?”<br />
“What’d he say when you spoke to<br />
“Well I hardly spoke to him that<br />
night. It took me an hour to get close<br />
enough to see him what with everyone<br />
fawning over him for his victory. I asked<br />
around about the guy cutting into his arm<br />
and these people kept telling me that it was<br />
to show he’d never been defeated and that<br />
he’d honored Kre, whoever that was. When<br />
I finally got to Phil he hugged me, got blood<br />
all over my coat and said he was overjoyed<br />
I’d witnessed his greatest day. So I told him<br />
he needed to cover up his arm. It was all<br />
covered in those symbols you were posting<br />
online. Cut deep too! He wouldn’t cover it.<br />
Said Kre would protect him. Then when I<br />
argued, not even about how it’s crazy to cut<br />
your arm, but that he could at least put<br />
some disinfectant on it and stop hugging<br />
sweaty strangers long enough to clean the<br />
fucking wound,” Matthew looked like he was<br />
expecting some showing of understanding<br />
from Bill and Jonny. So that Matthew would<br />
know he wasn’t being irrational. Jonny<br />
agreed and Bill nodded, “He tells me he<br />
loves me. Which is weird because he ain't<br />
said that to me since he was near twelve!<br />
Then he tells me that he’s sure I’m confused<br />
and he’ll visit me the next day. Like a father<br />
can just see his son beat a man half to<br />
death, get some fucked up runes carved<br />
into his skin, then go home and sleep?<br />
Shit,” Matthew was worked up now and<br />
breathing heavy. His face a red and he was<br />
clearly more worried than he’d originally let<br />
on.<br />
“So did he visit you?”<br />
“Yeah he visited me two days later.<br />
Came in with his damn arm still unwrapped<br />
at about ten at night the next day. Said he<br />
couldn’t stay long as he had plans! Said he<br />
wasn’t working at the repair shop anymore<br />
and that he was going to go live in the<br />
desert with these people in Mexico. That<br />
he’d come see me now and again but that I<br />
might not see him for a while at first. Which<br />
was fine. Ya know, do what makes you<br />
happy. But then we got into this argument<br />
about how I worry too much and how he’s<br />
fine and that he’s gunna heal just fine. He<br />
wants the scars. Their part of his new<br />
religion. Then he just stormed off. Wasn’t<br />
here more than five minutes.”<br />
“That’s rough,” Bill was scribbling<br />
everything down, “Is this like a fight club<br />
then?”<br />
“I thought so. Then I saw the guy in<br />
the robes and these people shoveling up<br />
and boxing all the bloodied sand. They took<br />
it all with them back into some tunnel in the<br />
hillside that night. I hope Phil Isn't living<br />
underground like an animal. But like I said, if<br />
it makes him happy,” It sounded like<br />
Matthew was trying to convince himself to<br />
accept his son’s decisions but that in<br />
actuality he was not fully sure of his son’s<br />
safety.<br />
Bill let the room go silent for a<br />
moment. He could tell Jonny was biting his<br />
tongue but couldn’t imagine what would<br />
come out of his mouth. It took Bill longer<br />
than most to process information. He had to<br />
think about things, rationalize them, and<br />
remove all fantasy or points of suspect so<br />
that there would be only truth and fact<br />
before he made a decision based on what
he’d learned. After doing so Bill asked, “Do<br />
you know if Pete lives with Phil in the<br />
desert?”<br />
Matthew looked to think, he glanced<br />
out the window next to him and the back to<br />
the two men on his futon, “Yeah I heard he’s<br />
living with his mother now. Up in Saint<br />
David.”<br />
“Do you know where in Saint<br />
David?”<br />
“No but I can give the number for<br />
Phil's ex. They broke up a few years back<br />
but she ran with Phil and Pete long enough<br />
that she should know. You think talkin with<br />
him might help?”<br />
“Yeah,” Bill stopped himself, he<br />
wanted to say he’d try to help get Phil out of<br />
the cult but that wasn’t his gig. He was there<br />
to observe and learn. To write about the cult<br />
and learn, “I’m only here to learn about<br />
them. I’m not here for an intervention. I just<br />
want to make that clear. I’ll give you<br />
everything I learn but like I said when we<br />
spoke online. I’m just a writer. I’m not here<br />
to get people out of cults.”<br />
“Oh no I understand. I mean I just<br />
want to know more. If you go in and found<br />
out they’re all good people he’s happy that’s<br />
great. I’d rather see that then have an<br />
intervention. Easier an all.”<br />
“Thanks for understand and helping.<br />
If we decided to go out to find them would<br />
you be willing to show us where you<br />
followed Pete to?”<br />
“Yeah. I could do that. I’d like to see<br />
Phil again. Maybe convince him to have<br />
lunch once a week or something,” Matthew<br />
sounded said then. Like he’d been hiding<br />
his sadness the whole time Bill had been in<br />
his home.<br />
The three shook hands. Bill declined<br />
free beers much to Jonny’s shugrin and<br />
after Matthew gave them the ex-girlfriend,<br />
Meg’s phone number they were back in the<br />
sandy rental car making their way back to<br />
their motel.<br />
***<br />
Jonny was stir crazy after spending<br />
two days sitting in a motel room with Bill<br />
working away at his computer. Bill had tried<br />
to contact Meg four times the day before<br />
and already three times that day. He was<br />
intent upon spending this day working or<br />
calling Meg so that he could get a hold of<br />
Pete. Bill hadn’t left a voicemail as like<br />
many salesmen he feared she would not<br />
return his call if she knew is intent. Still with<br />
their next flight set to leave in four days Bill<br />
didn’t have much more time to waste on this<br />
lead before they’d take a trip into the desert.<br />
So on his fourth call at five that afternoon<br />
Bill left her a message saying that he was<br />
trying to find Pete and Phil because they’d<br />
joined a cult and just wanted to ask her one<br />
question. He emphasised that he’d only ask<br />
one question and that after that Meg would<br />
never hear from Bill again.Bill reasoned that<br />
to most people this was a reasonable<br />
request.<br />
He finally got a response from her in<br />
the form of an angry phone call at near<br />
eleven that night. Meg was nasty with Bill<br />
over the phone calling him all sorts of<br />
names because he’d called her so many<br />
times without leaving a message. Then<br />
claimed that whatever bad situation “the
astard” Phil was involved in he probably<br />
deserved it. Still after she calmed Bill was<br />
able to get a general idea of where to find<br />
Pete. She didn’t have an address, only a<br />
description of the cross roads and that the<br />
house was the two story white one with a<br />
waterless angel fountain in the front. Bill<br />
thanked her and she told him that if he<br />
called her again she’d call the cops for<br />
harassment. He didn’t plan on including that<br />
in his book.<br />
The houses near Pete’s parents<br />
home where nicer that Matthew’s home.<br />
The yards were mostly nearly arranged<br />
stones with the occasional statue placed to<br />
brighten up the landscape. It took them two<br />
hours of driving in circles down the mix of<br />
roads around the intersection Meg<br />
described until they at long last found the<br />
home. There were no cars and no lights on<br />
around noon when Bill and Jonny rolled<br />
past in their rental car. Bill took down the<br />
address so he could find more easily and<br />
drove away. Jonny wondered why and Bill<br />
explained that he wanted to drive past again<br />
in a few hours when there might be a car or<br />
some indication that someone was home.<br />
Before then they would get some lunch.<br />
Jonny joked that it was like stalking but was<br />
happy to be eating a good meal instead of<br />
fast food or pizza brought back to the motel.<br />
While eating lunch Bill checked his<br />
usual online message boards. Places on the<br />
internet where people came together to talk<br />
about their family members involvement in<br />
weird cults and discuss the appearances of<br />
weird symbols around the world. Bill had<br />
located nearly one hundred different cults<br />
that all had similar glyphs and sigils in their<br />
writings or embroidery. Some theorized that<br />
these were secrete religions of the old gods<br />
that only now we're seeing the light because<br />
of our widespread communication but<br />
others theorized that these religions were all<br />
some elaborate hoax by a group of internet<br />
trolls. A member of one of the message<br />
boards, Mr.Fluorite217, privately messaged<br />
Bill telling him that he’d created a way to<br />
“see beyond the mortal realm and glimpse<br />
that which lies in the layers just beyond our<br />
sight. A place when we can not touch but<br />
only see and that even there the glyphs<br />
exist.” Mr.Fluorite217 asked if Bill had made<br />
any progress is learning more about the<br />
cults and explained that might be able to<br />
help if Bill were to come to London to help<br />
figure out what the creatures one layer deep<br />
might be doing and how they interacted with<br />
the human world. He also rambled about<br />
beings built of pure hate residing in<br />
conjunction with his own world and that<br />
beyond them was a radiant world of colors<br />
and physics where books could be<br />
absorbed by sight and gravity could be<br />
seen. Then user Mr.Fluorite217 rambled on<br />
some more about how he hadn’t show<br />
anyone else for fear of the world taking his<br />
invention from him. Bill responded that he<br />
would look into this after his current task<br />
and noted to Mr.Fluorite217 that he’d be<br />
busy for much of the comming week with<br />
work and unlikely to respond at any quick<br />
pace. Bill was leery of Mr.Fluorite217 and<br />
discarded the story as it likely was the<br />
ramblings of an internet troll.<br />
When they returned to Pete’s<br />
parents home there still were no cars but<br />
the living room curtains that had been<br />
closed were now open. Jonny hadn’t<br />
noticed but this face made Bill confident that<br />
he would get some information. They<br />
knocked and waited. There was no answer<br />
so Jonny moved to leave. Bill motioned for
Jonny to stop which he did. A short while<br />
later Bill knocked again, this time harder<br />
and longer. Still nothing. After waiting a<br />
good five minutes quietly listening for<br />
sounds inside the home Bill knocked a third<br />
time. This time with a happy kind of rhythm<br />
to the knocking. The door was this time<br />
answered by a twenty something half<br />
asleep man with bloodshot eyes and sweat<br />
that wet his clothes like it’d just rained. He<br />
was gumpy man who didn’t so much as<br />
answer but grunted at them.<br />
“Hello,” Bill stated calmly yet with a<br />
sort of absent authority, “I was just stopping<br />
by home to talk to Pete or Phil. Pete’s dad<br />
sent us this way.”<br />
The young man almost closed the<br />
door then stopped, “What about?”<br />
“Well I’ve seen a lot about some<br />
group in the desert. I wanted to learn more<br />
before visiting them. I was hoping Pete or<br />
Phil could help lead me in the right<br />
direction?”<br />
“What’s in it for me?”<br />
“Fifty bucks if you’ve got any good<br />
information sound fair?”<br />
“I need a hundred to finish paying<br />
rent here this month.”<br />
“I can do one hundred.”<br />
He opened the door and stepped<br />
back motioning the two men in. The young<br />
man lead them through the living area to the<br />
dining room table then sat down across<br />
from them without saying another word.<br />
“Your Phil I take it?” Bill said as he<br />
took a seat. He could tell Jonny was itching<br />
at a chance to talk to someone other than<br />
Bill and worried that Jonny would start<br />
talking during his discussion and distract the<br />
process.<br />
The young man rumpled his face<br />
and said, “No I’m Ned. I just live with Pete.<br />
We rent this place out from his parents.<br />
Pete’s asleep in the basement. Sleeps most<br />
of the day.”<br />
Bill opened his wallet and pulled out<br />
five of his eight twenties setting them on the<br />
table, “We really wanted to speak with<br />
Pete.”<br />
“Well Pete’s out cold. He’s been<br />
awake for about four hours a night the last<br />
week or so since we got back from Kal’ara.”<br />
“Kal’ara?”<br />
“Yeah Kal’ara is a little place in<br />
Mexico about three hours south of here.<br />
Pete and Phil took me out there to take part<br />
in their macho fighting club. I’d only been<br />
once. Pete was apparently living there.<br />
Wanted to recruit me on account of my<br />
being all state in wrestling in highschool.<br />
You want to hear about these cult fucker<br />
huh?” Phil wiped some sweat from his<br />
forehead onto his wet arm, “AC is on full<br />
blast. You guys are probably a little nippy?<br />
You got an accent from up north<br />
somewhere?”<br />
“Were fine,” Bill said, he had<br />
goosebumps from the cold and could see<br />
goosebumps on Jonny’s neck but the cold<br />
was bearable, “You visited the cult too and<br />
you knew it was a cult?”
“Pft. I knew it was a cult as soon as I<br />
found out Phil was living there now and had<br />
all those scars on his arm. Shit some of<br />
them never healed and just bled a little all<br />
day every day. Which of course Phil said<br />
was part of the honor. Which was weird. So<br />
when we got out there and I saw these<br />
fuckers going all wrestle mania on each<br />
other but for real I figured I should leave.<br />
But that wasn’t enough ya see? I was there<br />
at the start of the night and we had to stay<br />
until the end.”<br />
“So you only went the one time?”<br />
“Yeah I went the one time. Pete’s<br />
last time out there too. These guys were<br />
crazy why do you want to know about them<br />
anyway.”<br />
“I’m writing a book about cults<br />
around the world that all have the same<br />
symbols. Like the ones on Phil’s arm.”<br />
“There’s more of these guys around<br />
the world? It’s some creepy Fight Club<br />
esque shit.”<br />
“Yeah there’s a lot of cults using the<br />
same sigils. Some claim to predate<br />
christianity.”<br />
“Yeah these guys said that too. Said<br />
Jesus was a false idol and that the only true<br />
god was some ancient thing that was all<br />
about blood and pain and war or something.<br />
Real dark shit too. There were some very<br />
pretty girls there though. They were getting<br />
guys to come then kinda getting all sexy on<br />
them to lure them into getting into the ring<br />
for fighting. Twisted if you ask me. One of<br />
them girls just about mounted me trying to<br />
get me in there. She had some runes or<br />
symbols carved across her chest that<br />
looked like the ones on Phil’s arm. They<br />
bled a little too. She was a real twisted<br />
chick. Saw her take down another girl in two<br />
quick moves. Really horrorshow that girl.”<br />
“So it was mostly fighting you saw?”<br />
“Yeah what I saw was mostly<br />
fighting. I had some of their sacred wine and<br />
after that I wanted to fight but I knew it was<br />
wrong. Can’t just beat people out in the<br />
desert like that. Glad I didn’t fight neither<br />
after what happened to Pete.”<br />
“Did Pete fight?”<br />
“Oh yeah Pete fought! He had a<br />
good bout against four smaller guys. They<br />
all came at him with pipes and there was<br />
Pete all alone. They called it his final<br />
conquest. Four on one with friggin pipes.<br />
Crazy, count me out. I told him to get the<br />
fuck outa there.”<br />
“Did he win?”<br />
“Pft, no. Four guys with pipes<br />
against just Pete? He’s lucky they didn’t kill<br />
him. But it’s not that that's the worst. It’s that<br />
after they pummeled the guy they dragged<br />
him out and told him he had to start all over<br />
again. That he was now an initiate. Not<br />
even a member. He’d have to earn his way<br />
back in. Pete just laid there. I had to help<br />
the guy into his truck and drive him back<br />
here. He’s been sick as a dog ever sense<br />
and won't go to the doctor. Keeps saying he<br />
needs to go back to Kal’ara. The sun hurts<br />
his eyes. It’s like a heroin addict coming<br />
down. Real scary shit. Worst part is that I<br />
want to go back too. I dream about Kal’ara
and being it’s glorious champion. Pete<br />
though, he’s ruined. His wounds have<br />
mostly healed but he can’t stay awake and<br />
gets worse every day. Won't see a doctor.<br />
Just wants me to take him to Kal’ara. Says<br />
he has to become a Berserker. Whatever<br />
the fuck that means.”<br />
Bill took note of all of this in detail,<br />
“Maybe there was something in the wine?<br />
Cocaine or some other stimulant that’s<br />
addictive?”<br />
“I think it’s the pussy.”<br />
“What?”<br />
“All those girls dragging men out<br />
there. They get the girls when they win. Part<br />
of the prize. Winners of the girls fights fuck<br />
the winners of the guys fights. It’s like some<br />
big victory orgy inside their cave temple<br />
place according to Pete.”<br />
“Can we speak with Pete please?”<br />
“He’s gunna be unconscious. I’m<br />
telling you he’s not going to be awake,” He<br />
wiped his face with his t-shirt to remove the<br />
dripping sweat, “Fucking hell I can’t stop<br />
sweating sense we came back from that<br />
damned place.”<br />
“Please. If we talk to Pete we might<br />
be able to get more information from the cult<br />
when we visit.”<br />
“No. After talking to Pete you won’t<br />
want to visit. Once you see what they've<br />
done to him you’ll want to just turn around<br />
and leave,” Ned stood and moved for the<br />
back of the kitchen where there were stairs<br />
leading down to the basement. He motioned<br />
for Bill and Jonny to follow. They did. Down<br />
the creaky stairs in a room that was hardly<br />
lit even with the light on Bill and Jonny<br />
watched as Ned shook a man who was<br />
lying directly on the cement floor, “Pete<br />
wake up,” Ned said but there was nothing.<br />
After a few more attempts to shake Pete<br />
awake, Ned knelt next to him and checked<br />
his pulse. Ned’s previously reddened skin<br />
went flush. His posture changed to one<br />
more demised and he tearfully turned to Bill<br />
and Jonny, “There’s no pulse.”<br />
“We need to call an ambulance,”<br />
Jonny said scrambling up the stairs. He<br />
rushed out to the street to find the house<br />
number and street name so that he could<br />
get help. But help would do nothing. Pete<br />
was declared dead on the scene and Ned<br />
was taken to the hospital for examination.<br />
The police interviewed Jonny and Bill but<br />
found no reason to keep them or prosecute<br />
for any cause so they let them go. By eight<br />
PM the duo, mentally exhausted, retired to<br />
their motel.<br />
***<br />
That night Bill had trouble sleeping.<br />
The other cults he’d investigated had their<br />
own kinds of intensity but none had been<br />
like this. When he’d seen Pete and Ned it<br />
almost looked like the two were recovering<br />
from an addiction. He’d seen alcoholics take<br />
a week or more to come down and start<br />
feeling like normal people again. In Albany<br />
he’d been chased out of a small temple in<br />
the woods and in Nebraska he’d been<br />
threatened consistently. These glyphs or<br />
sigils, or whatever they were had been<br />
popping up all over the world. They were<br />
showing up in the background of news<br />
articles and occasionally on bodies found in<br />
all variety of places. Increasingly high<br />
numbers of people were seeking help to get
their family members out of the cults in<br />
online forums. The only similarity between<br />
all the cults was that some point or another<br />
there was offered animal of often times<br />
human blood. It racked Bill's mind trying to<br />
figure out how the cults could be so<br />
widespread and yet seem so unknown to<br />
society. He was fascinated by them.<br />
Jonny was tossing all night. His body<br />
was overheating like he had a fever but it<br />
was really just the dark light of his<br />
dreamscape. Images of battling in a cage<br />
that repeatedly awakened him with the<br />
horrific detail of bludgeoning and baseball<br />
bat battles. He shuddered at the joys of<br />
blood victory on red sands he’d never<br />
before seen. Still, after the carnage had<br />
ended and dawn arose, Jonny felt a call to<br />
battle that hadn’t existed since he’d played<br />
football in high school.<br />
In the morning Bill and Jonny<br />
commented to each other about how awful<br />
the hotel beds were and how either had<br />
gotten sleep because of it. They didn’t talk<br />
about much else as they ate their free motel<br />
breakfast buffet and then left in the rental<br />
sedan to meet with Matthew at eleven. Both<br />
men wondered if eachother had shaken<br />
nerves over finding Pete dead the day<br />
before but they both declined to comment<br />
on it. Talking may have convinced them to<br />
retreat from their task.<br />
***<br />
Matthew was over eager. He no<br />
longer seemed to hide his want in removing<br />
his son from the clutches of the Kal’ara cult.<br />
Matthew brought with him his M1911 after<br />
arguing with Bill that he was going to bring a<br />
few rifles. After Bill noted the increased<br />
difficulty in passing though a border with<br />
firearms Matthew resigned to only bringing<br />
the M1911 pistol and had said he’d only use<br />
it if they were threatened. BIll hoped<br />
Matthew was just paranoid.<br />
After the near speechless three hour<br />
drive south into rural Mexico the Matthew<br />
slowed his truck on a long empty road and<br />
began looking for the path to Kal’ara. It was<br />
a rocky, bumpy, path and Matthew had to<br />
backtrack twice because he thought he was<br />
going in the wrong direction. By the time<br />
they actually found the desolate metal<br />
fighting ring they’d been in the desert for<br />
over two hours. Even with the air<br />
conditioning of Matthew's old Ford F250 the<br />
desert heat was stifling. The creaky shocks<br />
of the rusted truck were the only music out<br />
there as radio stations didn’t broadcast to<br />
places with no people.<br />
When they did finally find the fighting<br />
ring it they were in a desolate place with<br />
very little signs that humans were around. If<br />
someone was living nearby they were very<br />
clean people who kept hidden. Around the<br />
large circle fencing were tracks from the<br />
tires of the spectator vehicles, footprints,<br />
and blotches of maroon sand that were<br />
presumably dried blood spots. It was a<br />
dusty place that even lacked the refreshing<br />
feel of wind. In the direction of the road<br />
they’d turned off of to find this place was a<br />
large hill. Around the ring there were a few<br />
rocky outcrops that didn’t seem large<br />
enough for a cave to be present. One<br />
outcrop did take the shape of a rough cubic<br />
viper head complete with upper and lower<br />
fangs. In the viper's mouth there was a dark<br />
area visible at a distance that could have<br />
been an overhang but was unlikely to be a<br />
cave deeper than a few feet. Someone<br />
could stay there for a night but no person
could make it a home that far out in the<br />
desert. Still the snake head outcrop was the<br />
only lead they had so after meandering<br />
around the ring without any other leads Bill<br />
directed the group in the snake head’s<br />
direction.<br />
It was a good a quick drive over that<br />
back in Michigan wouldn’t have been worth<br />
the gas. But in the heat of the Mexican<br />
summer Bill and Jonny were thankful for<br />
Matthews truck. The mouth of the little cave<br />
was just barely tall enough for two men to<br />
walk through side by side and on the tongue<br />
of the snake there was a heavily traveled<br />
path. The back of the cave was eclipsed by<br />
darkness. Still at this closer distance the<br />
cavern did not look large enough to house<br />
more than one or two people and in that<br />
respect their presence should have been<br />
noticeable but it wasn’t.<br />
“This is the only cave entrance type<br />
thing we’ve seen but I don’t see how<br />
anyone could live here,” said Bill, “It looks<br />
like people travel through here often<br />
though.”<br />
Matthew pulled out his pistol and<br />
start up into the cave.<br />
“I don’t think you need your gun out<br />
for an empty cave,” said Jonny.<br />
Matthew turned around saying,<br />
“Rattlers like the cold. I’d rather shoot a<br />
snake then let em bite me,” then as<br />
Matthew turned a dark figure emerged from<br />
the blackness of the cavern behind him. The<br />
figure moved with horrific malice in<br />
extending its lanky arms over a large rock<br />
and it moved in a fluid motion like a striking<br />
mountain lion clawing at Matthew’s upper<br />
body and pulling him back head first into the<br />
rock face it’d reached out from. There was a<br />
crack but no sound from Matthew as his<br />
body dropped limp to the sandy floor of the<br />
cavern.<br />
Jonny moved for the knife in his<br />
jeans pocket but was stopped as a coarse<br />
palm grasped his arm like a vice. Bill moved<br />
towards the truck, ever the coward, and<br />
turned into the sweaty chest of a man<br />
covered in blown sand which caused his<br />
skin to feel like sandpaper against Bill’s<br />
cheek. Sudden impact coupled with the<br />
immediate salted taste of the strangers<br />
sweat sent Bill stumbling back a few steps<br />
into the cave. The lumbering Red Man<br />
behind Bill was hot from the beat of the sun<br />
on his naked peeling flesh. There were<br />
blisters on the shoulders and arms that<br />
pussed and popped with each movement.<br />
No doubt the wounds of standing as a<br />
hidden guard outside in such hateful heat.<br />
Near behind, to the right, and shorter than<br />
the Red Man were two bulked women with<br />
their once fair skin equally desecrated by<br />
the sun and their muscles tensed in equal<br />
preparation to the Red Man. One of the<br />
women had Jonny’s arm and had begun<br />
pinning him hard against the curved rock<br />
wall of the cavern while the Red Man<br />
grabbed stumbling Bill’s shirt collar and<br />
pulled him forward into the Red Man’s fist. It<br />
was a blackening impact that shook the light<br />
from Bill’s eyes leaving only a blur. He<br />
slumped back knowingly letting himself fall<br />
towards the ground only to feel himself<br />
pulled back put to another fisting. This<br />
second impact left Bill near unconscious. He<br />
couldn’t tell if he was falling or sleeping.<br />
Another jerk pulled him up and he knew his<br />
nightmare was not over. Bill’s face shook<br />
against something hard again. He hoped
the ground. Then he felt to fall until at long<br />
last he felt the crush and scrape of the back<br />
of his head against stone and sand. A<br />
feeling he’d never thought he’d welcome.<br />
Bill tried to keep conscious and look dead<br />
but his mind was too wracked for pretend.<br />
****<br />
Jonny kept his head down as one of<br />
the Red Women stuffed him down a small<br />
entry way at the back of the snake jaw<br />
cavern. He hazily watched the worn and<br />
chipped stone stairs below him pass while<br />
the air changed from achingly hot to a<br />
pleasant cool allowing the sweat on his<br />
body to dry while his captor dragged him<br />
across the floor by placing her hands under<br />
his armpits causing his bottom to hit each<br />
stair with a harsh thud. All the while Jonny<br />
could feel his upper right molar wiggling so<br />
much that he wondered how it was even<br />
kept in place. They passed through many<br />
long winding tunnels with many forks. The<br />
walls were made of carved stone with<br />
engraved sigils and dried red palm prints on<br />
them. There were shrieks in the distance<br />
down one fork that Jonny was pulled away<br />
from. The burned red people that dragged<br />
the group spoke in tongues that Jonny could<br />
not understand. Multiple groups of our or<br />
five people passed him in the tunnels that at<br />
their depth were now wide enough for men<br />
to stand four persons wide comfortably.<br />
When they released Jonny he was in a cell<br />
made of stone with one wall like that of a<br />
cage made from long cross sectioned bones<br />
like the braided ribcage of some large<br />
beast.<br />
Jonny spent a long while drooling on<br />
the cold sandy floor of his cage before he<br />
tried to move. There was a consistent<br />
mumbling of someone with a coarse voice<br />
nearby but he couldn’t tell where the<br />
speaker was. When he fully awakened the<br />
seriousness of his situation set in. Jonny’s<br />
elbows were scraped and his shirt had been<br />
removed. His pants and shoes were still on<br />
but his wallet and knife were missing. The<br />
twisted braided bone door of the cell had no<br />
noticeable way to be opened as it seemed<br />
embedded into both the rock of the ceiling<br />
and the rock of the floor.<br />
“Be with us,” the coarse voice came<br />
again from behind Jonny, “Hold nothing<br />
back,” It was a twisted horrific shell of a<br />
man. His skin was bruised, cut, burned, sun<br />
burned, peeled, boiled, blistered, popped,<br />
pussed, and scared, “Be with us and join<br />
today,” he continued flopping his fat and<br />
broken bottom lip, “for we alone can show<br />
the way,” the man laid in the back corner<br />
motionless.<br />
“Who are you?” Jonny asked<br />
standing and positioning himself near the<br />
bone bar so that he and the stranger were<br />
in opposing corner of their confinement.<br />
The shell of a man slowly rolled his<br />
headd head up and locked his dry eyes with<br />
Jonny, “Another joins us. Pitty pitty. Another<br />
for the berzerkers.”<br />
“Who are you and who the fuck put<br />
us in here?”<br />
“Ha!” the man laughed, “I am dirt. I<br />
have failed Kre. I await only judgement.”<br />
“Who is Kre?”
“Who is Kre?” the man whined, “Kre<br />
is The All God. Bringer of rain, lord of the<br />
blood in your veins. Kre is the purity of rage<br />
and victory.”<br />
or?”<br />
“Is it Kre who has us locked in here<br />
“No, no,” the man said, “Kre is deep<br />
below waiting for proper honors on the<br />
battlefield and a sufficient blood offering to<br />
awaken again.”<br />
Jonny scanned the cuts and bruises<br />
on the dilapidated man’s body, “What<br />
happened to you?”<br />
“I won my conquest but failed in<br />
receiving the mark. My blood was not pure<br />
enough,” he held up the underside of his<br />
right arm revealing a series of sigils cut into<br />
it that were all puffed, green, and oozing<br />
with fluids, “If you cannot bare the marks<br />
you cannot join the cabal.”<br />
Jonny nearly vomited at the sight.<br />
He gagged and wish there had been<br />
enough in his stomach to wretch up but he<br />
hadn’t eaten in hours and so was left to dry<br />
heave while wondering if Bill and Matthew<br />
had met similar fates. After he pulled<br />
himself together he asked the man, “What<br />
are they going to do to me?”<br />
“You will be taken the battle field and<br />
tested before Kre. If worthy you will join us.<br />
If unworthy you will not return.”<br />
“You mean they’ll kill me right? Not<br />
return is just some sugar coated bullshit?”<br />
“Yes. The unworthy die. Either in<br />
battle or,” he sighed, “After.”<br />
“I don’t want to join the cabal.”<br />
“Kre calls on only those who have<br />
the strength to answer.”<br />
“We came here to learn about this<br />
stupid cult. Not join it,” Jonny pushed his<br />
face to the bone bars. He was in denial that<br />
they were made of bone because it just<br />
seemed too unreal. Jonny could tell there<br />
were cages on either side of his but could<br />
not tell if anyone was inside them. He<br />
listened but heard no other sounds of life.<br />
The man chucked, seemed to choke<br />
for a moment, then continued chuckling,<br />
“Tonight you will learn all there is to know.”<br />
***<br />
Hours passed as Jonny lay there not<br />
knowing what happened to Bill. Each<br />
movement caused an eruption of pain from<br />
the loose tooth in Jonny’s mouth. His<br />
regretful decision to come with Bill ate away<br />
at him. First he hurt thinking at a real<br />
bodyguard might have actually been of<br />
some help to Bill but in the head of his self<br />
loathing he repressed those dark thoughts<br />
and lived only in the present. There was no<br />
past or future for him now. The only<br />
certainty in Jonny's life was that he was<br />
alive and he was breathing. That he had a<br />
tooth dangling from some torn fleshy bits in<br />
his mouth annoying and worrying him. He<br />
needed a dentist. Surely he was going to<br />
lose the tooth. He’d known that he realized<br />
it was loose but didn’t want to admit it to<br />
himself. There was a nagging at his<br />
conscience that begged this to all be a<br />
dream or a sham of some kind. His mortal<br />
mind rejected all of his reality, it had to be a<br />
fallacy. Reaching inside his mouth Jonny
grasped the tooth. The whole area exploded<br />
with pain. The tooth had to come out. It was<br />
the only pain he could fix. In his tongue<br />
Jonny had felt that only one root was<br />
holding the tooth in. Reasoning that one<br />
root ripping couldn’t hurt more than a<br />
mangled tooth jangling around he pulled<br />
hard removing the tooth with a gush of<br />
blood and a feeling that a rod had been<br />
shoved through his missing tooth hole<br />
straight up into his eye. He shrieked and<br />
whimpered trying to gather himself. Pain<br />
was good. It distracted from the reality of his<br />
horrific existence.<br />
The desolated body behind him<br />
moved and groaned all the while starting to<br />
repeat the same thing over and over no<br />
matter how much Jonny begged of him to<br />
stop. His coarse dry voice drooled on,<br />
“Come with me and join the pack. Be with<br />
us. Hold nothing back. Be with us and join<br />
today for we alone can show the way. There<br />
is a place of long forgot come and see the<br />
being from which we’re taught. Come with<br />
me and join the pack. Join in blood hold<br />
nothing back. Unleash the bond we hold in<br />
blood and come with me my war wrought<br />
dove,” For hours.<br />
In light of hearing the same<br />
unending loop from the talking corpse in his<br />
cell Jonny almost welcomed the the sight of<br />
the Red Man and the two Red Women<br />
who’d assaulted him at the entrance to the<br />
cavern. The bone barrier retracted, seeming<br />
to shrink itself momentarily at the wave of<br />
the Red Man’s hand and quick utterance of<br />
guttural tongues. Jonny tried to move away<br />
from the Red Man but was quickly snatched<br />
by the shoulders. He spat in the eyes of the<br />
Red Man and struggled while blood mixed<br />
with a small amount of spittle rolled down<br />
the Red Man’s unflinching face. One of the<br />
women bagged Jonny’s head with a brown<br />
sack and other other tied his hands behind<br />
his back with twine. Jonny cursed them as<br />
they dragged him out of the cell towards<br />
unseeable end.<br />
The bag over Jonny’s head was thin<br />
enough so that he could see the outlines of<br />
the winding tunnels they passed through<br />
with much haste that it seemed his captors<br />
were making wrong turns or perhaps taking<br />
long routes through the labyrinth to confuse<br />
Jonny and ensure he could not find it way<br />
back. Four times he thought they’d passed<br />
the same group of figured praying in the<br />
dark. Once from the back, the side, the<br />
front, and then the side again before being<br />
pulled up a staircase and joined by four<br />
more men with sacks over their heads too.<br />
One of the other captives dropped limp and<br />
was dragged by his captor for a few feet<br />
before the captor turned around, kicked him,<br />
and told him that if he was going to cry and<br />
give up before the proving that he would<br />
displease Kre and that would land him in<br />
certain death. With that the man stood and<br />
followed giving little resistance other than<br />
the tears he still shed. Jonny first thought<br />
the man to be Bill but Bill was taller and<br />
didn’t have as deep of a voice.<br />
Another captive, possibly Matthew<br />
by the sound of their voice, cursed at his<br />
captors following behind Jonny in a narrow<br />
tunnel. Matthew’s comments were met with<br />
furious fists that left Matthew howling in pain<br />
before being shoved forward. After passing<br />
through a tunnel so narrow that Jonny’s<br />
shoulders touched either side at once he<br />
found himself being shoved down a wide<br />
tunnel with more followers of Kre and still<br />
furthermore captives. Then he could tell he
as being pushed back out the mouth of the<br />
snake head outcrop and then marched back<br />
towards the desert cage in the black of the<br />
desert night with only the stars above to<br />
glimmer their brightness lighting the desert<br />
landscape. In the shuffling darkness Jonny<br />
could hardly make out the space around<br />
him but knew by the sounds of the engines<br />
and booming music playing that there was a<br />
crowed gathered. He was moved through its<br />
outskirt and spat on more than once before<br />
being pushed out into the fighting area as<br />
the sack was removed from his head.<br />
The headlights of the surrounding<br />
cars momentarily blinded Jonny. The<br />
screaming crowd quieted, the music with it,<br />
and a tall man stood in the center of the<br />
fighting area. Jonny moved forward thinking<br />
that he was meant to enter the middle of the<br />
ring for some horrid combat. He breathed<br />
deep and readied himself for a fight when<br />
tight hands grabbed him and pulled him<br />
back to the fencing. Two men tied Jonny to<br />
the fence with belts across his wrists telling<br />
him, “Not yet.”<br />
****<br />
Even at night the desert was hot. Bill<br />
was unsure of his situation. He hadn’t been<br />
in a fight since grade school when another<br />
kid had pushed him for no reason. Even<br />
back then he was ill prepared for battle.<br />
Now he was placed in a ring, in the desert,<br />
with a naked cut up man in it’s center<br />
screaming in dark tongues. The crowd<br />
cheers three hundred strong with each<br />
pause of the speaker's voice. Beyond the<br />
speaker was Matthew, equally stripped to<br />
his pants and shoes like Bill was. Matthew’s<br />
bells stuck out and his hairy tits sagged<br />
catching the beams of the headlights<br />
around the ring, “Phil!” Matthew shouted, his<br />
throat was so dry you could hear it, “Phil<br />
stop this! It’s not you my boy!”<br />
Phil, in the center of the ring, held<br />
two objects above his head. One a pistol,<br />
the other a pen, he shouted, “Blood of my<br />
past has entered the ring! Shall the father<br />
honor Kre as the son has or fall to the decay<br />
of defeat! Each man get’s the weapons they<br />
brought to sunder our righteous lands!” Phil<br />
turned and hastily made way to Bill<br />
extending the pen to him with an open palm.<br />
It was Bill’s pen. The one he’d taken notes<br />
with for years. A hard copper pen with<br />
refillable inks. Being close to Phil was<br />
horrific. His wounds were all open and<br />
somehow not bleeding. What had<br />
apparently started as a series of ceremonial<br />
cuts along his forearm were now wet<br />
wounds that went up his right arm to his<br />
shoulder and were stretching across his<br />
chest. Some lines even moved up Phil’s<br />
neck with depths that seem impossible.<br />
Bill took the pen while eyeing the<br />
pistol, “Why are you doing this?” he said.<br />
When Phil spoke as close distance it<br />
could be seen that Phil’s teeth were nearly<br />
all missing. All that remained in his mouth<br />
were his upper canines giving Phil the look<br />
of a snake man, “You are here because you<br />
answered the call of Kre as I answered the<br />
call of Kre. No one enters without Kre’s<br />
blessing. No one leaves without Kre’s<br />
payment.”<br />
“What payment?”<br />
“Battle and blood feed Kre as we<br />
would drink water,” Phil said walking away<br />
towards Matthew.
“I just wanted a fucking interview!”<br />
Bill shouted. He looked around him. Jonny<br />
was strapped to the fencing with a group of<br />
other men and one women. The crowd<br />
looked like semi normal everyday people<br />
aside from the sparsely spread burned red<br />
men and women.<br />
Kre- Blood god<br />
Guy in cell with them or found in desert<br />
or something, he’s got the scar on his<br />
arm like phil but it’s infected, he says<br />
he’s not worthy.<br />
Tech Cult that they visit later, after this<br />
where Bill convinces Jonny to go<br />
because he doesn’t want to go alone and<br />
needs someone who believes in this<br />
stuff.<br />
Tech cult has people making cybernetic<br />
enhancements to become one with the<br />
eternal god of electricity and technology<br />
Gathering berzerkers to destroy the<br />
Serinites<br />
Watch follower of the sea god being<br />
brought out to be challanged by the<br />
berzerkers and test his faith against<br />
theirs in a trial by combat, tentical face<br />
attach, berzerker cuts their head off,<br />
pulls off tenticals, looses eye, cheers for<br />
vistory!<br />
CHANT “Come with me and join the<br />
pack. Be with us. Hold nothing back. Be<br />
with us and join today for we alone can<br />
show the way. There is a place of long<br />
forgot come and see the being from<br />
which we’re taught. Come with me and<br />
join the pack. Join in blood hold nothing<br />
back. Unleash the bond we hold in blood<br />
and come with me my war wrought<br />
dove.”<br />
Kal’ara<br />
ADD PART WHERE BILL SEE”S PHILL<br />
KILL SOMEONE WHO CHALLANGES<br />
HIM AS CHAMPION<br />
The challanger moved with a<br />
quickness Bill hadn’t seen before. He<br />
fliped and kicked in an extream display<br />
of his athletic prowess. Phill was still<br />
and silent on the other side of the ring.<br />
His face grew slightly redder as he<br />
approched the challanger. The<br />
Challanger haulted his display and<br />
righted his body in a defencive position<br />
preparing for Phills assult. Phill’s arm<br />
seeemed to almost glow, then bleed and<br />
he breathed harder started to pcik upi<br />
his pace to charge the challanger. The<br />
challanger breathed deep and seemed<br />
focused on Phill. There in that moment<br />
both men existed in a world wholely of<br />
their own. Phill puched with his left fist,<br />
the challanger dodged and attempted<br />
striking at Phill’s head with a rounded<br />
kick that Phill ducked under. After<br />
exchanging afew more near misses<br />
Phill’s right arm, which he hadn’t yet<br />
attacked with was soaked with blood<br />
that’d oozed from his ceremonial scars.<br />
The challanger roared forward with a<br />
kick that missed and followed with a<br />
stone fist to Phill’s unyeilding<br />
midsection. Phill shifted squaring<br />
himself with the Challanger and finally
stuck with his right fist. On impact with<br />
the Challangers forehead blood flung<br />
from Phill’s arm spraying around the<br />
face and neck of the challanger. The heat<br />
of the blood seemed to burn into the<br />
Challanger causing him to fall sceaming<br />
and holing his face. It looked like acid<br />
had been splashed across his skin<br />
forming little black pores that dug down<br />
through the Challanger’s body. The<br />
crowd roared while the blood on Phill’s<br />
arm looked to be seeping back into him.<br />
Phill resigned the battlefield with the<br />
same calm intensity he’d entered with<br />
and no remorse for the screams of the<br />
slowly dying challanger.