Ragged Edge
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Sean Gryphon has fought demons, werewolves, and other monsters that would give most people Lovecraftian nightmares without a second thought. He’s tired of fighting, tired of killing, and most of all tired of protecting the human race when they seem intent on destroying themselves.
Sometimes life throws you a curveball. For Sean that curveball comes in the form of an ancient manuscript and the woman who found it. The document holds the secret to opening a gateway to Hell on Earth. Dr. Ilsy Hillerman holds the text and a few secrets of her own.
What should have been a simple job of protecting one person changes Sean’s life in ways he never imagined. Sometimes, dying is the best option.
Dustyn McCormick
Dustyn McCormick lives in Topeka, Kansas, where he has lived most of his life. He collects books on and studies military history, pirates, the paranormal, and any other subject that doesn’t serve a useful function. He and his wife have four children, two dogs, a cat, and two lizards. Dustyn ran a paranormal investigation group for ten years and traveled the U.S. investigating homes and historical locations including one Civil War battleground. Dustyn has spent time attempting to perfect a pirate accent with which he annoys his wife on International Talk like a Pirate Day.
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Ragged Edge - Dustyn McCormick
RAGGED EDGE
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Dustyn McCormick
Copyright © 2016 by Dustyn McCormick
All rights reserved.
Cover design by: Shaun Clifford
Edited by: P.J. Graham
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Dustyn McCormick
website at www.DustynMcCormick.com
First Printing: November 2016
Spellhawks Press
www.Spellhawks.wordpress.com
ISBN: 0692803386
ISBN-13: 978-0-692-80338-7
Dedicated to:
Kelly, Jordan, Adela, Mac, and Keegyn
My Mom Karen, and Sister Wyndi
Mr. Brian Luther
Acknowledgements
So many people were involved in making this book possible there is no way I can thank all of them. That being said I’m going to try.
Allen Childers, he pushed and prodded and really lit the fire for me to publish this.
Toby Halverson, you know why, and hey twenty bucks is twenty bucks right?
I’d like to thank Jerry and Brandy Saulsbury. Jerry has been a great friend for many years and Brandy is one of my favorite test readers. She was a real trooper reading this chapter-by-chapter as it was written.
Clint and Michelle Hubler. You guys have always been there when I needed you and through some really bad times.
Sasha Kaplunenko, You’ve enriched my life in so many ways.
Ben Bills a great friend, and the inspiration for one of my favorite characters.
My writing group partners in Table for Eight.
Don and Glenda Leftwich
My Donors: Scott, Kelly, Kaitlyn, and Timothy Smith, Lenny Mannis, Allen Childers, Polina Tatrinova, James Cummings, Thomas Boaz.
All of you have helped make this dream possible and this book would not exist without your help. I will never be able to thank any of you enough. If I left someone out I am truly sorry and thank you all the same.
Finally, I have to thank my wife Kelly. She believed in me when nobody else did. Listened to me as I talked about the book almost non-stop while writing it and helped me through all the stress of the publishing process, refusing to let me quit the many times I wanted to. I love you Babydoll.
A very special thanks to you the reader.
In Memory of
Elbert Mac
McCormick – Dad
Mike Lebbert – Friend
Chapter 1
You don’t actually lay on a psychologist’s couch. I mean you can if you want but usually you just sit there, face to face, with someone that’s trying to understand what is going on in your head. It’s intimidating the first few times, then you get use to it and sometimes, for fun, mess with the headshrinker.
I wasn’t having fun. My shrink likes sounding smarter than he is. He’s full of nonsense phrases like I see
and that seems only natural
and, my personal favorite, I understand.
When he uses those phrases I want to reach out and break his nose then ask him if he still sees and understands and how natural does it feel. I haven’t done it. Yet.
My shrink has me classified as functionally deranged,
meaning I’m delusional but not a danger to myself or to society as a whole. He’s wrong of course, I’m not delusional and I can be, oh, so very dangerous. Sure, he didn’t believe me when I told him what I am, and he doesn’t believe some of the things that I say I do, but that’s not important. It’s just important to have someone I can talk to about the ragged edges of my life.
Those ragged edges, everyone has them, some people notice them, and most don’t. Those are the edges where the reality you think exists clashes against the edges of the reality that truly exists. Seeing shadows out of the corner of your eye, strange lights in the sky, and hearing voices with no one around to produce them. Those are the edges people try to ignore, pass off as hallucinations or mental illness. The problem however, is that they are real.
Those edges brought me to this shrink. I have friends I could’ve talked to but I didn’t want them thinking I was nuts, or worse, turn their backs on me. Dr. Johnson had become my closest confidant. I could tell him whatever I wanted with no worries about what he thought of me. Most of the time he didn’t believe me anyway.
So that’s how I ended up here, sitting on his squishy leather couch, looking at the books on his walls. Most of them were real but some only looked like books. He sat in a leather armchair across from me; a mahogany coffee table represented the neutral territory between us, decorated with just two cups of warm tea. He asked me how I was doing. He didn’t mean just today of course.
I had the dream again,
I told him a neutral voice.
Which dream?
he said, trying to sound like he cared.
The one with the cabin. I always go back to the cabin.
I see.
Already with the clichés.
It’s just a plain log cabin; it sits in a clearing in the woods. In my dream, I was walking a path in the woods and came upon the cabin. It felt like I meant to go there, but once I found it I didn’t want to go in.
Why not?
I knew there was something waiting for me inside. Something I didn’t want to see.
What was waiting for you?
I didn’t see it. The door was shut.
Have you ever seen this cabin while awake?
He sounded bored. He wasn’t paying attention. That’s why he made a good confidant, I could tell him anything and he probably wouldn’t remember it.
Yes, I have. It looks like the cabin my grandfather owned. I use to spend my summers there when I was a kid.
I see. Have you been thinking about your grandfather a lot?
Not much. I haven’t seen him in years. When I got older I didn’t visit him anymore.
That seems natural; you became a teenager and had other things you thought were more important.
I liked how he assumed I was like everyone else. I stopped visiting because I wasn’t allowed to see him anymore. I didn’t tell him that though because then I’d have to explain why I wasn’t allowed, He’d see the reason as more proof of my derangement and try to mess with the medication he thought I was taking.
I know inside the cabin that death is waiting for me, and birth.
That raised his eyebrows. I think I surprised him.
How could you know that if you couldn’t see inside the cabin?
Intuition. It was a gut feeling. That’s why I didn’t want to go inside.
How can death and birth be waiting for you?
One always accompanies the other, doctor. You should know that.
I sounded more sarcastic than I meant to. Honestly though, sometimes these doctors surprise me with their ignorance.
I see.
The short balding doctor was trying my patience today. Whenever confronted with something he didn’t understand he always replied with I see.
It was damned annoying.
Anyway that was my dream. I stood outside this cabin being overwhelmed by fear...
Of death?
Or life.
Life?
That’s what birth is right? It’s life beginning; death is life ending. So maybe I was just scared of life.
Do you think you’re scared of life?
Why should I be afraid of life, doc? I’m living it, aren’t I?
He slowly leaned forward and took a sip of tea, and I studied him closely. Dr. Johnson didn’t look healthy. His complexion was paler than usual, more of his hair had fallen out, and his beard wasn’t as meticulously trimmed as usual. The smell of fear rose from him like a wave. Not fear of me, he considered me a harmless delusional. It was a quiet fear, a constant nagging worry.
What about you, doc? Are you living life?
He sputtered, almost choking on his tea.
I’m alive, aren’t I?
Are you really?
I don’t understand what you mean.
I see,
I said with a slight chuckle. Well, doc, what I mean to say is what is wrong with you? You seem distracted.
Don’t be silly, I’m listening to every word.
You’re hearing them yes, but you are distracted.
My voice came out low and filled with concern. The kind of voice you use when consoling loved ones.
I was just thinking about my wife.
What about her, Mark?
He didn’t notice my use of his first name. He was really distracted.
I’ve been thinking about cheating on her.
His voice cracked.
Why would you think about that?
She’s been distant and withdrawn lately, and my secretary… I want my secretary.
I’d seen his secretary, and she was definitely attractive in an overdone, made with plastic kind of way. She had dark hair, blue eyes, and a nice figure. Then again, I’ve seen pictures of his wife. I think he had the better deal with his wife.
Do you really, Mark?
This isn’t the first time I’ve switched roles with Mark. He never remembered afterwards, which is a bit of a blessing. For me to help him I had to expose my true self and I didn’t want him to see that.
I don’t know. I don’t want to hurt her, but I feel like I can’t control this thing inside me that wants Jezel,
he said. He gazed at his hands clasped in his lap. He didn’t notice that I was standing. He started rambling about his long hours, and thinking about Jezel most of the night. I let him talk and filled in my parts of the conversation with encouragement. His hands held his gaze while I removed my jacket. If he looked up now he wouldn’t be able to see me. His mind would tell him that a bright glare of sunshine coming in the window made me appear strange for a moment. His subconscious would know what he saw, but he wouldn’t believe it.
I slowly walked around and stood behind him, the sounds of the city around us muted. If he turned and saw me now he would probably faint. Most people do. I hit the intercom button on his desk that would summon Jezel. My instincts told me this sudden infatuation wasn’t entirely normal, and I had to find out.
She sashayed into the office, bedroom eyes fixed on me.
You called?
she purred. My hormones sprang to life, everything in me wanted this woman right now. I fought the urge and fixed a firm frown on my face.
Succubus,
I said.
You figured me out? How excitingly lovely,
she said, licking her lips and stepping closer to me.
To be honest I should’ve picked up on her sooner. A succubus was a demon that seduces her prey and then feeds on his or her life force. This wasn’t something I wanted affecting my doc. I mean, he isn’t the greatest shrink on the planet but he was my shrink. While giving the doc affirmative sounds urging him to keep talking I moved around the desk.
Leave, demon, now,
I growled. Fighting in the doc’s office wasn’t on the top of my to-do list, but maybe a stern warning would do the trick.
And miss out on the delicious doctor? Surely you kid,
she said, moving closer to me. She moved with a seductive feline grace, showing off her curves and trying to draw the attention of my eyes and, well, other parts of me also.
Leave now and you live. This is my human,
I said. Wings sprouted from my back and flames danced around my fingertips. She paused in her approach.
Aww, the big mean guy doesn’t want me to hurt his pet human. How cute.
Watching her mouth move brought all sorts of thoughts to my mind. I pushed them away as best I could.
Last warning, demon.
I said, snarling as my doctor kept rambling. The easiest way to totally distract a human was to get them talking about themselves.
I moved into a defensive posture, my hands elongated into talons while the flames danced around them. Her eyes narrowed into slits and she slowly crouched down. Even this simple gesture was an attack. It allowed her to get into position to pounce on me while also forcing me to look down at her and the great work her plastic surgeon had done.
She expected me to throw a fireball at her. If we were outside maybe I would have, but inside I couldn’t risk it. With any luck, she hadn’t figured out much about who and what I am. I was never sure how detailed the notes were that my doc kept. I pulled my arm back as though I were about to throw the fireball she expected. Instead, I charged the short distance between us and brought one talon-clawed hand down across her face.
She didn’t have time to react as I can move extremely fast when necessary. This was necessary. I’d fought a succubus before and barely escaped with my life. Since then I’d learned their weaknesses and right at the top of the list was their looks. My talons raked four long gashes into her face. Almost immediately her sexual spell was broken.
An inhuman scream escaped her lips as she pounced at me. Her fingernails lengthened into claws and she swiped at my throat. I pulled my head back in time to feel the air from her hand breeze past my neck. Using my other hand, I drew another set of gashes on the other side of her face as I rushed behind her. She wouldn’t be seducing anyone for a long time.
You can still survive this fight, Miss Jezel. All you have to do is walk away.
I said in a calm tone as she turned to face me again. So far we still hadn’t interrupted the doctor. It’s amazing how well a little hypnosis and self-involvement can serve as a distraction. His ramblings had moved onto patient files and needing to take a vacation. He hadn’t mentioned Jezel since my first slash across her face.
Why?
she said, whimpering.
This is my human, my friend. Walk away now, send in your resignation, and I’ll allow you to live to feed another day.
What are you?
she asked.
That’s between me and the doc. Make your choice,
I said.
Fine,
she said and began to walk past me.
I took a step back to allow her clear passage to the door never turning my back to her. As she got even with me one of her hands flashed out and sliced my stomach. Instinctually, I lashed out and ripped through her chest. I felt my talons scrape against her ribs as she spun away from me. To a human, that would’ve been a killing blow. From the succubus, it drew an ear-splitting screech of pain. The doc’s rambling paused. I grabbed her from behind and clamped a hand over her mouth as I carried her out of the office.
You’ve fed on your last human,
I snarled in her ear as I snapped her head around, breaking her neck. I let go as her body slumped to the floor and slowly transformed into rose-colored goo. The doc’s monologue continued from his office. Moving quickly, I cleaned up the mess left by the succubus’ body. To keep her from returning, I had to keep a bit of it. I hadn’t actually killed her so much as destroyed her body. If the goo was left whole, she would be able to reform a new body. By separating a bit, I could make sure she never reformed. The rest was sopped up in paper towels and thrown in a trashcan.
After throwing her away, I took her coffee cup and dumped it on the still damp carpet outside the doc’s office door. Now it would appear to be nothing but spilt coffee. At her desk, I typed up a resignation letter saying she had gotten a call from another employer and had to leave immediately for Russia. I made sure to apologize for her abrupt departure.
With all that taken care of, I went back into the doctor’s office and straightened everything up from our fight. My shirt was ripped and my stomach was oozing blood but the flow was stopping. My jacket would cover it. Picking back up my encouraging uh huh
litany, I walked back to the couch and replaced my jacket before sitting down.
So what do you think, doc, does my dream mean anything?
I asked, resuming my neutral tone and snapping him out of his hypnotic ramble.
I think sometimes a dream is just a dream. It could be a result of your medications, or maybe you’ve been thinking about your grandfather a lot.
I see.
That’s all we have time for today, Marcus.
Alright, Doc. I’ll see you in a few weeks.
He stood up and shook my hand as we walked to the door. I left his office feeling good. Mark was safe from the succubus, he wouldn’t end up destroying his life chasing after the love of a demon and his focus would return to his patients. At least, once he found a new secretary. I made a mental note to pay closer attention to his next secretary.
ooo
I guess at this point I should properly introduce myself. Dr. Johnson calls me Marcus Davidson. Most of my friends call me Joseph Stevenson, but my close friends and family call me by my true name, Sean Gryphon. I don’t have any close friends. I stand about six feet four inches tall, my shoulders are linebacker broad, my frame is muscled though not overly so, my eyes are blue, my hair is long and raven black, and my wingspan is roughly twelve feet, tip to tip.
That’s right, I said wingspan. I’m not human, or maybe I’m more human than a human, I haven’t figured that part out. Oh, and I’m roughly seven hundred years old I look young for my age though so most people think I’m somewhere in my mid-thirties.
I also have a bit of succubus goo in my pocket. That’s not normal for me but since it’s there I figured I may as well mention it. Now where was I? Oh yeah, just left the shrink.
When I exited the office, the bright sunshine struck my face, making me smile. I don’t care what you are; a beautiful sunny day will make you smile. Well, unless you’re a vampire, I guess. I haven’t met many creatures that smile while bursting into flame. I’ve always enjoyed them though, sunny days, not the flaming creatures. Most of the people walking past me on the street were smiling, some laughing. A general sense of goodwill pervaded everything. This only happens on certain days when the sun is shining brightly, but the day isn’t too hot or too cold, a slight breeze keeps the air cool and carries the scent of millions of flowers and trees to your nostrils and everything gleams as if new. Honestly, how could you not smile on a day like this?
I put my hands in my pockets and strolled down the street whistling and enjoying the human race all around me. That’s not always easy to do. Sometimes you guys make it almost impossible to enjoy your company. Seriously, there’s the constant fighting and bickering, and then a huge number of you suffer from poor me syndrome.
I mean, just look around you sometime, open your eyes to your own race, and you’ll see why it’s so hard for a guy like me to want to help you out.
That’s what I do see. I help you guys out like my shrink helps me out. Not by listening though; my help is a bit more proactive. I’m not the only one either. I know of at least a hundred others like me, and there have been thousands of us throughout your history. Don’t bother with the history books, though, as we rarely get noticed and when we are, well, just ask yourself what I could be. I’m tall, handsome – OK, gorgeous, I know – and I have wings. The mortals that see us fill in the blanks, usually with flaming swords and thundering voices.
Sorry, I digressed a bit there. Where was I? Oh yeah, walking down the street. So like I said, it was a beautiful day. I was walking with my hands in my pockets, a bit of vampire goo in my left one, smiling, and, most importantly, minding my own business. You can never overlook the importance of simply minding your own business. If you don’t, then you may find yourself in quite a lot of trouble. In my line of work, I could easily find myself dead. I always prefer not finding myself dead. It puts a terrible damper on the day.
I knew the day was going too well. I hadn’t argued with my shrink, no immediate threats on my life, and I was feeling happy. That’s when I made a fateful mistake. I whistled. Never whistle when you’re happy; the universe sees it as a challenge. A man appeared beside me. Normally, I don’t care when people appear beside me, ghosts pose me no threat and, to be honest, I’m not always very observant of my surroundings. He appeared beside me, mimicking my tuneless whistle. He was an irritatingly good mimic.
His hands where in his pockets, like mine, there was a certain attitude in his walk, a little something that said he was happy and didn’t care who knew it, like mine. Anyone paying attention could’ve mistaken us for brothers. I don’t have any brothers, at least none that I know of. His outfit was pure business casual: black loafers, black slacks, pure white polo shirt. In short, disgusting.
Having a good day, Sean?
His voice was eerily Walkin-esque, a strange lilt that made even regular conversation just a little creepy.
I was, Darius.
I replied, on my guard.
What seems to have changed?
Well I was by myself, now you’re here. No offense but I don’t consider that a change for the better.
I’m sorry you feel that way Sean. However, if you would return my calls, then I wouldn’t have to be here and both of our days would look brighter.
He was a patronizing bastard.
Darius Sturmguard: trainer, mentor, coach, tormentor, patronizing bastard. He was my supervisor, a senior guardian, and a gift from the depths of Hell.
I listened to your messages and I checked into the events you mentioned. They are all taken care of,
I assured him with a smile.
Is that so?
His eyebrow cocked when he looked at me.
It is.
Well then, would you mind explaining to me the manner in which they were taken care of?
As if you don’t know.
Exactly. Explain it as if I don’t know.
A hint of anger tinged his words.
OK, so maybe not taken care of as such, but there was hardly a need for me.
We walked down the streets unnoticed, which was nice. I wasn’t keen on any more attention than Darius’.
So explain yourself, Sean.
He reached out and grabbed my wrist. The scene around us began to swirl as he transported me with him. Now you may not understand this but try to stick with me. We have multiple forms of travel available to us just like you humans. We can walk, ride a bike, and drive a car – all of that is perfectly normal. We can fly, though most of us avoid it in cities. Too many buildings. We can also translocate. It’s a sort of teleportation I guess you could say. Mostly we just step from one location to another and it takes just a fraction of a second. We can take other people with us and sometimes do, though doing so without permission is seen as exceedingly rude.
My apartment replaced the street surrounding us. Not the place I would’ve chosen but I wasn’t driving. I have a small apartment and decorated it in a style I refer to as single, thirty-something, crash pad. A broken down but comfortable sofa, wall-dominating flat screen television, and scratched and scuffed coffee table. An empty golden birdcage and a king size bed rounded out the main portion of the room. The fridge was placed conveniently beside the bed and started the kitchen. The only other room was the bathroom.
Darius stood in front of the TV. I was on the sofa.
Look, Darius, did you even research those places. I mean, seriously?
Yes, I did research. I know exactly where I told you to go, the important people involved, and the reason for you going.
Well yeah, but did you stop to see if I was needed?
You are a junior guardian; I wouldn’t send you if you weren’t needed!
Did I say there was a hint of anger in his voice?
Well, OK, well, fine, you say that but seriously? First you told me to go to Maine, which might I say is a mean thing to do in the winter.
But you didn’t go so it doesn’t matter.
Well now don’t be hasty. I popped in and guess what I found?
What did you find, Sean?
"I found that the people of Maine are almost as strong as we are. They are accustomed to dealing with the exceedingly strange. I think they even enjoy it. So who am I