Death Among Us (6 page)

Watching Maggie’s car sink to the bottom of the lake was rather surreal.  She was standing beside me, out of view from everyone else.  The witnesses all saw the same thing; the driver had lost control of the car and went off the bridge into the water below.  By the time police got there, it would be too late.

“Are you sure this will work?”

I was watching the scene intently.  “Yes, I am.  You were supposed to be dead and due to certain laws of the universe, the mortals will accept the outcome.  Granted, when they find your husband, they will assume you killed him and then killed yourself.”

“I guess that really doesn’t matter now huh?”

I put my hand on her shoulder.  “Not really.  The folks who matter know what truly happened.  If anyone is going to catch shit for this, it will be me.”

We continued to watch for a little while longer.  My phone buzzing in my pocket broke me out of my zone and I saw it was Khloros texting me.  How could he do that without hands?

“I think it is time to go.”  Khloros message was simple, we need to leave and prepare for our journey.

Maggie gave one last glace back at the lake and then headed towards the car.  Getting in myself and driving us away, I knew that she was experiencing an overwhelming sadness.

“I worked so hard to get where I was Derrick.  It pisses me off that Mark went and fucked it all up.  If he wanted to leave, I wouldn’t have stopped him.  Why did he have to want to kill me?”

Tough questions to answer.  “I can only sense death, not the intent.  But, if I were to guess, it would be that if he couldn’t have you, no one could.”

Understanding flashed across her eyes.  As we drove back into town, she rolled her window down and tossed her cell phone out.  A tractor trailer was coming the opposite direction and smashed it into hundred and tiny pieces.

The rest of the ride home was in silence.  There was a still lot of work to do and preparations to be made.  With a fourth member to the party now, I had to figure out a way to in cooperate her.

That reminded me; I needed to tell her about Roxanne.  “When we get back to my place, you will meet Roxanne.  She is a Lust demon who I inadvertently saved from her previous master.”

“Excuse me?”

“Let me try this again.  Have you ever heard of Beelzebub?”

She thought for a moment.  “The Lord of Flies?”

“Exactly, that is one of his many titles.  He is a powerful Arch-Demon downstairs and Roxanne was one of his servants.  Long story short, she came to me for help and I inadvertently gave her asylum and trust.  She is now bound to me and my household.”

“Am I bound to you as well?”

Shit, was that what had happened?  “I don’t know, honestly.  You very well could be, as I’m responsible for your life continuing.”

“If I may interject.”  Maggie jumped.  Thank the Almighty she had her seatbelt on or she may have accidently fell out.

“Oh yeah, Maggie this is Khloros and Khloros this is Maggie.”

She was feeling the dashboard with her hands by now.  “Your car talks?”

“He is not really a car.  His real form is a horse, but we adapt with the generations.”

She sunk back in her seat.  “I’m guessing there are a lot of surprises coming my way.”

You could say that again.  “Khloros, I can only imagine what you have to say.”

“You would do well to listen.”  I bit back a snarky retort.  “Much like when you granted the Lust Demon asylum, you granted Margaret asylum as well by shielding her from murder.  The situations are different, but the end result is the same, you are most likely responsible for both of their well-beings now.”

“Derrick is responsible for me?  That sounds so misogynistic.”

“I apologize for the literal interpretation ma’am.  You still have free will to do as you please, of course.  If my memory serves me correctly, those bound together will always feel a strong pull towards each other.  In this case, Grimm brought you into our world and he is responsible for your survival.”

That was a better way of putting it, I think.  “If it helps you, just think of me as your bodyguard.  If what I did marks you to others, whether demon or celestial, I will protect you.”

“That is reassuring, I think.”

“It’s best not to think bad thoughts.  Let’s just get you home now and go from there.”  We weren’t that far and soon enough we were parked and heading up.

When I opened the door, Roxanne came bolting from the kitchen.  “Derrick, you are home!  And you brought a friend?”

Roxanne looked positively thrilled at the thought of another companion in the house.  Maggie, on the other hand, seemed even less comfortable than when we were at the lake.  This presented another problem, I only had one bedroom.

“Maggie, this is Roxanne and vice versa.  This is the mortal who I broke the rules for.”

Roxanne walked right up to Maggie and started sniffing the air.  “Oh my, the sexual tension within her is high.  If she doesn’t release it soon, she might blow up!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Ladies, we can talk about sexual tensions and what-not later.  Roxanne, we need to fill her in on what we are doing and then proceed.”  I looked back at Maggie.  “What you are about to hear is classified.  I don’t expect you to get involved in this part of my life, but you need to know what’s going on too.”

Finding our way into the kitchen and sitting down, Roxanne and I explained to her what was going on. We hit on everything from the assassination plot of the President to the artifact that could open Hell on Earth.

As we were wrapping up, she actually seemed quite engaged and not scared or unbelieving.  “What is this artifact that could do such a thing?”

“George Washington’s axe.”

She slammed her hand down on the table.  “I knew there was more to your visit than just casual interest!”

I put my hands up.  “Guilty as charged.  Imagine my surprise when you brought the topic up with little to no prodding from me!”

“That is certainly interesting information, but I don’t see how an axe can be so special?”

“Oh, you never know how these things happen…”

“Derrick made it for Washington, which is how this whole mess started!”  Roxanne was practically giggling with terrible secret keeping.

Maggie’s eyes got really big.  “You made the axe for Washington?”  I nodded.  “Shut the fuck up!  You knew George Washington?”

“Yeah, him and I were quite the good friends back in the day.”

Both girls looked at me intently and I knew what they wanted.  Well, Maggie just wanted the back story where as Roxanne I think just enjoyed my discomfort.

“What the hell, the night is young and things are probably only going to go to shit when we get to Washington.  Why don’t I toss a few steaks on the grill and crack open a few beers.  Sound good to everyone?”

“Well Khloros we made it to Virginia!”

He snorted, “This place is even more backwoods than Pennsylvania if that is possible.”

“Come now, we are exploring!”

“You are exploring, I am suffering.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.  “At least admit this is better than the boat we were on.”

We continued to ride until we hit a small town named Pope’s Creek.  Or I thought it was a town, you could never quite tell with these little settlements in the Colonies.  Most of the people milling around paid no attention to us, except for one young man that is.

“Do you see the small redheaded child looking at us?  His eyes might be a little too keen.”

“I see him Khloros.  Pay him no heed and he will eventually go away.”

But over the next few days, he didn’t. Every time I left the inn, the redheaded child was watching close by.  His eyes never left me until I rode out of sight.

“Do you think the young mortal suspects what we truly are?”

“Nonsense Death, he is merely curious about strangers in a small town.  The others are too, but just too scared to say anything.”

He was probably right, but I figured maybe a little intervention might shed some light.  The next morning when I left the inn, I saw the boy standing in front of the General Store.  He turned away when I made eye contact, but looked back pretty quickly.  I gave a wave to come over and after a moment of consideration, came over.

Judging by his looks, I guessed him to be six or seven years old.  “Hello there young one.  I seem to notice you keeping watch every day.”

His eyes darted to the ground.  “Forgive me Master, I meant no ill will.  I was just keeping watch to make sure you meant no harm to the settlement at first.  We do not get many visitors and my curiosity took over.”

I smiled.  “No harm done young sir.  That is very honorable of you.”

He looked up, his eyes beaming.  “Thank you for understanding!”

“Yes, of course.  Now why do we not introduce each other?  You may call me Parson Weems.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you Master Weems.  My name is George, George Washington.”

**Present**

“You are the famous historian Parson Weems?  But how is that possible?  He, err you, wrote his biography after Washington passed away!  Martha would have known who you were!”

Oh Maggie, sweet Maggie.  “It should be easy to piece together.  Someone who wrote as extensively as I did about Washington would almost have had to been there for most of the major life events, right?”

“It makes sense, but at the same time it doesn’t.  You see my dilemma here, don’t you?”

“I do.”  Mortals were so fickle with facts.  “But you are forgetting the basis for everything.  Mortals only see and comprehend that which they can understand.  Martha would have seen what her brain told her made sense.  She would not have seen the younger man from earlier who her husband looked up to greatly.”

“But since you enlightened me, I see things for how they truly are?”

“Yep, your brain now understands the greater forces in the universe.  It still wants to question everything because it has been conditioned to, but that will fade.”

“If you two are done talking about the boring stuff, can we get back to the story?”

I gave Roxanne a pat on the leg.  “Of course dear.  Now where were we?”

**Past**

Young Washington and I became fast friends.  Even that stick in the mud Khloros took to him.  The young man was full of energy and spirit.

“Master Weems, I have meant to ask, but where did you get such a fine horse from?”

“You mean this old thing?”  Khloros wacked me in the head with his nose.  George found our antics highly amusing.  “Him and I have been partners for as long as I know.  I guess you can say he came from the family garden.”

“He is a beautiful horse.  I hope one day to have one just like him!”

“I bet you will George.  If you put your heart and mind into everything with the passion you do, you could rule the world.”

The settlement bell started to ring.  Sunset was closing in.  “It looks like it is time for you to head home young man.”

“Yeah, father will not like it if I am home after sunset.”

We got up and I led him to the door on the inn.  Looking down, I could see he was upset at something.  “Is there something wrong?”  He shook his head no, but I didn’t believe him.  “Come now Master Washington, you can tell your friend.”

“My brother Lawrence just received his first pistol.  I know I am much too young for one, but…”  His words trailed off.

“I understand the feeling, of others having something you desire.  Fear not Master Washington, fortune lies with you I think.”

With a last wave, he ran off towards his estate at the far end of the settlement.  I made my way over to Khloros, who had been giving me the “we need to talk” look.

“What did I do now?”

“Do not get me wrong, I enjoy the child’s company, Parson,” he added heavy sarcasm to my alias, “but what is your interest in the child?  Do we not have better things to do?”

“Call it intuition old friend, but I think young George is destined for great things.”

“Since when is premonition is your range of power?”

I looked off into the distance.  “I am truly shocked that you do not see it.”

“What am I supposed to be seeing exactly?”

I can’t believe I picked up something he didn’t.  “His eyes, every so often they glow with the soft light of Heaven.  He has been touched by the folks upstairs.”

Khloros breathed out hard, kicking up the dust from the street and getting it into my eyes.  “If that is true, the young man could be in danger if downstairs hears of this!”

Coughing and rubbing my eyes, “I know!  Why do you think I have been keeping watch?”

“He needs a weapon.”

“Apparently he has eyes for those pistols.  Talk about the downfall of civilization.  Whatever happened to gold old fashioned blades and skill?”

It was dark out now and most of the settlement was in for the night.  I took untied Khloros and hopped on.

“Let us go to the forest, I have an idea.”

We traveled in quite a ways until I was sure no one would stumble upon us.  Removing Leviathan from its resting place, I fully formed the scythe.

“You are not going to make the boy anything that dangerous are you?”

I twirled Leviathan around for a minute; it had been a few months since it had seen any action.  “While I am partial to this sort of weapon, I highly doubt he parents would approve.  We need something that comes across as practical.”

“I saw some of the men in the settlement carrying axes.  That would probably good for the area with the amount of trees so close by.”

“That is an excellent suggestion.  Let me see what I can do here.”

I found a solid limb on a nearby tree and removed it.  It was tedious work, but I molded the limb into a very nice handle.  Next up was the head of the axe and for that we would need metal.

Raising Leviathan high, I sheared into the ground and split the earth open.  I continued to allow the ground to split until I found what I was looking for, an iron vein.  Taking what I needed, I came back to the surface and closed the gap I had created.

It took another few hours, but as the moon was high in the night sky, I had finished shaping the axe head.  Putting it on the handle and sealing it with my magic, the weapon glowed for a moment before returning to normal.

“It is done.  Let us go back to the inn.”

The following morning, when the sun just peaked above the horizon, I made my way to the Washington estate.  George had introduced his father to me in passing on the second day after our initial meeting.  A pleasant man, I hadn’t really spoken to him since.

He saw me approach and waved!  “Master Parson, what do I owe this early morning visit?”

“I hope I am not overstepping my bounds Master Augustine, but I am here to give George this.”  I opened the cloth I wrapped the axe in to show him.  “But only if you approve.”

His eyes were big as he took the axe in.  “That is a finely crafted piece sir.  I am humbled by your offer of generosity to my son.  Are you sure you want to part with something so valuable?”

“Your son has shown me more kindness than I have seen in quite some time.  This is just a token to show my appreciation.  Trinkets come and go, but friendships last a lifetime.”

He reached out to shake my hand.  “Well said Master Parson.  Let me go get George, as he will be very excited to see this.”

As Augustine left to fetch his son, I looked up and towards the tree at the edge of his estate.  Sure enough an angel was watching me.  I winked in his direction and he gave me a look before he disappeared.  Shortly after, Augustine returned with George.

“Hello George, a fine morning is it not?”

“Yes it is!  Father said you came here to see me?”

“I did.  I have something for you.”  I unwrapped the axe again and the light behind his eyes flashed brightly, albeit just for a second.

“This is for me?”  I nodded and handed it to him.  “I do not know what to say besides thank you!”

The young man came forward and gave me a hug.  I didn’t know how to react, so I just went with it.  “You are welcome of course.  Take care of this as it is a one of a kind item, okay?”

“I will guard it with my life!  This is an axe to be proud of!”