201: Blitz by C.J. Silver
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One member of the night light, legion will get some swag for helping us spread the word. And now here's blitz by CJ silver. Victoria crows funeral must have been beautiful Morgan was there, but he didn't remember much about it. He couldn't remember anything other than witnessing the horror of that, ugly, pine vox lowering the love of his life into that dark inescapable bit. He didn't attend the reception at her parents manner. Instead he retreated to the mud-splattered bungalow where he'd grown up the Spurs from the wild grass caught his socks as he pushed past the chain link fence and up the crack ridi walkway this smell of boiling fat stem college greeted him before he even reached the door. Littlemore. Esa was mess in over a plate of Brunswick stew, when he arrived his weight pressed into the week floorboards announcing his arrival, his daughter, paused. Then possibly detecting, the smell of his Cologne called out. Daddy, her. Sweet baby tooth grin was framed by her mother's high cheekbones her dark complexion, mirrored his and complimented her, cool silvery. Is he buried his pain into a gentle, kiss upon her forehead after only a few hours with grandma, most smelled of ultra sheen and corn huskers lotion, you back already his mother asked, he didn't respond? She continued as if he had won't you. We something bisque just came up. She fixed him a plate of Brunswick stew. He caught a glimpse of himself in the living room mirror about this suit for her. He said he held up a wings of the blazer. She wanted me to bring her to the city. She just wanted to go dancing. I would never take her out, then when she got sick, I bought the suit, I promised her. She got better take her dancing every weekend. His voice trail. Momma, sat the stew and biscuits on the coffee table in front of him. Well, she's in the city, now, she said, he took off the blazer, then slumped into the old sofa Marissa moved. Like a dull through the unfamiliar house, her outstretched fingers detecting. The chair grandma had moved the threshold between the kitchen and the den and finally the self-aware daddy said staring at his shoes. She took one of his fingers into the palm of her tiny hand. He swept the little girl up into his arms and held her in a loving, embrace of frayed. The winds of hell would take her away to she held his neck in hummed into his ears. I'm here Danny. After a while grandma interrupted the silence. Come on mo- let you daddy breathe. The old woman reached out her hand grandma bodice a new puzzle, workaho, mo-, made her way around the table, grandma's smiled. As more reached her knees, you are strong little girl, h you, she held the girl away from her, so that she could behold, her in earnest grandma sees it. You got that old. Bloody. Sure, do mo- lingered on unsteady feet holding onto her grandmother. All it takes his willpower. Sweet girl. You just have no what you want and one it more than anything else in, you can make things Mon. Nodded obediently. Okay. Mo- Morgan stood up. He lifted Morris out of her grandmother's grasp and held it to his hip. I think it's time for us to go Darlan. Hold on. Grandma said, I have present for you before you leave me the old woman. Shuffled down the hall. No Ma we haven't got time for any of your bone. Or stones or whatever, he put mowed down and began to grab up, anything, that looked pink or pastel stuffing it all into her clear plastic carry bag. Where's your shoes, girl hurry up? Morrissett didn't budge she waited to find out what the gift was Ma Morgan called don't bother keep that rule to yourself. Grandma returned holding a bundle of dark grey lumps in her outstretched arms to Morgan. It looked like a sack of dirt. Oh here you are. Darlan isn't he precious Morris reached out to examine her gift? It was saw fuzzy and worn it reacted to her touch moving away at first, then leading into her fingers something cold tickled, or cheap than a warm slug wrapped in unwrapped itself around her fingers, leaving them, covered in slime finally, she felt the hard sharp bits beneath all the warm slime. What is it? She gasped. Delighted. She couldn't see it's horrible. Little bit knowns or bulging eyes or crooked, jaw as far as she could tell it was a living teddy bear with teeth. It's a puppy Darlan grim explained she lowered the fat little body to the floor a sweet little puppy dog just fee. You mo- lift the thing into our arms, it squirmed than liquor faces though, she were made of candy. She screamed with joy, overcome by instinctual maternal devotion Morgan's mother clapped her hands together amused with herself. No, my said Morgan, the girl doesn't need a dog a train CNI dog maybe but not this ugly. Little mutt Morgan, notice that one of the puppies, flappy, little ears had been pierced a gold, strutted earing much like the ones mo- war glistened at the corner of one black. Triangular lobe. What did you tell them to Morgan demanded? Oh hush. Of course, she needs puppy, his mother countered. You'll baby is grieving to. She just lost her mother, this will give her something to love. No. Do you hear me Morgan says he swung the little girls bag onto his shoulders mode turned toward her father? Please danny. She sang her silvery blue eyes shimmered in the light her missing front tooth only added to her charm, and she smiled up at him. Take care of Morgan turned away from his mother's Volpin grin, the screen door slapped against its wooden frame behind him as he retreated from the woman, he loved mode. Not follow him right away. She lingered with grandma for another full minute. A minute Morgan can never get back. But would regret for the rest of his life? In one, Peter for late summer morning to discover that his rooster and three young hens ripped apart. Their innards were splashed across the coop. Like crushed fruit tan and spotted feathers fluttered about the carnage as he paced the scene of the crime always been a light sleeper growl of deep bore squire that surrounded the circling crow stables was a kind of lullaby him, but the snap of a twig or rumble of an engine even the Russell unannounced guests in the yard would have him dressed in on his feet with a rifle in hand without a moment's hesitating. So couldn't figure out how he slipped through such a calamity in his chicken yard blitz sat on the other side of the screen door watching Morgan from a safe distance stupid mutt. Morgan shouted auto plant a bullet in your fucking head for this. It wasn't him most shouted she was. Ending beside her dog her new book teeth flash like an angry squirrel. Even when she pouted she looked like her mother. She held the brutes head to her chest, protectively as though she knew Morgan was pointing his rifle at it, it was the monster daddy, she shouted. I told you there was a monster Nan'ao Morgan gestured at the gore, all around him as, though, the girl could see any of it a no monsters. But the one you hold he shouted back. You let that damn dog out by himself. Again out pop one good. It wasn't him. Daddy most. Shout it blitz. Is it? Good. Boy. He's my friend, you need real friends. Mo not no dog to choose up chickens. All he could do was walk about with his hands on his hips. All this meat is wasted. Now, this is money, mole Morgan kicked a pile of straw, with Centene nother dead bird flying through the air. It might have been funny, if he hadn't been so mad you need human friends your own age. Morgan hurt. His baby girl sniffle his anger dissolved in an instant he was beyond the chicken wire fence and across the yard. He took her into his arms with dirty fingers. He tried to straighten her hair. Curling net sat on top of her head. Like a crown Morgan had no idea, how to tend to a little girl's hair he'd been keeping it cut short like a boy. But somewhere along the way he'd lost track of it, now, it was a tangle of this black moss across her rich dark brow. How would you like to go stay with urea Janice in city Morgan suggested you're old enough to start school? Think most frown deepen and she began to sob in earnest. You don't want me anymore. She gasped into shoulder. He hugged her so hard. She nearly stopped breathing. I'll try harder to make friends daddy honest. He held her couldn't speak against the strain in his own throat Morgan, drop the topic of the city school in Janice. But the idea's stayed with a young blind girl had no business stumbling about the stables with a Beasley pet like blitz he was about as big as she was. Now he was always knocking her over dragging her on his leash Morgan had instructed motor to keep her dog inside. But he couldn't blame her for one to go outside and explore the yard, she was still a child, and she spent long hours of the day alone in the house unsupervised. It was no wonder she was starting to believe there were monsters everywhere he considered this problem as he left daughter, tucked away in the house for the day. There were a thousand things on his mind. Besides Mohan her ugly. Dow, he had horse. To feed and stalls to muck. He had colts to tend to in buyers to contact lastly yet Clara. Clara Belle Lee had been shy Philly and was now a very timid Palomino maiden. Broodmare Morgan spoke to her as he cleaned her up for the big day. It'll be a quick little pony show Darlan. He may help in puff a lot, but Thors on just be call Clara Belle Lee in order blonde. Head to nibble a tough to stroke, Thors hammer was known to be a specially aggressive with handlers on a good day, hopped up on hormones and with the smell of female in the air, he wasn't going to be easy to handle Morgan lamented, not hiring some extra hands for this particular Meinie. He only hope that he was right about four and that the stud would exhaust himself pretty quickly. He tied off Clara bills tail and checked her entry point once more for anything that might get in the way 'cause infection. All right. Miss Lee is Showtime. He tied. Claire bells reins to the restraint post near the back of the ball. Then went off calmly to procure her cover door. Hammer was running across the field head of him. His beautiful Honey gold. Coke glistened in a life thunder of his heavy who's giving credence to his name, it gotten away from his strength and was charging to the study hard like his rump was on fire behind him. A huge piece of adult gave chase trying to chop Moore's long golden tail blitz. Leapt the puppies, delight after the friend horse taking him to run faster Morgan barely had time to think he read waving his head to attribute engine of at least one of the animals. This day one wick kick of his power behind quarters. Blitz flew backwards. The ground hard with the flat dud Morgan, reach the fence Justice Thor brought his heavy front hooves down on the dog's body. It took more gonna full hour to get door put away. Finally. He went to deal with blitz. The dog lay still in the center of the study. Are he was breathing, but there was no way he would survive the night, his body had been crushed? His jaw was broken. He looked up at Morgan. With frightened puppy is the rancher drew his rifle with it took the pain. Morgan, follow the sound of his daughter's crying all the way back home. The sun had set hours ago. He was late coming back late with dinner than to tied to care most the door calling. It's. Come home. Here. Boy, she stopped at sound of the gate, opening Morgan saw the hope in her face as she detected him with some sense. He could not fathom. Daddy, she cried. Have you seen blitz? I thought I told you to keep him inside Morgan snapped. I did daddy, he was chasing the monster was trying to come into the house. Blitz chased it away. No Morgan snapped. No, I told you to keep that dog in the house monsters. Get him to head. He mows voice crackled like paper, her eyes glistened with tears is okay. She held her own shirt at the chest, the empty space where blitzes head should have been resting. Oh, Launay Morgan dropped to his knees completely dissolved. Don't do that mo- big girls. Don't cry over domas dogs. Let's make some supper daddy. What are you smell, like dirt mo- touched his face? Have you been digging? Yes. We'd off. He couldn't deny that, but he wouldn't go into details. Not today. Anyway. In the night. Eight more hens were slaughtered. Morgan stood studying the carnage in the otherwise serene glow of the rising sun. Don't blame blitz daddy MO said she was leaning against the fence. She must have smelt the blood. She could read the tension in her father silent anger. The monster is still in the hen house Morgan looked around him. He actually checked inside the hen house. If there was such a monster. I be looking at it right now Morgan reason you don't believe me, most shouted, you're never here. So you know it's always comes on your round. She ran out of the house and slam screen doors hard, as she could he found mo- at the kitchen table. She barely acknowledged him as he drew out a chair sat across from her. What makes you think there's a monster in all hen house? He asked her. She didn't answer. When did all the star he pressed? She only about her head against the silence. He leaned in closing the gap between them he softened his voice, and asked again, tell me about the monster mow them as Ling kids sent it. She said through a paper thin whisper. They said they sent a month to attack me, a mud dog. Why would they save a possible reason? Could they have Morgan strain to keep his voice, calm, 'cause I hurt one of them with Iraq, mo- said her cheeks dimpled suppressing a proud smile? You did what the ease Lynn kids were group of stray little white boys that trooped around the countryside. Unsupervised they varied in age from eight to sixteen Morgan didn't even know how many of them, there were mos- only six he thought he'd have a few more years to explain race in boys, Dr at did it because they hurt blitz she said, up gaining volume and self defense. They come round when you go out to work with them, horses, or go to market. It called me names. They pushed me down. They threw things puts Morgan stared at his daughter. She listed these offenses. This was the first he'd heard of such a thing who pushed you down. He have stood hovering over his chair knees bent, but body taught ready to fight a strange child them kids, from the Easley property. She squealed indignantly you told me to make friends daddy, I heard them playing in the woods and I asked him to be my friends, but they is me they asked me to play hide and seek, then they hit all over our yard and call me names. It called me back face. A said ours is ugly as my dog. They said, I was so ugly that moment died when she first laid eyes on me, most stated these atrocities with an indignant calm, a smoldering anger whose fire had cooled, but would never go out completely Morgan absorb the brute force of every word like the blow of her tiny fists directly into his heart, she'd handled all of the songs, -iety in hurt all on her own, she'd fought this wild battle while he was out in the fields worried over horses. Now she flooded him with her account of the events. It seemed to calm her as it. Enbridge him. How long has she been cradling these secrets, Morgan rarely saw the kids from Eastland, he usually dealt with the eastern men? They were sharecroppers at raise goats on their out of fields. The men kept themselves, mostly, he didn't have a problem with the Easley people, and he didn't wanna start none. He might need their help next time thorn Clara Belle met up. But at this moment, he wanted to set their children on fire. He closed his eyes and pray to his wife guidance. She'd been the diplomat non him. So I told him get off my property mo- continue Morgan, said back down. That's when they started to throw things hit blitz. So I started to throw things right back mode demonstrated with a gesture of her thrown on a hit one of 'em to held like a baby. Morgan was sure his jaw would never close again. He would die from the shock of what he was hearing and flaws would make nests in his molars after that the monster moved into the hen house Mohan on a here at out there at night. Sometimes, sometimes it goes to my window and wakes up blitz how long had she been enduring this bullying, and in her own front yard, no less a McCall, your Janssen, the city tomorrow, Morgan decided out loud. It's high time we got you off this farm and into. Kool, Moe pouted again, but daddy, I handled them Morgan, stood and started to prepare breakfast. He founded easier to ignore mos- miserable whimpers over the gurgle of boiling grits, and the sizzle of sausages. What about blitz mo- ask does Morgan slid a plate in front of her? Morgan, didn't answer. He just crammed the still steaming food into his Mel mo- lingered letting the steam wash over her face. Finally, he said, if he ever comes back blitz will stay here. Bad dogs kill chickens. Don't belong in city. No daddy blitz. His good dog. When I screamed at them easily kids, he chased him clean off our property. This news did not help her case, he understood from the sudden sinking of her face that she had meant to reveal this information. So that's when you lost him. Then Morgan pressed. He ran off chasing those why kids and that's how you lost him. You realize what they do to dogs to chase people and. If he bites one of them, you know, they have legal right to shoot him Maresca, did not know how could she the shock of her father's harsh words hitter, as though he'd slapped her in the face? She dropped her four conflict away from the table overtaken completely by misery nothing. He could do would quell her tears now Morgan caught up to her in her bedroom. She laid down in the dirty Muskie pile of blankets and pillows that had been blitzes bed. Morgan picked her up in held to him. It. Okay. She whimpered when she could speak again. Grandma made him special for me. He won't leave me. Daddy, he can't. Little voice was soft. But so confident grandma said he's my protector Morgan lowered his daughter to the floor. She clasped her hands at her chest, where her puppy, once rested, his head, you know, I try hard not to talk bad about my mother and her religion. But I can have you spout, and that stuff to wherever that dog is, it's probably in a better place for we'll see to get you a better train dog first thing I don't want about a train dog most snapped back. I want blitz. She'd never raised her voice to him like this before her anger was silver, and shar Morgan, took a step back staring at a face. He didn't recognize without the guidance of her mother. What has she become? Morgan spent the day tending to the chickens he buried the remains of the birds to avoid attracting predators as he worked. He plotted out what he should do about his daughter, he'd start by taking Moen's town with him, more often to get a socialized to people other than himself tomorrow. He would take her to the market sell off the remaining eggs, vise them reinforcements for the chicken yard, as he smoothed earth. Over the plot with his shovel, it's thought stripped back to the Eastland kids, he'd spent the day at the house, but he hadn't seen a trace of them. It was high time he went down to the Easley property to have a talk buddies, Lynn and his brother's. Not a good idea to bring up parenting right away. Probably he talked about the horses. Maybe even hire some help with oh and Clara Belle once that was out of the way. Then they talk about kids, if the Eastland children were big enough Morgan would ask buddy, which schools they attended that was the ticket a school nearby would keep mo- at the stables and help her make some. Friends. Good human friends, her own age. And maybe you wouldn't have to bring up bullying at all. It was a good solid plan. Morgan fish, the last bottle of beer from his cooler and toasted to himself for being a calm rational. That night Morgan woke with a for he knew why moonlight through the bedroom window cast, his comfortable clutter and a cool blue light as a habit. He reached a hand out to touch his victorious shoulder only to find her spot on the bed still cold and empty a screen Pierce, the con of his bedroom. This wasn't an impassioned alarm or a call for help, this was the scream of agony of someone experiencing an orgasm of immense pain. It rang out long and horrified through his open window from the direction of his Beck yard, it must have been coming from the hen house. He hopped one legged into the hallway struggling to get the second leg into his pants while holding his rifle stay inside mo- he shouted towards his daughter's room. He charged to the kitchen and out the back door. He had lifted blitz to come galloping around the corner and trip him up in hot pursuit of fun. The remaining hence scampered across the yard inch of ball. Feathered. Gale Morgan ready. Rifles approached the crumpled fence he to get the flashlight working the hen house was empty. The hey from the Koop had exploded out both entrances. None of the bird seemed injured, but there was blood on some of the fresh Stroh a closer look at the disarray in the dirt revealed, prince too heavy for him a trail of straw, blood and disturbed lead across his yard towards the supply. Shed Morgan pause staring at the dark mouth of the yawning old. Born the crumbling gray structure was as old as the house possibly older. When Morgan was a boy at housed, his father's old Ford, now it's stored out of data quit for parts. The roof was caving in its paint had long faded. It was a ghost of shed there was nothing in their value. Whatever it happened. It was too late to stop it. Now. Everything was quiet and still surely, whatever discovery lay in the darkness beyond the door could wait until the light of day, put the culprit might still be around whoever. Whatever was disturbing. The chickens might be hiding at this moment in the old shit. He might not get another chance to see it. Blitz lay buried out at the edge of circling crow property. If it wasn't most pit killing the birds. Then their head be FOX God help him, some other kind of wild animal getting in at his chickens whatever was had been hurt, was hiding on his leg and injured. Scared wild animals, possibly lurking in his supply, shed would his little blind auto was sure to try and pet, it Morgan ready. Does rifle in March toward the gaping, moths shed its darkness was scarier than the night for it, lacked stars or any clueless? What lay within it the flashlight loss, sits power. It's beam abandoned him the moonlight the old barn looked, somehow bigger more precedent. It's eerie celestial glow. The doors stayed wide open day and night Morgan figured that closed door invited leaves, but open doors revealed his junk wasn't worth stealing. He never considered creatures just taken up residence. Among the clutter at the door. Morgan pause to slap, the flashlight beckoned to action, the weak beam cut through the gloom to fall on a small wet mess in the center of the floor. It was a hand a human hand. It was a small white human hand. That was connected to a small white human body. His mind took its time, spelling out the scene. There is a little white boy, dead in my shit. Morgan was not prepared for the quaking in his soul. He rushed to the boy laying there praying to any God, that would listen for that to be something left to save hoping there was something he could do to put the child back together. The boys throat was a crimson gash has life force was pouring out all over the fermentation straw. His eyes were black stones and bone white phase that had been slashed to a red running sore for moment. Morgan was a madman. He thought of burning the straw, bearing the body if out of leaving the state for few months, just taking his daughter and running for the hills. But there were still three brewed bears out in the fields waiting for Thor and one that was pregnant after months of preparation. She was a high risk and couldn't be moved. He couldn't just up and leave besides he'd lose all presumption of innocence, if he ran he'd be a hunted man with a blind six year old until no doubt, they'd find him eventually and then he'd have no defense at all. He closed his eyes against galloping terror. He breathe deep waiting for his thoughts to call him. He get on the horn, and call the cops it call his buddy, Ted he was one of the good ones, surely, the cops would recognize this has been done by some animal wouldn't the hell were you doing in my barn? Anyway. Morgan shouted at the corpse, he took a deep breath. And finally noticed what the boy was wearing he'd fashioned goat's horns into a crown on his head. He had a cloak made of goat hide tied with a leather strap around his using neck at his side, was a long, rusty huntsman's knife. The knife still had a few tan and speckled feathers around the handle. What the hell were you doing? Boy, Morgan whispered, something brushed his arm. He dropped the flashlight ready to gun. Daddy. Moves voice into horrible shiver across Morgan's entire body moat. He shouted turning around at bought I told you to stay. She wasn't there upon striking the earth, the flashlight had come back on shooting, a beam of light of the ground deeper inside of the barn. A little body was curled against one of the support beams as though hiding in plain sight, her gray cut nightgown at her dark, Brown skin made her difficult to detect the light caught the silvery glint of her earrings as she stood. I'm sorry. Daddy mo- said to the rafters, but look, even before Morgan picked up the flesh that he could see his daughters joyous. Smile tatty, look, the monsters, dead mo- said, happily motioning to the vague spot with a little boy, lay bleeding out MO a thought. I said, Morgan's voice trailed off. It was obvious though MO had gotten here before him. She'd been here the whole time, but it's came back. Daddy. Mo- cried with excitement. He came back, and he killed the monster at a distance Morgan searched his daughter's body. She was clean just a little bit of grime on her feet. The light danced, all around her behind her above her old rusty saws and sickles hung on the wall decorated in dust, and cobwebs an antique real more lay on the ground still covered in rotting. Hey shovels, pickaxes and rakes dangled on hooks around her and above her all of them were grimy into heavy for her to wield the knee noticed her posture. She was bending, slightly tilting as though something was pulling against her her, right? Hand was balled into a fist is the holding onto something fingers of her left hand ran along the darkness beside her petting the air. He's a good dog is any she leaned in reached out with both hands to caress the air as if to bring a large British head to her chest in protective hug Morgan grabbed his girl in young her away. He pulled her away from the dead body away from the odds space. She was cradling away from the shed in the chickens in the blood. He was have dragging her back towards the light of their home. She gasped shock and possibly pain. Daddy, what's wrong? I thought I told you to stay inside he roared, if Morris answered him Morgan. Never heard it. Her response was muffled the sound of a low animal baritone, the same as the one. He'd heard three days prior out at the stables he became suddenly very aware that he dropped his gun somewhere and was using his gun hand to hold onto mo- Morgan aimed, his flashlight back towards the supply shed the light went out. He didn't need it to see followed a shadow darker than the ebony around the merged through the threshold at the shed it was bent into a vague dog, like shape molded by dim glow moonlight, which outlined define the details of its beecher's Morgan, recognize the shape of its skull, the bend of its muzzle even the curl. Of its tail as it's bulky form moved. The swiftness of wind across the dusty pan Morgan could even make out a single pinprick of light, balancing, one of black floppy iridescent ear where silver studier wants the dog lowered has massive head bearing his black team edged moonlight blitz be nice Morris. Commend the beast fading. The moonlight drifted back to the spots that made sense and shadows were solid no longer Morgan, stared at his child. He hadn't had the heart. Tell her dog was dead now seems he didn't have to. 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