Bab 151: Chapter 149: The Slither
"Please, urgently call Jon! And while we're at it, may I have your personal contact number as well? That way, should there be any difficulty in reaching Jon, I'll have the means to get in touch with you!" Luke implored with a sense of urgency that was hard to miss.
Nancy acknowledged with a nod, extending her business card towards him. As the firm's sole representative, it was only natural for her to be equipped with one.
Just as Nancy was about to dial Jon's number on her cell phone, the sound of footsteps approaching the door caused her to pause.
She set the phone aside and offered a wry smile, "Seems like... fortune is smiling on you today."
"Who owns the vehicle outside, Nancy? What's happening?" Jon's voice, tinged with concern. His return was not expected so soon, as the Hodgson family had been insistent on his presence for dinner. Yet, after his unsettling encounters with Valak and the Crooked Man, he discovered a barrage of over ten missed calls on his phone, all originating from Luke.
Luke's calls were never frivolous; they were a signal of dire circumstances. As a lawyer of exceptional caliber, Luke was adept at navigating most challenges with finesse, rarely necessitating Jon's involvement. When Jon attempted to return the call, he was met with the disheartening reality that Luke's phone was disconnected to the network.
This anomaly prompted Jon to suspect that an urgent matter had arisen, compelling him to hasten his return.
Upon his entrance, Jon was greeted by the sight of Luke engaged in earnest conversation with Nancy.
"Luke, what's happening? I received your message, but upon trying to reach you, your phone was off," Jon inquired, his voice steady yet laced with concern.
"Jon, happy to see you man!" Luke exclaimed as he rose to his feet, his enthusiasm palpable, "My phone hit on the pavement, a casualty of those monsters!"
"Monsters? Can you be specific?" Jon pressed, his frown deepening as he took note of the blood staining Luke's attire.
Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Luke proceeded to relay the harrowing events to Jon.
"Jon, it's a must that you witness the situation firsthand; the horror is indescribable. Should this menace spread beyond the confines of that town, the consequences are unfathomable!" Luke's voice trembled with anxiety.
Jon remained silent, his expression contemplative.
The narrative Luke provided conjured images in Jon's mind of a classic horror film titled "The Slither," bearing a striking resemblance to the ordeal Luke described.
Jon was well aware that the parasitic worms and the humans they infected were under the thrall of an extraterrestrial entity, a monstrous being that had endured for eons, lying dormant within the body of an affluent entrepreneur known as Grant.
Yet, Jon couldn't help but consider the monster from the year before last, with its eons of accumulated malevolence, would serve as a veritable banquet for the Spirit of Vengeance.
"Very well, lead me to this locality known as Wheelsy," Jon declared, his tone resolute as he pivoted to exit the room, casting a backward glance at Nancy, "Regrettably, Nancy, our tutorial session must be deferred for today."
"Just be careful!" Nancy called out after him, her concern evident.
Luke remained motionless for a brief moment, a perplexed expression crossing his face as he murmured to himself, "Hold on, when did I disclose the town's name to him?"
He was certain that he had not mentioned Wheelsy to either Nancy or Jon. In the throes of his panic, even he had momentarily forgotten the name; it was Jon who had jogged his memory.
But he quickly dismissed the puzzle, attributing Jon's knowledge to his seemingly omniscient nature.
"Your vehicle won't suffice; we'll take mine. Guide me there," Jon instructed, effortlessly unlocking his car with the remote.
Luke's surprise was palpable as he gestured towards his vehicle, prompting a young man with a disheveled appearance to emerge.
"Who might this be?" Jon inquired, his brow furrowed in curiosity.
"This is Killer. He helped my escape from the town," Luke introduced.
"Killer?" Jon echoed, his surprise evident in his tone.
Killer, quickly picking up on the bewilderment his moniker elicited, clarified, "Yes, that's my name. I'm a butcher by trade; my father spent his life working in a slaughterhouse. But... are you the specialist that Luke spoke of?"
Killer eyed the unassuming young man before him with a hint of skepticism.
"Perhaps you were expecting someone more... seasoned? An elder with sunglasses and a flowing beard?" Jon quipped with a light chuckle before sliding into the driver's seat of his car.
Killer's eyes widened at the sight of Jon's sleek sports car, the likes of which had never graced the streets of their town—not even Grant, the wealthy businessman turned monster, had possessed such an extravagant vehicle.
He couldn't shake the thought that perhaps Jon was some affluent heir of a wealthy family, masquerading as am exorcist of some sort.
Despite his reservations about Jon, Killer's thoughts were with his family, compelling him to return to the fray, regardless of the risk.
"Time is of the essence. We must reach the town within thirty minutes, or we'll be too late to contain the outbreak!" Killer implored with urgency.
"Thirty minutes? I assure you, we'll be there in ten," Jon boasted confidently, the engine roaring to life as he pressed the accelerator to the floor.
Luke and Killer, unprepared for the sudden surge of speed, scrambled to fasten their seatbelts.
"Mind the speed limits!" Luke cautioned, his voice tinged with alarm.
"Do you truly believe that's my concern at this moment?" Jon retorted, his focus unwavering as the car sped forward.
***
In a mere seven or eight minutes, Jon's vehicle pierced the boundary of the town. A pungent odor of blood assailed their senses upon entry, a grim testament to the chaos that had transpired.
Simultaneously, an overwhelming aura of sin enveloped them. Even Jon, accustomed to confronting the malevolent, felt an icy shiver run down his spine as the Spirit of Vengeance within him began to stir with anticipation.
Slowing the car to a cautious pace, Jon navigated a turn and proceeded into the heart of the town with deliberate slowness.
"Doesn't the silence here strike you as ominous?" Luke voiced, his tone laden with foreboding.
"Our town has always been a haven of tranquility, but this... this is very unusual!" Killer remarked, his voice tinged with a chill that matched the air around them.
"It seems we're left with one grim inference: the majority of the townsfolk have fallen prey to the creature's influence," Jon deduced, his voice steady yet carrying the weight of the situation.
Killer felt a cold dread settle in his bones at Jon's words, a stark contrast to the warmth that once filled the streets of his hometown.
Suddenly, a group of shambling figures emerged into their field of vision, their movements unnatural and disjointed.
"We are late! The monster has claimed them all!" Killer's voice cracked with despair.
Jon's lips curled into a mirthless sneer. With a decisive thrust of his foot against the accelerator, the sports car lunged forward like a predator.
In a fleeting moment, marked by the gruesome sound of rending and the splatter of crimson, Jon's car plowed through the bodies with a grim determination.
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Bab 152: Chapter 150: A Fraud?
"Shit, you're insane!" Killer's voice ricocheted through the confines of the car, his words laced with a mix of awe and terror. He was hunkered down in the backseat, gripping the leather as if it were the only thing anchoring him to reality.
The night was alive with chaos, the roar of Jon's engine slicing through the infected humans. With each aggressive swerve and turn, the car's high-performance tires gripped the asphalt, leaving behind a horde of infected, their bodies now nothing more than a macabre tableau painted across the desolate road.
Jon's voice cut through the tension, as cold and unyielding as steel. "I need to remind you all, what we're about to face is not some demon or evil spirit, but an alien being."
"Aliens?" Luke's voice was a cocktail of incredulity and fear, a stark contrast to the hardened edge of Jon's. The concept of extraterrestrial life had never been more than a distant thought, a fantasy relegated to the silver screen, yet here it was, confronting him in the flesh.
"Hey, wait! As an exorcist, do you even deal with aliens?" Luke's question hung in the air, a testament to the surreal turn their lives had taken.
Jon's sneer was almost audible, a sound that seemed to mock their ignorance. "Being an exorcist is just a cover story I made up, and my real identity is not that of an exorcist." He paused, the weight of his next words hanging between them. "I am some kind of a supernatural judge."
"A Judge?" Luke's confusion was palpable, his mind struggling to keep pace with the revelations unfolding before him.
"Yes, to judge all the sins in this world, and not just human sins, but also those of ghosts, demons, and aliens! Any creature that has sinned must face my judgment!" Jon's declaration was a solemn vow, a promise etched in the very fabric of the universe.
As they entered the small town, the scene that greeted them was one of apocalyptic dread. Shaky figures, reminiscent of zombies, staggered through the streets, their moans a haunting melody to the night's grim chorus.
"Tell me Luke, who are the real sinners?" Jon asked in a serious tone.
"Demons..." Luke's response was a whisper, a faint echo of the conviction that Jon's presence inspired.
Jon's smile was a rare glimpse of humanity, a fleeting moment before his gaze returned to the road ahead, his voice a low growl. "This alien creature has slaughtered countless intelligent beings across multiple planets; its sins are deeper than anything I've ever seen!"
The evil that permeated the air was a tangible force, a darkness that dwarfed the malevolence of Voldemort, Serleena, Boris the Animal, and a legion of other villains that Jon punished.
Abruptly, Jon hit the brakes, the car halting with such force that it seemed to defy the laws of physics.
"Why... why are we stopping?!" Killer's voice was tinged with panic, his instincts screaming that the safety of the car's interior was preferable to the unknown dangers outside.
"To solve the problem, one must get out and deal with it personally." Jon's words were a decree, his resolve unshakable as he opened the car door.
"Hey, wait!" Killer's protest was a desperate plea, but Jon was unmoved.
"If you're scared, just wait in the car." With those final words, Jon stepped into the fray, the night swallowing him whole.
Luke followed without a second thought, his trust in Jon unwavering. Killer, after a moment of internal struggle, set his jaw and joined them, his determination overcoming his fear.
Jon handed them each a small silver high-tech pistol, the metal gleaming under the moonlight.
"What... what is this?" Luke's question was laced with curiosity and a hint of skepticism. The gun was unlike any he had seen, compact and futuristic, more akin to a prop from a sci-fi blockbuster than a weapon of war.
"A specialized weapon for killing aliens." Jon's tone was matter-of-fact, his face an unreadable mask.
As the two blood-mouthed humans charged with guttural screams, the night air was split by their cries.
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
Instinct took over.
Bang, bang!
Luke and Killer, with unsteady hands, raised their pistols. The weapons, deceptively small, unleashed beams of searing light, obliterating the heads of their attackers in a gruesome display. The recoil was unexpected, powerful, knocking them back onto the ground, their breaths escaping in sharp gasps.
They stared at the guns, disbelief etched on their faces, as the headless corpses began to stir. From the ragged necks, two blood-red worms wriggled free, grotesque and alien.
"Ah, shit, that's it, that's what turned Mrs. Glenn into that!" Luke's voice trembled with horror, his aim shaky as he tried to target the writhing parasite. His inexperience with firearms was evident; the high-tech weapon felt alien in his hands.
The blood worm lunged with a sudden burst of speed, aiming for Luke's mouth. But in a flash, Jon's hand snatched it from the air, his grip unyielding. With a burst of hellfire, the worm was reduced to ashes. His boot came down hard on the second worm, obliterating it with a sickening crunch.
Luke and Killer exhaled in relief, their confidence bolstered by Jon's swift actions.
Regaining his footing, Luke, still gripping the pistol, asked, "How did you get this thing?"
"War trophies from killing aliens," Jon replied with a nonchalance that belied the gravity of their situation.
Luke paused, his mind racing—was Jon serious, or was this another layer of deception?
Bang, bang, bang!
The sound of gunfire snapped them back to reality. They turned towards the source of the commotion.
"It's coming from the woods over there!" Killer's voice was tense, his eyes scanning the treeline.
"Let's check it out!" Jon commanded, his voice cutting through the night.
They advanced towards the woods, the underbrush crunching beneath their feet. Jon led the way, his movements precise and deliberate.
Bang! Bang!
"Die, you sons of bitches!" The voice from the jungle was rough, tinged with desperation and fury. Gunshots echoed, punctuated by the flashes of muzzle fire.
***
Jon, with a steely gaze, led Luke and Killer through the dense underbrush toward the gunfire. They emerged to a scene: a young man clad in a police uniform, his handgun barking death at the infected lurching towards him, while a young, beautiful blonde woman cowered behind him.
"Are you okay, Starla?!" the officer called out, his voice a mix of concern and adrenaline.
"I'm fine, Bill!" Starla's voice trembled, but her words were firm.
Bill, the town's sheriff, and Starla, the wife of the wealthy businessman Grant—whose body was now a vessel for an alien entity—were the main protagonists of this horror unfolding in real-time.
The rustling of the bushes put Bill on high alert, his gun snapping towards the sound, ready to unleash leaden fury on another wave of the infected.
"Heh heh, don't get excited, it's me, Bill!" Killer's voice cut through the tension as he stepped forward with raised hands, a gesture of peace to the familiar face of law enforcement.
Bill's eyes narrowed as he assessed the trio, his gun lowering incrementally as he recognized the absence of the infected's erratic behavior.
"Who are these two?" Bill's question was direct, his gaze shifting between Luke and Jon.
Killer stepped in, "This is the lawyer, Luke Matthews, and this is..." He hesitated, unsure how to present Jon.
"Uh... this is Mr. Jon Vinson, the Exorcist." Killer finally said, with a hint of uncertainty.
Bill's reaction was immediate—a hearty laugh that cut through the grim atmosphere. "Hahaha, a fraud then, huh! Hey, kid, if you want to scam money, go somewhere else. With all these monsters around, you'll be dead before you make a cent~!"
His laughter was short-lived as the bushes betrayed more movement. Two, no, three infected staggered into view, their grotesque forms a stark reminder of the reality they faced.
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