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out one of the bottles of Pepsi. She carefully opened the top to quiet the
hiss and let the shaken bottle relieve some pressure then quickly opened it
and used it to swill out her mouth, spitting to get the taste out. Then she
capped it, put it back in the bag and listened to the night.
There was shouting from inside the hotel and she could see flashlights up on
the second floor. None of the words were coherent but she thought she
recognized the voice of Deputy Mondaine.
Big surprise there.
It was definitely time to get out of town. The problem waswheels .
She walked quickly to the edge of the swamp and rubbed mud on her running
shoes, wiping her hands off on the grass. Then she picked up a twig by feel
and slid it into the barrel of the gun to check that it was clear. It was.
That done she hoisted the rifle into a tactical position, butt by her
shoulder, barrel down, and headed west, away from the voices. She wasn't sure
what was to the west, but it had to be better than this place.
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Chapter Seven
Kelly awoke to screaming.
He had the worst headache of his life, like a pounding hammer in his head,
and the screams were making it worse. But he couldn't blame Dolores, he'd be
screaming too.
He was in the nave of the old church, handcuffed and, from the feel of it,
somehow shackled to the floor. The floor of the back of the nave had been
removed, revealing an empty hole and, from the sounds of it, water. Apparently
at one point the church had been built out over the swamp and for some reason
the current group of madmen had opened it up.
There was a low wooden altar in front of him with Carlane standing in front
of it, wearing black robes with green symbols on them, his hands raised above
his head and chanting in some strange language. On the far side an
old-fashioned whipping post had been erected and Dolores was chained to it,
hands overhead, with two men wearing robes were working her over, in turn,
with a set of cat-o-nine-tails. Each time the hard-swung leather thongs
touched her flesh she let out a scream. There was blood running down her back
and over her legs.
There were three other men in robes flanking Carlane, their heads bowed,
chanting a low, monotonic response, and a group of worshippers, about twenty,
down in the main area of the church, were waving their hands overhead and
repeating the response.
"Agathalu Almadu!" Carlane chanted. "Asertu Almadu! Thagomod Tthu!"
"Asertu Almadu!" the robed figures chanted with the worshippers repeating.
"Souls for you, Almadu!" Carlane said. "Come to us, Almadu! Bring us to
power!"
"Asertu Almadu!"
The nave was lit with candles and Kelly shook his head, trying to believe he
was imagining the scene. But the screams were real, and the crack of the whips
in flesh.
"Feel the pain, Lord Almadu!" Carlane shouted. "Calling to you, Lord Almadu!
Pain for you, Lord Almadu! Give to us thepower !"
"Asertu, Almadu!"
"He comes!" Carlane shouted, throwing his arms wide and his head up as if
struck by something invisible. "Bring Her!" he said in a deeper tone.
The hooker was unshackled quickly, falling to her knees in weakness, but the
two men with whips expertly hoisted her up and dragged her to the altar. Then,
as the other three joined them four of them grasped her arms and legs, the
fifth pulled up his robes and roughly mounted her. Dolores barely let out a
whimper until her body began to rock against the hard wood, rubbing her
lacerated back against it and eliciting a weak shriek of pain.
"We prepare her, Lord Almadu!" Carlane shouted. "Come to us, Lord Almadu!
Asertu, Lord Almadu!"
"Asertu, Almadu!"
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One by one the men mounted the hooker, changing off to hold one of her wrists
or ankles. Kelly, his mind professionally analyzing the scene while
simultaneously being horrified by it, noted that that was five of the six
rapists. He was fully aware that he'd found the answer to the Ripper case. All
he had to do was wait to find out who the actual killer was and who the sixth
rapist was. Not that it really mattered, every single person in the building
was an accessory in fact and all five of the rapists would be tried as if they
were the murderer with all the rest probably getting life sentences. And
Carlane, of course, was going to the chair.
Assuming that anybody found out about this and lived. Since he was pretty
sure he was a dead man. He really didn't want to be raped, though.
"Fthagna!" Carlane shouted. "He comes for his sacrifice! The master comes!"
The fifth acolyte quickly pumped to a finish and got off the moaning woman as
the water in the opening began to boil. Kelly lifted himself up to get a
better look and then wished that he hadn't.
He told himself that he was not going insane but he really wanted to. The
thing rising up out of the water was nightmare. His mind kept trying to put a
definitive stamp on it, compare it to something that it found familiar, but it
was too strange. A fish face, with glittering, glowing green eyes that were
alive with malicious intelligence. Gill fringe, a line of raised dorsal
spines, connected by webbing. Tentacles around the mouth. Huge, human-like,
arms with broad hands and webbed, taloned fingers. It was monstrous, the
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