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Chapter 4 The Essex St. Horror.
After making it across town and taking back alleys to avoid
being seen, Jack arrived at the soup kitchen crime scene where
two police officers patrolled the outside.
When both officers met upfront to talk, Jack quickly and
quietly made his move, crawling through 1/2 opened window.
I was near the old butcher shop in the back of the soup kitchen.
The smell wasn't normal though. The more I moved around, the
thicker the air got. Something was very off.
It had been a while since I've been here.
I remember the owners giving me and Lawson a tour of the place
back in the day after they opened.
The butcher shop in the back was for when the owners or others
donated meat to the cause a self-sufficient establishment.
And I remember a workbench in this corner, and if my memory
serves me correctly, that's better.
As I approached the butcher shop, the smell got worse.
It was different. It usually smelled of a
different kind of death. Just then I stopped in my tracks
as my flashlight revealed A gothic like star on the wall,
painted in blood. It wasn't a pentagram, it was
something new, or at least new to me.
Haven't seen that in a long time.
What? What is it?
Listen, I don't like this any more than you do, so if you
could continue to stay quiet so I can do my job, that would be
great. Fuck off.
Do you have anything helpful to add to any of this?
What was that shit? You didn't?
You're just jumping with all the witch.
Hey, you're not taking me over again.
Do you understand? Do you understand now?
Fucking stop. This place did a lot of good
work for the homeless community in New Salem.
I hated seeing it like this. Why this place?
I made my way around the hallway to the front of the building
where the kitchen and the dining area were.
Everything seemed to be normal, well minus the crime scene in
the back. The air seemed to feel more
normal, but something odd did catch my eye.
A small box of those witch Finder pills, the one the guy
was mentioning at the police station.
I grabbed them and put them in my pocket.
I circle back around into the main part of the butcher shop.
My honey's grew as more symbols painted in blood decorated the
walls and the floor. What's that?
What did I tell you? Shut up and look back over
there, Jackass. No, there on that wall.
Shine your light. Is that a figure?
Jack, we have to get out of here now.
I'm still investigating. I need to find out why my badge
was left. If you don't leave now, I will
take over and make us. Listen doll, I am not happy
about our situation either. I doubt that.
Now, for the last time, let's get the fuck out of.
Here, What the hell has you so spooked?
Listen to me or we both. Die no you.
Listen, nobody controls me. Well, seems Morgan has proven
you wrong on that. I continued to look at the new
symbols I was seeing. Then on the back wall something
was behind some boxes. I moved closer and carefully
picked it up. It was old, very old tapestry of
sorts. A wicked looking man with a
jagged crown and warped staff stood before 3 macabre women
behind him. I didn't want to admit it, but.
Wait a minute, I recognize that. I was getting out of my depth,
Lilith. What?
If we're going to make this work, we may have to work
together. You may know some stuff that I
may not like. What is this Lilith?
It's it's familiar, but I I can't.
What the hell I I couldn't believe it.
The tapestry just turned to dust.
We weren't meant to see that. The fuck do you mean?
I don't know. What?
I can't remember, it's like blocked.
I'm recognizing things but but not clearly.
Is it the curse? I don't know, maybe, but if
Morigon knew this curse then the book it came from exists.
Well, it seems like we have a common goal.
I don't play well with others, especially men.
I don't want you in my body any more than you want to be in it
and you don't want to be controlled and you're pissed
because you've been played and you're bound to what Morgan has
done to you. So I am telling you right now.
Remember, Jack, I can still hurt you.
And I can toss myself off a building and put a gun on my
mouth and eat a bullet. Jesus Christ, I remember many
crime scenes. Some I'd like to forget, and if
you still haunt me, but this wasn't a crime scene.
It was a damn massacre. The putrid smell of old blood
permeated each breath taken to the point it became difficult.
To my horror, a few body parts still lined to the ground.
As I moved around, I saw they made a pattern on the floor.
This can't be the work of one man.
Not a normal man. Nice of you to join again.
Fuck off. Oh, lady, I am no.
Lady, and I'm not your first husband, so how about we calm
the fuck down? Jesus Christ.
I don't think. He did this.
No man did this. What do you mean?
You smell that? How could anyone miss that?
Damn it Jack, do you want my help or not?
What about those symbols? Ancient.
What's that one? Which one?
The wall to your left. I turned and pointed my light
where she said and then I saw it.
A symbol. I've seen this before.
Where? That ship that came into the
harbor the other night, what does it mean?
Something I haven't seen or heard of an eons.
It's a name. A name.
Wormwood. That doesn't sound good.
I dove behind one of the workbenches and it killed my
flashlight. I listened very carefully,
trying to pinpoint any walking or motion outside.
Then, at that moment, the clouds must have parted.
As the moonlight bade the wall next to me.
I moved to get a better look. It wasn't very clear, but it
wasn't big. I turned on my light quickly,
making the giant claw marks visible.
No fucking way. Werewolves were haunted into
extinction. Jack, listen to me.
You need to give me control. What?
No. Damn it Jack, look at those claw
marks on the wall. I am.
Not giving you control you won't give.
It back who stands a better chance at us surviving a
werewolf. Damn it, how can I trust you?
The beasts attacked quickly, throwing across the room like a
rag doll. I could have sworn I heard it.
Jack, remember, if you die, I also die.
Now are you going to let me help?
The beast moved closer, revealing it's hulking form and
jagged teeth, what looked like torn pieces of what I assumed
were a suit. Dang, love the beast's body.
Jack, listen to me. I tried to move to a door, but
the beast quickly blocked me off, cornering me.
Nowhere to go. I turned from it.
So warm. Oh breath touched my face.
I tried to hold my breath, and then I felt that this hand
around my throat, slowly lifting me off my feet.
Well wait, what's that poking out of it's pocket?
Talk's sake, Jack. You're going to get us both
killed. You have to trust me.
I tried reaching for my gun but the beast was kind of late.
Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with your food?
Oh sorry, I forget my own stress it.
Was a strange experience, like sitting in a theater by myself
watching everything play out in front of me like a movie.
I was angry at first, but know that I wasn't able to breathe.
She must have taken over as I passed out.
She took care of the beast, casting what I can only assume
was some sort of spell or ancient magic.
I was already in trouble with my badge at this location.
If they saw this, I'd be at the top of the Witch Finder generals
list. Will it?
Can you hear me? Can't talk right now?
You better. Give me my body back.
Kind of busy at the moment. Then, in one last effort to
inflict harm, the beast left at us.
I I felt my body supernaturally glide effortlessly around the
attack, knowing I would probably feel the results of that
tomorrow. The beast crashed through a
corner part of the wall which came down quickly, and then I
could see flashlights outside. It was at this moment I felt
that sense of fright and amazement unlike anything I've
ever felt in my life. I watched myself leap through a
ceiling window onto the roof of the butcher shop, and then I was
running on the roof so fast it felt like I was gliding.
And in one effortless jump, I watched as I flew across the
street on top of another building, a thrill I'd never
experienced. Lilith kept running and leaping
from building to building, putting as much distance between
US and the butcher shop as possible.
The demonic detective will return after this quick NEWS
UPDATE. A.
New report straight from the Witch Finder General's Office
and signed by Mayor Draco himself.
The newly drafted Hex Accords have been signed into law,
bringing back ancient tests that have been used to determine if
someone is a practitioner of the Dark Arts.
The controversial announcement has been met with criticism by
many who claim that these ancient tests are way too old,
are easily proved to not be credible, and have no place in
today's society. The accords also outlaw the use
of any books that go against the true history of Old Salem and
any works that are contrary to Abrahamic laws and views.
Stay tuned for more updates as they become.
The night seemed longer than usual.
Something in the air couldn't settle Jack's restless spirit
and his soul as well. Jack racked his brain for where
he could find Zola, Lady Boleyn, and Ezekiel.
Then, almost supernaturally, he remembered years ago when he
first became a cop. He then directed Lilith where to
go. I knew that was going to ache
later. Are you sure this is the way?
Yes, but this is where you give me my body back.
Just tell me where to go. Damn it, do you want me to trust
you? No, thank you.
Thanks. It doesn't sound sincere, but
I'll take it, asshole. Don't do that again unless I
give you permission. We.
Would have been dead now if I'd have waited any longer, Jackass.
Besides, you were passing out. Lilith, I need to concentrate.
I knew we were in the right area when I first became a cop.
We did a raid at an old pharmacy, a front used by some
voodoo practitioners. According to them, they were
trying to help everyone, but one of their concoctions had killed
someone, Or at least that's what we were told.
And there it was. The place looked like a dump
now. The rate we did was 15 years
ago. Place looks like shit, you sure
they're here? We'll see.
The front would be too obvious, but the dark alley beside the
building, if there was a way in, it would be there.
We cautiously made our way down to the shadow filled corridor,
watching, looking for anything that stood out.
A cloak of unease began to drape over me.
I checked my pistol, surprised it was still there in its
holster from our last encounter. We slowly made our way down the
rabbit hole, walking the line between the shadows and the city
light where it was able to touch.
I turned quickly, ready to fire. An old door, hidden by the
shadows cast by the dim lights of the alley, was open.
Ezekiel stepped from the darkness, waving us in.
We followed him through the back warehouse, part of the old
pharmacy building, stepping around all the junk.
Ezekiel kept leading us. The warehouse part was bigger
than I remembered. We stopped at a wall, nowhere to
go. I was confused.
And then Ezekiel waved his hand and whispered something under
his breath. A door slowly appeared before us
in the wall. Ezekiel entered.
I followed, though reluctantly. Oh this damn magic made me
uneasy. Jack.
It's good to see you. Zoe, you OK?
I should be asking you that. I'll be fine.
Jack. I saved our ass.
And I thank you for that, Lilith, but I need to speak with
Jack. Damn it, Lilith, what did I say?
Jack, it's fine. I'm glad she saved you.
I am too OK, I just don't like not having control of my body.
Detective, we have much to discuss.
We joined Lady Bolin, who sat at what I can only assume was some
sort of ancient table based on its raggedy old facade and the
blanket of dust on the tabletop covering some sort of ornate
design. She still looks drained.
Detective, I understand you were at the crime scene.
Yeah, my badge was found there. Morgan must have taken it when
she had tied me down, placed it there.
But I don't think she was the killer we ran into.
Well, we were visited. Visited by whom?
It's more of a what? It was a werewolf.
That's what I saved us from. Well, if I swear to God.
A werewolf. Yeah, that's what it looked
like. It was at that moment Lady
Boland looked at Ezekiel with dread.
What's wrong? Werewolves were said to have
been haunted into extinction yarns ago.
At least that's what they want us to believe.
Obviously some were kept alive. They were the protectors in
ancient times. Who do you speak of?
Whispers teens overheard as a child about the Witcher's tree.
Ancient witch gods got to be muse.
Ancient legends I told around a campfire, my youth and aeons
before. What does the legend say?
There are many iterations between cultures, but one thing
is agreed on the hakate known as.
The Witch has three the Great Goddess, the Great Enchantress,
and the Great Abomination were condemned to the great darkness
by a saucer known as Middling Wilt.
You have probably heard of him as Merlin.
As in King Arthur's wizard. The same though, like many
legends and myths, inspired by some truth and some liberties to
make the stories more exciting. Why were they condemned?
The Wizards and witches of the time were bound to have part of
their power given in self sacrifice to the witch gods.
No witch nor warlock could use their magic for anything other
than worship of them in some form or another.
One day, the Witches 3 saw warlocks like Merlin and witches
like Morgan Le Fay as becoming too powerful and free thinking.
They decided to condemn them to great darkness for blasphemy
against them. But Merlin and Morgan LED a
rebellion against the gods, and in the inn, at a place known to
the ancient Greeks as Akron, they were condemned to the great
darkness. OK, So what does this have to do
with what's happening right now? It is said that an ancient tomb
known as the Necronautica was created by the witch has 3
greatest disciple, Magna Wormwood the Witch King, to
bring them back. Wormwood.
I've heard that name a couple of Times Now.
So is this all real? The myth or legend or whatever
it is. I didn't believe so, but when I
found I couldn't break your curse, Jack, I started to
believe there may be more truth than fiction to their stories.
Meaning. You being possessed by Lilith,
if she kills you she dies is what the signs are.
The witches 3 return to the mortal coil.
They need a powerful demon willing to sacrifice herself and
the body she has in. OK, then how do we defeat them
or whatever this spell is? No one knows, but the book must
exist and someone has it and is trying to decipher its text, I
am sure. So it's coded.
All which text is coded. So whoever Morgon is working
with, they're trying to find a cipher.
That is the most logical assumption.
What is it, Jack? I'm not sure yet, this is Zeke.
Do you still do chemistry? Well.
Relax, I remember you got pulled in for questioning a few years
back for selling some elixir you made yourself, isn't that
correct? Yeah, why?
Can you look at these pills and tell me what's in them?
What's that? Found them at the crime scene.
Heard a few advertisements about them.
It may take some time. But yes, I need an answer by
tomorrow. Where are you going?
Detective, there's something I need to look at.
I'm coming with you. Sorry doll, I need you to stay
here. Jack I.
Arguing you're staying here. Safer that way.
Where are we going? The address here.
Where did you get that? Grabbed it off the beast before
he took over. It was hanging out of his
pocket. You pickpocketing?
I'm impressed. Yeah, it got me in trouble a lot
as a kid, but I got decent at it.
I figured there's got to be some connection there if a werewolf
was carrying it in his pocket. Why didn't you see anything
about it in there? Experience.
What? Never reveal your next move
before you make it. Aren't they on our?
Side in this game, doll, you don't always know who's on your
team even after the game is over.
We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you
the special news bulletin due to the overwhelming number of cases
of reported witchcraft. Smaller cases involving anyone
between the ages of 5 to 17 will commence later this evening with
questioning and will quickly be followed by testing and
judgment. More high profile cases will
take place at 1:00 PM tomorrow. Stay tuned For more information
as it becomes available. Now back to your regularly
scheduled program. Today's episode featured the
talents of Jonathan W Robbins as Jack Faust, Shelley Wagoner as
Lillian, Julian Claire as Madame Zola, Nathan Shelton as the
Narrator, Janique English as Lady Boleyn, Chris English as
Ezekiel Pendragon, and with Jordan Berger as the reporter
and breaking news anchor Ryan Smith as additional voices and
Jason Brazier as additional voices.
Edited by Jason Brazier. Original score by Rob Padgett.
Ending song performed by Rob Padgett.
Ending song lyrics by Jason Brazier, Written and directed by
Jason Brazier, Produced by Jason Brazier and Jonathan W Robbins.
The Demonic Detective is a SAG after production.
Where's the winds of New Salem bird?
We watch as the world erupts in flames, warming ourselves with
the fire, never knowing if it was sparked by our shame or if
it's viewed to hide. Our desires will cry, say go
from across town, yet we ignore, stubborn and stirred, not
following. Their faith is now a cry as the
winds of New Salem Bird.