Evil Origins: A Horror & Dark Fantasy Collection

by J. Thorn

  “Who’s there?” asked the voice from inside. “Is it Goldilocks?”

  Molly turned away from the cabin, her tears lost in the rain. Ravna stood and inched closer to the threshold.

  “Mashoka?” he asked.

  “Come and see for yourself,” replied the voice.

  Ravna brushed past Drew to the crumpled body lying on the floor. He saw Mashoka’s cane and turned away from the bloody mess.

  “What have you done, Drew?”

  He stood, grinning at Ravna, blood dripping from his face. “He will hunt me no more.”

  Ravna looked into the man’s face. Drew’s eyes bounced around in their sockets like marbles rolling in a porcelain sink. His face had lost its natural color and appeared to take on a gray tint in the dim light of the cabin. Drew’s hair sat matted on the top of his head with clumps of blood and flesh strewn throughout.

  “I’ve called the police. They’re on their way.”

  Drew threw his head back in laughter. “The authorities?” asked Gaki. “They won’t save you or the woman. The deal has been brokered. She is mine. Stand aside or I will take you also.”

  Ravna clenched both fists and bent his knees. “Leave her be. You have taken Mashoka.”

  “The old man didn’t finish your apprenticeship, did he? Too bad, or he would have warned you of Gaki’s appetite. Don’t you tell me when I have had enough.”

  Drew swung his arm in a slow arc toward Ravna. The younger man ducked and came back to his defensive stance before Drew realized he missed.

  “The ancients passed the ritual of the Hunt to the Hunters, and I am one of that line.”

  Drew froze and looked into the eyes of Ravna. He hesitated, glancing first at the remains of Mashoka and then back at Ravna. Before he could speak, darkness engulfed his vision and the fury of the storm faded into silence.

  ***

  Drew opened his eyes. He fluttered the lids until he could shake off the weight of the darkness. He was back in the cave where Gaki had killed Vivian, but he was now in the chair, arms and legs bound to it. The damp smell came back, filling his mouth with a sour taste. He wore torn and frayed pants, but no shirt. His neck ached and the rope bindings burned his flesh. He looked around at nothing but stone walls and blackness when he heard the question.

  “Comfy?” asked Gaki.

  “What are you doing to me?” replied Drew.

  “It is the young one, Mashoka’s man-child. He has cast us into the other realm, but only temporarily. He does not know the full ramifications of his actions.”

  Drew shook his head, unable to see Gaki. He thought about what the creature said and the manner in which he spoke. Gaki’s speech had become specific and articulate.

  “Are we stuck here?” Drew asked.

  Gaki stepped from the shadows. His body appeared as it always had, stringy, malnourished, and bluish-gray. But his eyes were lit with a fire Drew had not seen before.

  “You are,” he replied, pointing to the bindings on Drew’s wrists and ankles.

  “Why?”

  “Don’t play the fool,” Gaki replied. “You signed the deal. You saved your offspring with the blood of the woman.”

  Drew shook his head. He looked at his hands, which were covered with bruises akin to those suffered by the pugilist. He felt a dull pain on the side of his head. “Are you bringing her here?” he asked.

  Gaki grinned, revealing thin, brown teeth filed to a dull edge. “No. You are.”

  “I cannot.”

  “Cannot what?” asked Gaki. “You signed her over. What should the manner of her passing matter to you?”

  “She is my wife,” replied Drew.

  “She no longer belongs to you,” said Gaki.

  Drew shifted in the chair, testing the strength of the bindings. He moved his waist in the chair, but his arms and legs remained fixed. “Where are my children?”

  Gaki waved a thin, tubular arm at the wall. A dim light spread from the center as if a dying bulb was hidden in gauze. Figures moved on it, slowly coming into focus. Drew saw Billy and Sara at Molly’s parents’ house. They sat on the floor of the living room, watching television.

  “How do I know that is not some trickery of yours?” Drew asked.

  “You don’t. What you do know is that all creatures are bound to the Code. The bargain I struck with you must be sealed and I can no more back out of it than you can.”

  Drew winced, a dull throbbing starting on his left side under the rib cage.

  “Is this it for us?” Drew asked. “Will you leave me forever and let me die in peace?”

  “Yes,” replied Gaki.

  ***

  Ravna stood over Drew. The blow to the head and the kick to his ribs appeared to knock him unconscious. He laughed, thinking of the countless horror movies where he cheered for the death of the villain, the bad guy. And after all that, he could not do it. Even a wild, possessed man that killed his friend could not evoke a cold-blooded murder. If Drew came at him, he would defend himself, but Ravna could no more kill the man that lay at his feet than he could bring Mashoka back.

  He turned to the door, where the storm had descended to ground level. The winds and the darkness dropped from high above the old oaks to the leaf-covered ground. He remembered the woman he had carried out of the cabin and ran toward her. He saw the edge of the woman’s jacket protruding from a pile of leaves. Ravna ran, dodging projectiles launched through the air by the storm. He reached down to grab the woman and came up with only the jacket.

  The wind knocked Ravna off his feet and tossed him into the trunk of a dead tree. He felt the breath pushed from his lungs before passing out.

  ***

  Drew blinked. His eyes burned and he held them closed, hoping he would be back in his cubicle, joking with Brian and making fun of Johnson’s tie. The cave remained, as did the bindings. The office did not return and Gaki stood in front of him, with one significant difference.

  “Help me, Drew,” said Molly.

  He looked up and saw his wife on a mattress stained with various shades of yellows and reds. She lay naked on her back, wrists and ankles bound to the corners.

  “I will not. You cannot make me,” he said to Gaki.

  “Hunger is not the only desire that I find insatiable,” replied Gaki.

  He walked toward the mattress and bent down. His thin, black tongue lashed out at Molly’s feet and slithered up her leg, stopping at the top of her thigh.

  “No! Stop!” yelled Drew.

  Gaki’s neck twisted and he turned to face Drew, retracting his tongue. “You gave her to me. She is mine to do with as I please.”

  Drew closed his eyes and pulled as hard as he could on the bindings. He felt a slight give in the rope on his wrists, and he pushed and pulled until he felt the pressure ease. His fingers squirmed, resuming the circulation to his hands.

  “No, please don’t,” Molly said.

  Drew kept his eyes shut, trying to block the mental images of the creature lording over Molly. Through it all, she bore his children and he would not let her suffer undue pain. If she had to go so the children could live, so be it, but Drew would not sit by and let Gaki desecrate her.

  Drew pulled his left hand free and looked over his right shoulder as he focused on freeing the right hand as well. A sharp cramp struck in his upper back, beneath the shoulder blade. The pain stole his breath and paralyzed him for a moment before he bent down and began untying the bonds on his ankles. He opened his eyes and saw Gaki on top of Molly, his bare, bony frame on her white skin. He heard guttural noises coming from the creature and Molly crying softly beneath them.

  He stood and kicked the chair to one side. Pain shot through both feet and his left arm was numb. Gaki hissed and stood. It turned to face Drew, rotting teeth protruding through a desperate smile.

  “She is mine,” Gaki said. His thin arm lashed out and caught Drew’s head with the back of his hand. Drew winced and felt a startling pain as he tumbled to the ground, eyes swimming ins
ide their sockets.

  “I did not agree to her torture and rape,” Drew said. His ears rang and his eyes stung with tears.

  “Get up,” Gaki said, spitting the words through his broken teeth.

  Drew stood, tilting to one side and holding his head where Gaki had struck him. The creature reared back again, this time delivering a fisted blow to Drew’s face. His nose shattered under the force of the punch, and Drew immediately tasted the warm blood flooding into his mouth and down the back of his throat. Gaki stood back and watched as Drew stumbled in the cavern, grasping at the slimy walls like a sailor on a wet deck.

  “I can punish you with pain like you have never experienced, and then put you back on the earthly plane. You will beg for death before I am through.”

  Drew looked at Molly. White streaks ran down her face where the tears had cleared jagged lines through the dirt. Her knees moved up and down, instinctively checking the bindings and hoping they were beginning to loosen. She kept her eyes closed and bit at her bottom lip. He stood and wiped the blood from his face.

  “Do what you must. I will take her myself if I have to. She will not suffer your disgusting ways.”

  Gaki laughed, the sound echoing off the cavern walls and threatening to shatter Drew’s skull. The creature held the upper hand in his own dimension, and Drew realized his attempt to defeat him here was futile. If he would save Molly from more pain and himself from eternal torture, he would need to shift the fight elsewhere.

  “The one you call ‘man-child.’ He is hunting you as we speak.”

  Gaki stopped laughing and hissed. “The old man had not even begun the boy’s teachings. He would not know where to find me.”

  “Are you sure?” Drew asked, sensing a hint of uncertainty coming from the demon.

  “A most feeble attempt at distraction, one that will not save you from me. Nor will it save her.”

  A sound like pebbles cascading over stone came from the dark corner of the cavern. Drew stopped and squinted, trying to find the source of the noise.

  “You see? It’s him. He is searching for a way in.”

  Gaki loped into the darkness like a creature accustomed to running on four legs instead of two. He disappeared past Drew toward the phantom sounds. Drew ran to Molly and knelt at her side.

  “Wake me up, Drew. I want out of this nightmare.”

  He started to reply and then shut his mouth. It might be better if she thought this experience was a nightmare. Even if he could, Drew realized he did not have enough time to explain it to her. Gaki would return and take his vengeance on both of them.

  “Hey, hon. Do you remember the time we went to West Palm Beach together?”

  Molly smiled through cracked and blistered lips. Her eyes remained closed.

  “We lied to our parents, blew off school, and owned the beach for that week in October. I want you to think of that now. Visualize the beach, the calm waters, us. Can you do that?”

  Molly’s head moved up and down.

  “Good. That memory will get you out of this dream. Lie still and go back to West Palm Beach.”

  A satisfied look spread across her face. Drew saw her jaw relax and a slight smile turned up the corners of her mouth. He went to work on her bindings. With frantic motions, he freed her left hand and then her right. Drew dashed to her ankles and pulled at the rope when he sensed motion coming out of the darkness. “Hold on, hon. Almost free.”

  Gaki appeared with a menace, his sallow, bluish-gray skin full of rage. Drew fumbled with the ropes while his fingers became numb from the chill of the cavern. Molly lay still, at peace with her memory and the illusion that she was in a dream. The creature emerged from the darkness and sensed what was happening. He was within one hundred yards of his prey and the man that would suffer greatly with it.

  Drew yanked the frayed end of the rope through the hoop, freeing the last limb bound to the filthy mattress. He grabbed Molly by the back of the head and slapped her across the face. Her eyes shot open.

  “Run. Run into the darkness as fast as you can and don’t stop until you wake up.”

  Molly nodded. She stood and cantered into the cavern wall, stumbling and fighting to regain her balance.

  “Go!” Drew screamed. He pushed her in the back and turned to face the creature bearing down on him.

  “She is mine!” Gaki roared, his voice bouncing off the cavern walls with enough force to blow out Drew’s left eardrum. He collapsed into the dirt, wincing and believing a skewer was now lodged inside his head.

  Drew looked up in time to see the white sole of Molly’s foot disappear into the darkness. He took a deep breath, not knowing whether or not she would make it out, but knowing he had done everything he could to save her.

  A thin line of saliva appeared in front of Drew’s face like a wet, filthy spider web. The line broke and formed a circle of moisture in the dirt. Drew heard the heaving breath coming from Gaki, and smelled rotting garbage and sewage.

  “I will still have her. And when I get her back, I will pull her body apart, piece by piece, with you as my witness.”

  Drew shook his head, still hunched on his knees and reeling from the aural impact that made his head ring.

  “Get up,” the creature said.

  Drew shook his head, refusing to obey.

  “Get up,” the creature said again. Gaki’s knee met Drew’s chin with enough force to knock out three teeth.

  Drew rolled on to his back, coughing and spitting blood.

  “Your distraction only delayed the inevitable.”

  ***

  Ravna regained consciousness with a head that felt dense. The rain continued to pummel him and the light had not changed. Ravna surmised that he had been out for a matter of minutes, not hours. He stood on wobbly legs and saw that the door to the cabin stood open.

  He walked toward it when he heard sobbing coming from behind the structure. He stumbled toward the noise, using the trees for support, and turned the corner to see the woman sitting on the ground, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, arms wrapped around her legs. She sat naked, shivering, and covered in grime.

  Ravna removed his coat and draped it over her. She looked up at him with what he recognized as the “thousand-yard stare” from all of the war movies he watched on Saturday afternoons.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  The woman shook her head and mumbled something about a nightmare.

  “Where is Drew?” he asked.

  The name struck her like a lead weight. Her body stiffened and she grabbed Ravna’s shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. “Fighting the demon, the blue beast. They are both in my nightmare, but not in West Palm Beach.”

  Ravna turned his head sideways, trying to decipher the words of the woman, who was clearly in shock. Before he could question her further, her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed. He slid his arms underneath her and carried her away from the cabin. Ravna found a fallen tree and set her down behind it, pulling his jacket over as much of her as he could. The rain began to turn into snow. He looked at her again, knowing the elements would trigger hypothermia and take her life. Even the best gear would stave off death only temporarily, and this woman was naked except for his jacket.

  A hideous snarl came from the cabin, followed by high-pitched sounds like two alley cats fighting to the death. Ravna remembered Mashoka and what the demon had done to his body. He shrugged the mental image from his mind and walked toward the gaping maw of the cabin.

  ***

  Ravna stood at the threshold, staring into the unnatural darkness. He heard long sighs like gusts of wind blown across time. A deep cold emanated from the doorway, much colder than that brought by the late-winter storm pummeling the park and all those inside it.

  The air felt heavy in his lungs, wet and brackish. Ravna forced his eyelids all the way up, but could not tell if his eyes were closed or not. He felt the floorboards beneath his feet give way to a gravel path. The screams he heard outside the cabi
n subsided, leaving only the ghastly breath of whatever he had entered.

  It’s a cavern, but not one of this dimension. Be wary of Gaki’s wordplay. Mashoka’s words came to Ravna inside his head. Be the Hunter you aspire to be and send the creature away.

  Ravna felt the pitch of the floor drop as if descending deeper into the earth. His prior knowledge of the one-room cabin conflicted with the perceptions returned by his senses. He continued on until a hazy patch of dim light appeared on the horizon. It grew from the center of a dark chasm until it filled his vision. Ravna walked toward the light. He saw the features of the cave walls appear through the moist darkness. The light came from an ambient source.

  The ceiling of the cavern opened into a long room. Ravna could not see the other side. The natural walls blended into a space where ancient, stone bricks had been cut and placed. An old mattress, soiled and crawling with foreign insects, sat in the middle of the floor.

  Gaki smiled at Ravna through tiny kernels of black teeth. His bald head glowed with a blue tint, as did the rest of his translucent skin. Streaks of dark matter covered his appendages. Gaki tapped his foot on the ground, as if enjoying a tune on a warm, Saturday afternoon. His eyes fixed on Ravna’s, yet he did not move.

  “Welcome, man-child.”

  Ravna stopped and looked beyond Gaki. He could see nothing of the room or the objects inside, save the mattress and the chair. The whispers about his head intensified and he struggled to decipher them, so many spoken at one time.

  “Are you Gaki?” Ravna asked.

  The creature nodded in affirmation.

  “I am here to banish you,” said Ravna.

  “I enjoyed eating the entrails of the old man. I imagine yours will be sweeter, not aged by so many years of sickness and decay.”

  “Where’s Drew?” Ravna asked, ignoring the remark that made his skin shrivel on his bones.

  “Oh, I have ‘contained’ him for now. I gather that he will join me in feasting on your carcass.”