Chapter 27
Gretchen
As
Gretchen sobbed on the grass in front of her apartment she heard footsteps
approaching. She looked up and through
tear clouded eyes she saw a girl approach.
She was bundled up head to toe but Gretchen recognized those black orbs
for eyes.
It
was her little sister, Hannah.
“What
are you doing here?” Gretchen
asked.
She
wiped her nose and tried to regain control of herself.
“I’m
going about my father’s business.”
“You
shouldn’t be here.”
“I
was ordered to come. Its time you came
home,” Hannah said.
Gretchen
stood up and brushed her knees off.
“I
can’t go. I have too much work to do.”
“Well,
it isn’t your boyfriend keeping you here anymore. I made sure of that.”
Gretchen
paused and looked at Hannah. Even though
she wore a scarf covering her face, she could tell Hannah was smiling. It was that cheerless predatory smile of a
shark.
“What
did you do, Hannah?”
“Nothing
much. Just put a simple enchantment on
that gentleman to make him attack you. I
also put a little spell on lover boy so he’d believe me when I told him you
were killing people.”
Blue
energy surrounded Gretchen’s hands as her rage built up. Nyrulth’s Lighting came to her bidding without
being asked. The spell fed off of
anger.
“Oh!
Hit a sore spot, did I?” Hannah
said.
“I
should kill you right here.”
“Go
ahead and try. You’ll just humiliate
yourself and you’ll still end up coming home with me.”
“I’m
never going home.”
“Father
said you might say that.”
Gretchen
stretched out her hands and sent the blue lightening striking out at
Hannah.
Hannah
casually raised one hand and the lightening burst on an invisible shield.
“That
all you got?” Hannah asked.
“I’m
older. I know more than you.”
“But
I studied more, at least the things that mattered. Father taught me things he’d never teach
you. You’re soft and weak. Always have been.”
Gretchen
let loose a bolt of Dark Fire. The ball
of black fire streaked toward Hannah but she batted it away like it was a
tennis ball.
Then
Hanna reached out with one hand and Gretchen was suddenly gripped in the most
searing pain she had ever felt. She
collapsed to the ground and pain wracked her body like someone was sticking
hot, rusty barbs inside her guts.
“Now,
will you come like a good little girl or shall I continue showing you father’s
lessons? Actually, I’m enjoying
this. I’ll keep you like that for a
while.”
Hannah
now stood over her with her hand raised in an unfamiliar gesture. Her black eyes gleamed with the cruel joy of
the sadistic.
“David,
is it? He must be a good kisser if he
had you crying in the grass like that.
Perhaps I can go see for myself after I’m done. I could enjoy his pleasures more than you
could. I’d watch his skin be peeled from
his body as I had my way with him.”
“Screw
you,” Gretchen managed to say between clinched teeth. The pain made thinking and speech almost
impossible.
“That
wasn’t very nice.”
An
old, rusty van from the 70’s pulled up and the back doors opened. Two men she recognized as some of father’s
men jumped out and picked her up. The
pain spell still paralyzed her with agony and there wasn’t a thing she could do
to resist.
They
tossed her in the back of the van and before she knew it the doors were closed
and the van was driving off.
The
pain ended but her body still shook from the memory.
Hannah
peered back at her from the front passenger seat. She removed her scarf and tossed it on the
dashboard.
“I
thought you’d be more difficult, sis,” Hannah said.
Her
gun was in her purse back on the grass.
She should have gotten a concealable holster like David had. Hannah wouldn’t be smiling with a bullet
between her eyes.
“David
thinks you’re a psycho killer. There’s
no reason to go back,” Hannah said.
Gretchen
curled her knees up to her chin and sat there as the van bounced its way down
the road to the highway.
She
had to get out of this. She didn’t want
to go home.
But
why was this even happening? There were
no important rituals scheduled.
“Why
bring me back?” Gretchen asked.
Hannah’s
black eyes widened as her shark mouth grew into a genuine smile.
“Ah! Yes, you don’t know. I’ll call it a surprise party.”
“Tell
me.”
“Make
me.”
They
were silent for a long time. The fishy
henchmen sat there, dumb and unblinking.
“You
know, I don’t really see what you saw in that place. How could you stomach all those ignorant
outsiders?” Hannah asked.
“They
don’t stink of fish.”
“But
you do. Maybe you forgot that, but you
do. Just as much as I do.”
“I
had to eat their weird food. It was
better than public school cafeteria food, but it still tasted of vomit. Bad food, bad company and useless learning. Did any of your professors have an idea what
the real world is? Did any of them
suspect the fate that will befall the world when the Old Ones return?”
Hannah
threw her hands up sighed.
“We’re
the freaks, not them.”
“Yes,
we are. You including. It’s time you remembered where you
belong. I don’t see why father allowed
you to leave. I would have locked you in the attic before I let you
leave.”
“Why
are you so sadistic? Is something broken
in your mind?”
“I
see the world for what it really is. The
strong rule over the weak. Those people are all mindless fish, ready to be
drawn into a net of our making.”
“Of
your making. I’ll have no part in it.”
“If
you say so.”
Hannah
turned back around to face the front.
Neither
of them said anything more for the rest of the trip.
Around
midnight the van pulled up in front of the Marsh mansion. The back opened up and father stood there
with two more of his men.
He
was hunched over with a cane and his back and arms were more massive than she
remembered. His changes were coming
faster. That meant his time to return to
the sea was growing near.
He
wore a dark suit that was obviously sewn together just for him and his changing
shape. His hands were webbed and clawed
and he had no hair on his head. His jaw
was square and powerful and by all accounts he had been a handsome man in his
youth.
His
distorted face with its downturned mouth and black, unblinking eyes faced her.
Only hints of his former good looks were left.
“Daughter. You are needed here. We have much work to do.”
He
waved off the guards that were about to drag her out of the van and waved for
her to follow him.
She
crawled out of the noisy van and followed father and Hannah into the mansion
and took seats in the parlor.
The
mansion seemed even uglier than she remembered.
The carpet was nearly black with stains and holes showed the rotten wood
beneath. Any civilized place would have
had this mansion condemned years ago.
But
Innsmouth wasn’t a civilized place.
“I
need to ask you questions, Gretchen. I
need you to answer them truthfully,” father said.
Gretchen
merely nodded.
“During
your time there, did you have sexual relations with anyone?”
Her
thoughts instantly turned to David. He
had touched her but they had not done anything that could produce a child.
“No.”
Hannah
laughed.
“Really? I watched you for days. I thought for sure you were screwing,” Hannah
said.
“We
weren’t,” Gretchen snapped.
Father
held up his hand to silence Hannah.
“Did
you divulge the secret of Dagon and Mother Hydra?”
“No.”
Actually
she had told David all about the cult of Innsmouth and how dangerous it was.
“Have
you come into contact with any being that would be in conflict with Dagon and
Mother Hydra?”
“Hastur
and Nylarthotep.”
“Truly?”
“Yes. Why ask.”
“Then
you must be cleansed before we can begin.”
“Begin
what?”
Father
stood up and began walking out of the room.
Hannah sighed of boredom and followed him out.
“Gretchen,
go up to your room and don’t try to leave.
There are worse dangers out there than my loyal men,” father said before
leaving her view completely.
With
that, she was left to ponder her fate.
There
was nothing to do but go up to her room and try to think of a way out of
this. She had to escape. After seeing the goodness of David and Beth
she knew how vile her people really were.
David. She wished he was here.
Damn
Hannah. She had spelled him to fall for
her lies. But those spells were
effective and he would believe them. In
his eyes she was a horrible murderer.
Could that ever be fixed or was her chance at happiness forever
ruined?
Her
old room was just as she had left it.
Spartan, decaying and lifeless.
The bed had dust on it and a leak of the roof had formed a puddle on the
floor.
She
walked over to the window to look out over the ocean. There was no moon so all that greeted her was
a vast nothingness.
Down
on the lawn she saw one of father’s men walking around with a rifle. Thanks to David she recognized it as an
AK-47.
They
were keeping her here. If she tried to escape she’d either have to face those
armed men or her little sister.
How
had she become so powerful in such a short time? It was also possible that she had been more
powerful for a long time. She had always
suspected that they were keeping things from her and it had never bothered her
before. She hadn’t wanted to know what
they were doing in secret. But her lack
of knowledge was a severe problem.
She
stripped down and crawled under the thick sheets. The bed felt like stone compared to her bed
back in the dorm. A smelly, dusty stone.
Gretchen
wondered what David was doing. Would he
worry about where she went or would he be glad to be rid of a murderous
witch? Maybe he cursed the day he met
her and realized what a folly it had been to make her a friend.
She
awoke to a cold, gray morning. The house
didn’t have heating so she searched her closet for one of her old coats. She put that on and put the hood up. Then she
went downstairs and found one of the servants, a large woman with eyes that
were too far apart and too small, stoking the fire in the parlor.
“Is
my father about?” She asked.
“Yes,
man,” the woman croaked and went back to tending the fire.
“Where
is he?”
The
woman pointed with a webbed hand at towards the dinning room. Gretchen took a deep breath to steel her
courage and walked into the dinning room.
Father, her step mother and Hannah were all sitting down to breakfast, a
mushy porridge she despised.
“Have
a seat,” her step mother said.
She
was tall, but with a neck that was too long and a face that was too narrow and
long. She had on her Thursday wig. She didn’t have any natural hair. Her eyebrows were poorly painted on but she
always thought she looked perfect. She
looked grotesque.
“Are
you missing David dearest?” Hannah
asked.
She
ignored her sister’s taunting and took a seat on the far end of the table from
the others.
Another
servant, a fishy looking woman with somewhat blueish skin came in with a bowl
of gruel for her.
She
ignored the bowl of slop in front of her.
“What
do you want with me?” Gretchen
asked.
“Please
eat, you must be famished,” Father said.
“I
don’t recall any important ceremonies.
Why was I pulled away?”
“There’s
a special situation we need your help with.
It requires both you and your sister,” Father said.
He
was looking at a newspaper while eating.
He hated the outside world so she always wondered why he bothered
reading their papers.
“What
kind of situation?”
“A
one in a century opportunity. We need
you both and by the end, one of you will be High Priestess.”
“Where
will you be?” Gretchen asked.
“I’ll
return to the sea.”
“Hannah
would make a better High Priestess. Let
her do it and leave me be. I wish to
return to school.”
“You
can’t. After the ceremony then you may
return. But for now, I need you
here. This is too important.”
“Why
won’t you tell me what it is?”
Her
father continued reading the paper in silence while her step mother looked her
usual bored self and Hanna covered her mouth to restrain a giggle.
She
didn’t like the way things were going.
They always hid things from her, but they usually made an effort to hide
the fact they were hiding things. Now
they were shoving it in her face.
Something
had changed.
After
the uneaten breakfast she went to the library for something to do. If father was telling the truth then all she
had to do was this one ceremony and then she’d be able to go back home.
But
she didn’t believe it was as simple as that.
She
got an old grimoire from the early colonization of North
America to take it up to her room to begin studying.
As
she headed to her room she passed by father’s study. She heard him talking to Hannah, but the
hushed whispers in their voices made her pause and reconsider. She leaned flat
against the wall near the door and listened.
“She’s
a dolt. She doesn’t know anything,”
Hannah said.
“I’ve
warned you about that,” father said.
“About
what?”
“Assuming
everyone around you is an idiot.”
“In
this case it’s true. She doesn’t even
realize the significance of the date.
She has no clue.”
“Then
don’t say anything to lead her to suspect.
She believes she’ll be going back to that filthy university when we’re
done with her.”
“Can
I keep her skull?”
“Of
course you can. I never could say ‘no’
to you even if I wanted.”
Gretchen’s
chest constricted and she suddenly fount it hard to breathe. She slunk away from the door and hurried back
up to her room and locked the door.
They
were planning on killing her. She paced
around the room, tried sitting and paced some more. What was she supposed to do? David would know.
David,
where are you?”