V.J. Chambers - Jason&Azazel Apocalypse 01 (5 page)

The crickets were still chirping somewhere in the distance. Now, I couldn’t sleep.

I used to wake up screaming from the dreams, but I’d trained myself not to. I did the best I could to wake myself up before they got really bad. That dream had more to it. I’d dreamed it before.

Sometimes, if I let it go on, little Jenna’s dead body would chase me through the house, begging me to save her.

I threw aside my blankets and quietly dressed in the dark. I would go for a walk. Columbus was a small town, but maybe it had a drug store or a pharmacy. I hadn’t been able to stop at one on the way to Columbus, because Kieran was with me, and I didn’t want him to know.

I managed to make it out of the church without colliding with anything in the dark or making a lot of noise. Once outside, I stood in cool night air, breathing deeply to calm my racing pulse and letting my eyes adjust to the dark. Gradually, the street ahead of me became something other than unidentifiable black blobs. I was able to see that there were a few buildings down the street, one with a sign that I couldn’t read.

I set out down the silent road.

Upon further inspection, I could see that the building was actually a car garage or something. It wouldn’t have what I needed. But across the road was a store that had an ice container in front, the white letters were peeling, but still recognizable and gleaming in the moonlight. Ice meant a convenience store. A convenience store meant over-the-counter medicine and condoms. They might have what I was looking for there. It was a small town. Would women really drive all the way to another town to buy these if they needed them?

The door to the convenience store was locked, so I busted one of the windows with a rock and reached inside to unlock it. I couldn’t believe no one had rooted through this place before.

Inside, however, I realized I must have been wrong. Many of the shelves were cleared out.

People had been through here all right. But someone had still locked the door. Had the owner of the store simply let people in? Hadn’t there been looting here? There had been looting everywhere else.

I found the aisle with the ibuprofen, maxi pads, and Nyquil. If they had it, it would be here. Most of the medicine was still on the shelves. I searched through it three times, hoping maybe they were hidden behind something else, or that I’d just missed them the first time through. But no.

There were no home pregnancy tests. None, and my period was a week late, and I’d slept with Kieran three weeks ago.

I sat down on the concrete floor of the store. I didn’t care that it was filthy or cold. I just sat there for a while. I couldn’t be pregnant, could I? I didn’t want to be pregnant.

Maybe someday, yeah, it would be nice, or at least it would have been if the lights hadn’t gone out. I could have seen myself, in five years or so, married to a nice guy, working a steady job, begging him to go out and get me pickles and ice cream or something. But not now. Not in this messed up, destroyed world. And not with a man I’d only had sex with because I was drunk and scared and lonely. It couldn’t be true.

* * *

I’d gotten used to thinking of them as the Order of the Fly a long time ago. Old habits died hard.

When I accidentally convinced all the members of the Sons of the Rising Sun to commit suicide, I had no idea what kind of effect this would have on the world. The Sons were an influential bunch. Their membership extended not only to the slavishly devoted Brothers, who were a cross between monks and James Bond (and, incidentally was what Hallam had been), but to rich and influential men all over the world. The upshot of this was that when they all killed themselves, over three quarters of the world’s governing members were suddenly gone. Heads of corporations were dead. Certain influential journalists were dead. It was truly an event that brought the world to its knees. And it was my fault. Oops.

Afterwards, theories abounded. Terrorism. A widespread suicide pact. But the one that was the most popular by far was the theory that this was a sign. The end of the world was coming.

The Order of the Fly didn’t think the world was coming to an end. They thought this was a sign that their time had come. The OF had long been aware of the Sons, since the Sons had swindled them out of a great deal of money back in the 1800s, when they were just another new-agey type order floating around, trying to do magic. The difference was, that unlike the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn (that people like Aleister Crowley and W. B. Yeats were members of) the people in the OF really could do magic. The Sons sensed their power as a threat, and squelched them.

I came in contact with the OF right after the mass suicide. A woman named Agnes, who had been a bit of a mentor to me in Italy, put me in touch with them. They were supposed to be able to help me learn to use my powers.

The Order of the Fly was busy trying to get its people elected into as many government positions as they could, and they succeeded in having enough to essentially overtake the U.S. government.

This didn’t bug me too much. Overall, the OF was made up of good people. Not all could do magic, but all believed in tolerance, fair-thinking, and being open-minded.

There were some people in the country who it did bug, though. To them, the Order of the Fly sounded Satanic. Having been raised by Satanists, I knew they were way off base, but one girl can’t change the mind of half the country. Things were getting pretty bad before the lights went out. There weren’t just protests and walk-outs. Things like bombs and shoot-outs were happening. It was like America was turning into Ireland.

Maybe it was like Jason said. Now that the lights were out, the people on the other side of the country had decided to let the OF fend for itself. But I hoped not. I really hoped not.

On the radio, Hallam’s immediate superior, Phillips, was talking. His voice sounded flat and staticky. “I thought you had the ringleader captured. Over.”

“He escaped,” Hallam said. “Over.”

“Can’t you capture him again, over?” Phillips asked.

“If I might add something?” I asked.

“Go ahead,” said Phillips. “Over.”

“Jason allowed himself to be captured and allowed himself to stay captured. He could have escaped at any time, but he didn’t. He was toying with us. He’s quite skilled, and the force we have here isn’t capable of taking him down,” I said. “I suggest we do nothing more than go in covertly and get the scouting mission out, then break camp and try to go around him.” I paused.

“Uh, over.”

Phillips didn’t answer for a while. Finally, he said, through the static, “That’s a negative Wakefield team. We’d like you to hold your position and take no offensive action. Over.”

“But our team is being tortured,” Hallam said.

“Junkin’s group to the north of you is making good progress. They may be able to get across the river within a week or so. If we can get them across, then we’ll be in a better position. Until then, I don’t want to risk the safety of the remainder of your group on trying to rescue a few. If this ringleader is as dangerous as you say, it doesn’t seem wise at this juncture. Over.”

Hallam argued with Phillips a little more, but Phillips wasn’t budging. Our orders were to wait it out. To do nothing. There was no word on Kieran and I. We weren’t told to report back south, and I didn’t bring it up. I needed to get my hands on that grimoire. As long as there was some chance I could get to it, I was staying.

Finally, Hallam ended contact with Phillips. “I can’t believe this. My people are being tortured, and I’ve been ordered to do nothing about it.” He stood up and kicked the metal folding chair he’d been sitting on. It fell over with a clatter.

Marlena rushed to him. “Hallam, calm down,” she said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

It was nice watching the two of them. They comforted each other. They were there for each other. Of the three couples that had lived in my grandmother’s mansion, they were the only one that was still together. I could see why. They were a team.

Hallam took Marlena by the shoulders. “They count on me,” he said. “They won’t expect to just be left there.”

She put a hand on his cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“We could just go anyway,” I said. “That grimoire is with the Lily person you mentioned and—”

Hallam pushed Marlena aside and stared down at me. “You and that wretched book. There are people there. People who are losing pieces of their bodies. Besides, if she were captured, I’m sure the last thing she was worried about was that book. The Key of Asher is probably lying on the ground somewhere in the woods.”

I stood up. “You don’t think the book is there?”

“I highly doubt it.”

Well, then. Maybe I didn’t need to be so gung-ho about breaking into Jason’s camp.

“Do you even care about those people, Azazel?” Hallam asked.

“Of course I do,” I said. But I needed to think. Was there any way I could find the Key of Asher, if I searched for it? Maybe we could retrace the scouting party’s steps and figure out where exactly they were taken.

“I don’t think you do,” said Hallam, and the way he looked at me hurt. He looked disgusted.

“Yesterday, Kieran was saying that Jason was sociopathic, but are you any different? You’re both the same.”

“Hey,” said Kieran, standing up. “She’s concerned, okay? But we have our orders.”

“They didn’t give you orders,” said Hallam. “Just me.”

“I just need to find the grimoire, Hallam,” I said softly. “It’s important. Of course, if you’d like to assemble some people to break into Jason’s camp and look—”

“Why risk lives, when you could end this in seconds?” Hallam’s nostrils flared.

Marlena put her hand on Hallam’s shoulder again. “Hallam, it’s okay.”

“It’s not,” said Hallam. “Azazel, you could stand right here and make all of them crazy or make all of them want to throw themselves in the river. All of those locals Jason has working for him.

It would be over.”

I looked down at the ground. “I can’t.”

Marlena peered around Hallam. “Why can’t you?”

Kieran raised his eyebrows questioningly.

“There are consequences to using this kind of power,” I said. “It always turns out worse.”

Marlena stepped forward, taking my hand. “You can’t still blame yourself about Jenna, can you, Azazel?”

I shook her off. “It was my fault. When I use the magic, something bad always happens. I won’t use it again. I won’t.” And then, I turned on my heel and left the room.

* * *

September 2009

Jason pulled the car up to the curb of the Order of the Fly’s campaign headquarters. The
building was nothing exciting—three stories of boring brick and square windows. On the lawn,
there were six or eight people picketing. They held signs that said things like, “Get the Witches
out of the Whitehouse” and “Hocus Pocus and Foreign Policy Don’t Mix.” They looked pissed
off.

I opened the passenger side door and put one foot on the asphalt.

“Sure you don’t want me to come in with you?” Jason asked.

“I’m fine,” I said. The picketers were always outside the building. I leaned across the car and
kissed his mouth. “Pick me up in an hour?”

“You got it,” he said.

I made my way inside amidst shouts of, “Witch” and “Nutso” and “Communist.” The picketers
didn’t exactly always make a lot of sense, but they were part of life these days. Not a day went by
that the news wasn’t covering a demonstration or hosting a debate between OF supporters and
the Christian right.

Once indoors, I knew my way around. This was my fourth session with Lucy, a psychic who was
able to gauge when I was able to access my power. I hadn’t been able to manage it thus far. I
waved to the girl behind the desk. Her name was Gina or Georgia or something. She always
remembered my name, but then, my name was a little distinctive.

Lucy was waiting for me in her office, a room filled with several plush chairs, shag carpeting,
and numerous hanging houseplants. Lucy said that atmosphere was important to using magic. I
wasn’t sure I wanted to embrace that I was actually doing magic. It made me sound like a five-year-old or something.

After we exchanged greetings and made some small talk about Lucy’s kids and Jason’s health,
she asked me if I’d been working on the exercises she’d given me last week.

I flung myself into one of the plush chairs. “I’ve been trying, but nothing’s happening,” I said.

“No matter how relaxed I am, I can’t influence anyone to do anything, let alone thousands of
men all over the earth to kill themselves all at once. Are we sure I did that?”

Lucy chuckled. “Of course we’re sure. I sense enormous power whenever I’m around you.”

I sure didn’t feel like I had enormous power. I felt overwhelmed by the world. Mina, Chance’s
girlfriend, was hugely pregnant. Whenever I could, I did my best to make sure she kept off her
feet, which meant running errands for her and ordering ridiculous amounts of food for her to
eat. (No one in our house really knew how to cook.) I was just starting my first semester of
college, and I didn’t have a major yet. Everyone kept asking me what my major was, and I kept
feeling stupid. I felt so behind in all my classes, due to the fact I hadn’t really had a proper
senior year of high school. Technically, I hadn’t graduated from anywhere, even though the Sol
Solis School had issued Jason and me diplomas. There hadn’t been much left of the school, of
course, after I’d made most of the teachers kill themselves. I was ecstatic to be so close to Jason,
and to be able to have a normal relationship, but sometimes it felt like there was pressure from
all directions. A little bit of power would be nice right now. It really would.