Damned and Cursed (Book 6): Broken Home (11 page)

Including her husband.

She let out a sigh as she searched the office, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon.
 
An old Bible sat on the corner of the desk, but she couldn't imagine defending herself with the good book.
 
A picture of Jesus Christ adorned the wall.
 
Perhaps she could break the glass frame and use it, although she'd probably cut herself as well.

"What are you doing, Mom?" Sarah asked.

"I'll need the key to those cuffs.
 
I'm going to go get it."

She searched the desk, and an old wooden cross sat in the top drawer.
 
Gripping it tight, she practiced a few downward thrusts.
 
It was better than nothing.

"Mommy," Elizabeth said, her voice breaking.

Janet looked down to see her youngest bawling.
 
She didn't have much time, but she leaned down and hugged her.

"Awww, baby.
 
Don't worry.
 
It will be okay.
 
I'll be back in just a few minutes."

"I love you, Mommy."

She squeezed tighter.
 
"I love you, too."
 
She hugged Sarah as well and put a hand on Mark's shoulder.
 
"You take care of each other.
 
Okay?
 
I'll be right back."

Something dawned on Janet as she approached the door leading back to the hall.

It was quiet.

There was still noise.
 
She could hear movement, and what sounded liked quiet chanting.
 
But the screams were gone.

Opening the door, she wasn't ready for what lay before her.
 
It was the stuff of nightmares.

The walls of the church were caked with crimson and gore.
 
A motionless body lay near her feet.
 
She recognized Derek, from the steel mill.
 
He apparently thought he'd find refuge in the office, but didn't make it.
 
He lay on his back, looking up at Janet with lifeless eyes.
 

Dead bodies were in various positions throughout the church.
 
One was folded in half on top of a pew.
 
Another was slumped upside down against the wall.
 
There were more dead than alive, with several people writhing on the floor in agony.
 
Catherine, from the pharmacy, moaned in the center aisle as her left eye hung from its socket.

Byron had someone pinned on one of the pews.
 
His hands were wrapped around the man's throat, and it wasn't witnessing the act of murder that terrified Janet so much.
 
It was the expression on Byron's face.

He was so calm.

Janet saw movement to her right.
 
Throughout the horror, the carnage, Ed still sat on his knees near the front.
 
The goat was dead, its throat slit.
 
Byron's cup was full of blood.
 
She thought he would grab it and suddenly take a drink, but he only continued to pray over it.

She stepped forward, and her foot found a puddle of blood.
 
It pulled at her shoe, and it took a bit of effort to take another step.
 
Glancing down the first pew, she looked for Frank.
 
Most everyone still wore their robe, making identifying the sheriff difficult.
 
Finally, about halfway through the hall, she saw a man lying motionless on his side, holding a gun.
 
She recognized Frank's bald head.

Carefully, she made her way down the pew.
 
Byron continued strangling his victim.
 
From her angle, Janet could only see the victim's hands, grasping at Byron's shoulders.
 
He didn't stop, didn't show any mercy.

She leaned down as far as she could as she hovered over Frank.
 
It was a struggle to push his robe out of the way.
 
Frank still wore his police uniform.
 
Janet was horrified at the thought of Frank doing his job, protecting town, and then arriving at the church immediately after to participate in the debauchery around them.

The sheriff had a belt with several pouches, along with several pockets in his trousers.
 
Where would he keep the key to his handcuffs?
 

Her hand was nearly to the first pouch when the sheriff spun.
 
He looked up at her with panic in his eyes.
 
His nose was broken, and he was missing a tooth.
 
But he was very much alive.

"S-Sheriff—"

Frank reached out and grabbed her wrist.
 
He pulled hard, throwing her off balance, and jumped to his feet.
 
Janet tried to run, but he slammed the grip of his gun into the back of her neck.
 
The world was moving for a moment, as dizziness attacked her.
 
Frank locked her left arm behind her and shoved the gun to her head.
 
Janet froze in place when she felt the cold barrel to her temple.

"Stop!" Frank shouted.

Byron looked up.
 
He had finished strangling his victim, and wiped the back of his wrist across his brow.
 
A trail of blood remained.
 
Reaching down, he grabbed a knife from the pew.
 
The blade looked like it had human flesh on it.
 
Ed continued to mumble and pray not far behind him.

"Stop?" Byron said.
 
"Or you'll shoot me?
 
Sheriff, I think we both know now how far shooting me will get you."

"No."
 
Janet flinched when Frank nudged her head with the barrel of the gun.
 
"I'll kill her."

Byron laughed so hard he had to lean on the pew to keep upright.
 
Janet wasn't sure what was more terrifying.
 
The horrific scene surrounding her, or the sight of a man completely unaffected by it, laughing.

His gaze focused on Frank, the smile gone.
 
Janet felt Frank's hand trembling.

"Do you really think putting a gun to that woman's head is going to
save
you?
 
I'll kill her myself, just to get to you."

Frank's voice cracked.
 
"You're bluffing!
 
I-I mean it!"

"I know you do, tiny mortal."
 
Byron regarded the church hall, as if he were admiring his work.
 
"You know what's ironic?
 
You gathered your buddies here to summon something dark.
 
You accomplished exactly that, although probably not what you expected.
 
You'll be dead in just a few minutes.
 
Do you
know
that?
 
Do mortals
sense
when their end is coming?"

A gust of wind suddenly blew through the church, blowing out several candles.
 
The air became heavy, oppressive.
 
Frank sensed it too, as he grabbed Janet tighter, sending a bolt of pain up her arm.

Ed's praying grew louder, more intense.

Different spots on the walls around them grew darker.
 
The darkness spread, like growing mold.
 
The hair stood up on the back of Janet's neck as a low, guttural moan moved through the church.
 
It was unlike anything she'd heard in her life.

Byron only smiled.

"Well, how about that?"
 
He moved closer to Ed, who was still oblivious to the world around him.
 
"Looks like this clown actually found a demonic gateway.
 
And I'm not helping any, decorating this place with your guts.
 
Oh well, Ed.
 
You gave it your best shot."

Byron kicked over the cup.
 
The blood spilled and pooled around Ed's knees, along with the head of the goat.
 
The darkness on the walls retreated into itself.
 
The moaning stopped, and the air felt lighter.

Only then did Ed finally open his eyes.

"What happened?" he asked.
 
"I…I
felt
them.
 
They were coming."

He jumped to his feet, confusion and sadness in his eyes.
 
After taking in the massacre, his gaze focused on Byron.

"You…killed
all
of them?
 
All my friends?"

"I tried.
 
I think I saw a few smart ones heading for the door, but I got most of them."
 
Byron rubbed his hands together, excited.
 
"Except for you and the lawman here.
 
Which I'll fix shortly."

Byron cocked the knife near his ear.
 
Ed stepped back, nearly stumbling over his robe.
 
Janet reached out, but Frank held her in place.

"No!" Janet shouted.
 
"Stop!"

She was surprised when Byron actually did so.
 
Glancing back over his shoulder, he flashed Janet a look of curiosity.

"Stop?
 
Why?"

"Janet?" Ed asked, seeing her for the first time.
 
"What are you doing here?
 
Oh God, you're not supposed to be a part of this."

Byron laughed to himself.
 
"Now
he wants to bring God into it."

"Well, I am a part of it.
 
Me, and the girls.
 
We're a very big fucking part of this!"

"I did this for us!" Ed said.
 
"I know you don't understand, and I would have explained it to you, after it was all over—"

"After
what
was all over?
 
After you chanted some more and killed a goat?"

"Frank, get that gun away from her!
 
That's my wife!"

For a moment, Janet thought she recognized the man she'd married.

"Ed, I…."
 
Frank couldn't find the words.
 
"I just want to live."

"Look at what you did to our kids!" Janet shouted.
 
"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I had to, honey.
 
I didn't hurt them, I promise.
 
This was something I had to do.
 
It's about power.
 
We were never going to have to worry about anything again."
 
Ed glared at Byron.
 
"This is all your fault.
 
You ruined everything!"

Ed's expression turned into an unrecognizable mess.
 
Rage and pain, mixed with hate.
 
He raised the knife and charged Byron.
 
Byron stepped to the side, avoiding the clumsy attack, and stabbed Ed in the shoulder.
 
He fell to the floor, his chin slamming the nearby pew.

Frank moved the gun from Janet to Byron, wanting to take one last shot.

Janet reached back and grabbed Frank's testicles, like she'd done earlier with Byron.
 
Frank's reaction was far different.
 
The sheriff howled and released her.
 
A shot rang out, which buzzed Byron's head and struck the wall behind him.
 
She grabbed Frank's arm and bit down.
 
Her teeth clenched together as she tasted blood.
 
Frank tried to attack her with his free hand.
 
He'd hit her twice before something cut the air next to Janet's head.
 
Frank went still, the fight completely leaving him.
 
He fell at her feet, and Janet looked down to see a knife protruding from Frank's eye, his mouth open.
 
Janet had to lean against the pew in front of her to steady her knees.

The church was quiet, except for the flickering of the candles.
 
She wanted to believe that was a good thing, but she didn't know what to believe anymore.

Byron stood over Ed, an amused smile on his face.
 
Turning his back, he walked over to his cup, still laying on its side on the floor.
 
He held it upside down to let the remaining blood drain from it.

"He's alive," he said, standing over Ed once again.
 
"You're right.
 
Once you divorce him, take everything he has, he gets fucked in the ass in prison a few times…he'll wish he was dead."

Janet wasn't sure if she should thank him or not.

"T-Thank—"

"Don't thank me," he interrupted.
 
"You don't know where I was aiming."

Her senses returned to her.
 
Dropping down to her knees, she searched Frank's body while trying not to look at the knife sticking out of his face.
 
Byron said nothing else.
 
He simply watched her while admiring his cup.

She found the key in one of his belt pockets.
 
Her legs never moved quicker as she ran back to the office.
 
The children perked up.

"Mommy!" Elizabeth asked.
 
"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said, hugging both of them.
 
"Let's get out of here."

"We heard some weird noises," Sarah said.
 
"Were they…monsters?"

Janet froze for a moment and met Sarah's gaze.
 
That was a very good question.

She freed Elizabeth, and the girl immediately threw her arms around her mother's neck.
 
Gently setting her aside, Janet reached for Sarah's wrist.

"Mrs. Fields, can you move your head?" Mark asked.
 
"I want to see the dead bodies."

Janet glared at Mark, not quite believing her ears.
 
Mark stood up as far as the handcuffs would allow, trying to peer over Janet's head.
 
There was only curiosity in his eyes.