Jenny Plague-Bringer: (Jenny Pox #4) (14 page)
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Authors: J. Bryan
Tags: #Occult & Supernatural, #Fiction
“Wise choice,” Filip said.
“Have a good night, Filip,” Juliana said. She walked back into the fairgrounds, Sebastian
at her side.
“Ah, Sebastian,” Filip called after him. “I can see you’ve forgotten, but you did
not help close down the house for the night. We still have work to do.”
“Oh, sorry, Filip.” Sebastian turned to Juliana and kissed her cheek. “Good night,”
he whispered in her ear.
“Good night,” she whispered back. She watched the two of them return to the haunted
house.
She glowed as she walked back to her tent, still feeling his lips on her face.
“Oh, come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant...sing it, Nevaeh!” Darcy said, bobbing
her head to the Casting Crowns CD as she strung lights on the tree in her apartment.
Nevaeh, almost fourteen months old, rose onto her feet, giggling, and grabbed onto
the strand of glowing, teardrop-shaped electric bulbs. She yanked them from the tree
and tried to stuff the bright bulbs into her mouth.
“Nevaeh, stop that!” Darcy knelt and pulled the string of lights away from her.
The little girl screamed, her face turned red, and she grabbed insistently for the
lights.
“Nevaeh, no! You’ll shock yourself!” Darcy held the lights even farther away, and
Nevaeh shrieked again, slapping Darcy in the face. “Nevaeh!” Darcy gasped.
Decorating the apartment for the holiday had been a struggle all along, from Nevaeh
trying to eat the cotton lambs from the nativity scene to Darcy trying to figure just
what in Juniper she was supposed to do with all the Catholic stuff Ramon’s mom had
given them, like statues and candles of saints.
She was Darcy Espinoza now, a clerk at Patterns & Pins in Columbia, but she thought
she could make assistant manager in a few months if she played her cards right, and
if Bernice retired when everyone expected her to. Her husband Ramon was a cook at
a MexiCarolina fusion place. Ramon’s mother lived here in Columbia, too, and she
watched the baby a lot, which gave Ramon time to study culinary arts during the day.
It also gave Darcy time to attend praise-based Christian aerobics class four times
a week.
Darcy liked their little apartment in the city. Life felt like an adventure here,
far away from all the misery of Fallen Oak. It was a pretty safe little adventure,
and she liked that, too.
Darcy picked up Nevaeh and touched their noses together, looking into her baby’s flat
brown little eyes. They were just like her father’s, Bret Daniels from Fallen Oak.
Ramon wanted to have more babies, and Darcy hoped for a little boy next time, one
she could give a pretty Spanish name.
“Oh come, let us adore Him,” Darcy sang into her little girl’s face. “Oh come, let
us adore Him...”
A fist banged on her front door, startling her. Nevaeh began screaming and ripped
at the little ribbons in her hair.
“Sh! It’s okay...sh!” Darcy went to the front door and looked out through the lens.
In a big city like Columbia, with over a hundred thousand people, it wasn’t safe to
just go and open the door to anybody.
She saw three men outside, all in dark suits, one of them many years older than the
others. He stood at the front of the group, staring at her door. They looked important,
like police officers.
“Hello?” Darcy asked through the door.
“Darcy Metcalf?”
“Espinoza,” she added.
“Excuse me?”
“Darcy Metcalf Espinoza. I’m married, you know. My husband will be home soon.”
“Mrs...Espinoza,” the man said. He held up a badge. “I’m Constable Ward Brown of
the South Carolina State Law Enforcement Division.”
Darcy gasped. The state police! She hoped Ramon wasn’t in some kind of trouble.
“What can I do for you?” Darcy asked.
“You can start by opening the door, ma’am,” he said.
“Oh, Goonies! I’m sorry!” Darcy hurried to unlock and open it. Nevaeh immediately
charged on hands and knees toward the open door, determined to escape the apartment.
Darcy had to block her with her leg, and the toddler responded by screaming and pounding
Darcy’s knee with her fists.
“We need to come in and ask a few questions,” Constable Ward Brown told her.
“Yes, sir. Come on, Nevaeh!” Darcy scooped up her daughter, who responded with screaming,
kicking, and pulling Darcy’s hair. “Okey-dokes, I guess you can come inside. Sorry
about the mess everywhere.” Darcy nodded at the open boxes of decorations and wrapping
paper scattered through the small living room. “Just trying to deck the halls a smidge!
‘Tis the season, you know!”
“Uh, yes,” Ward said, following her inside. He nodded back at his two men, and they
stayed outside, closing the door after him. He was clearly the boss, Darcy thought.
“You can sit on the couch, but watch out for the glitter and ribbons!” Darcy warned.
“Can I get you anything? Fruitcake? Christmas Krispies? I make them with Rice Krispies,
you know, and food coloring.”
“No, thank you.” Ward glanced at the gift-wrapping flotsam that covered the couch,
and he sat in the easy chair instead.
Darcy frowned, thinking Ramon wouldn’t like some stranger sitting in his favorite
chair. She sank down to the couch, where Nevaeh immediately grabbed double handfuls
of ribbon and stuffed them in her mouth.
“Nevaeh, stop it!” Darcy barked. “I’m sorry, officer. What did you want to ask about?”
“Mrs. Metcalf—”
“Espinoza.” She held up her left hand, displaying a wedding ring with a tiny flake
of diamond.
“Mrs. Espinoza, after the Easter events in Fallen Oak...I’m sure you know which Easter
I’m talking about...you gave a very interesting interview to a doctor from the Centers
for Disease Control. Isn’t that right?”
“Oh, Gobstoppers, that was so long ago,” Darcy said.
“You said two kids from your town, Jennifer Morton and Jonathan Seth Barrett IV, were
most likely responsible for the event. You made a reference to witchcraft.”
“I know, it sounds crazy,” Darcy said.
“Why did you believe they were involved?”
“Just all the witchy things they did. Nevaeh, put that down!” The little girl had
opened a can of gold and tinsel glitter, which spilled everywhere as Darcy tried to
wrestle it away from her. Nevaeh screeched and cried.
“What kind of witchy things?” Ward asked, ignoring the wailing baby completely.
Darcy, while struggling with Nevaeh, managed to tell him about the time the tractor
had fallen on Jenny’s dad, and he should have died, but Seth healed him in front of
a small crowd of people. That was when everyone had started talking about witchcraft.
Then, on Easter, Darcy and some other girls had seen Jenny afterward, at Ashleigh's
house.
“She killed Ashleigh until she was nothing but bones and junk,” Darcy told Ward. “I
know, because I buried her. And then Jenny jumped in the pond and had to’ve drowned,
but then she was alive and perfectly okay after that.” Nevaeh smacked Darcy in the
face a few times, and Darcy lowered the girl so she could crawl around on the carpet.
“I know this might sound strange to you, because not everyone is a believer, but I
think God and Satan had a showdown in Fallen Oak. It looked like the devil won at
first, but then really God won. I’m still glad to be away from that place, though.”
Ward leaned forward and touched the back of her hand.
“I’m a believer, Darcy,” Ward said. “You can tell me anything, especially about Jenny
Morton.”
“Oh, whoosh! Big relief,” Darcy said. “You never know, with so much atheism these
days. So, anywho, I think Jenny and Seth were on the devil’s side, and then Ashleigh
and us were on God’s side.”
“Why do you say the devil won, and then God won?”
“First, Jenny defeated Ashleigh, and then Ashleigh was dead. But later, God sent
Ashleigh back with the angels, and whatever she did must have worked, because Jenny
was pretty much gone after that. I only saw her like one more time. Nevaeh!”
Nevaeh had crawled back to the tree and plucked a bright red ornament, and she was
currently attempting to eat it like an apple. She squalled when Darcy took it away
from her.
“You say Jenny defeated Ashleigh. That was Easter?” he asked.
“Uh-huh.” Darcy picked up the crying Nevaeh again and held her.
“Explain the part about Ashleigh and the angels?”
“Oh, I can try. You see, these two angels came to me. One of them pretended to be
Ashleigh's cousin at first, he even looked like her, same gray eyes. The other one
was Mexican-looking, but I guess angels aren’t really from Mexico or America or anything.
Anywho, this angel brought Ashleigh's soul back, and Ashleigh had to use my body for
a while. To finally defeat Jenny, I guess. Like she couldn’t finish her mission
in life, so I had to help her.”
Ward was just staring at her, his eyebrows raised.
“Aren’t you taking notes or anything?” Darcy asked. “I thought cops took notes.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll remember everything you say. How was it that Ashleigh finally
defeated Jenny?”
“I dunno. That big riot in Charleston must have been part of it. Because Ashleigh's
spirit left me after that, and I woke up in a hotel room and didn’t remember too much.”
“I spoke with your parents in Fallen Oak, Darcy,” he said. “They told me you were
friends with Jenny, at one point.”
“Nah, that must have been Ashleigh's soul working through me. Tricking her, maybe.
I don’t really remember what all happened, because it was like I was asleep while
Ashleigh was in me.”
Nevaeh wailed, snot pouring down from her nose.
“That’s a lovely baby you have there.” Ward stood and touched Darcy’s shoulder. This
time, his touch was like ice water, flowing through her shoulder and up to her brain.
For a moment, Darcy relived her memories—the two angels sitting in her room, then
Ashleigh’s soul filling her up, a quick flash of Ashleigh’s face...and then, weeks
later, waking up in the hotel room, her purse missing. Finding out she’d checked
in under her dad’s credit card, which he’d reported stolen. Having no ID and going
to jail.
Then, months later, Jenny and Seth coming to the Taco Bell and giving Darcy the PayPal
card from Ashleigh’s charity. A couple of days after that, Darcy heard both of them
had died in the fire at Barrett House.
“That was another thing I wanted to ask about,” Ward said. “How did you come to administer
the funds raised by Ashleigh Goodling? Why did she give you all that money?”
“So I could hand it out to everyone. I did it, too. An equal amount to every girl.
That was another witchy thing about Jenny, all those girls getting pregnant.”
“But it was Jenny who gave you the money? That surprises me. I thought you said
she was evil.”
“Even the devil is ruled by God, you know,” Darcy said. “Maybe she had to give it
to me for some reason. I dunno. But I did what I felt like I was supposed to do.”
Ward nodded, backing away from her.
“That’s a very...unexpected story,” he said.
“It’s all true!”
“I know it is. That’s the strangest part of all.” Ward shook his head. “You’ve been
both less and more informative than I expected.”
“Well, I’m sorry and you’re welcome, I guess!” Darcy smiled, and Nevaeh punched her
in the mouth. The little girl shrieked and cried even louder.
“Sure. It would be best not to mention we were here, Mrs. Espinoza. Not to anyone.
That could be construed as interfering in our investigation.”
“Oh, golly! I won’t tell anyone, pinky promise!”
“Right. Have a good evening, Mrs. Espinoza.” Ward opened her front door and stepped
out to the hall.
“Merry Christmas, officers!” Darcy shouted at him and the two police officers outside,
but nobody said “Merry Christmas” back. Darcy wondered whether the constable was
really a believer or not.
* * *
“Five, six,” Ward said, as Avery and Buchanan trailed him through the apartment building’s
breezeway, toward the concrete steps. “One of them’s dead, but she can possess the
living. Another one can communicate with the dead. And we have another appearance
from our friend with the fearful touch and gray eyes. I wouldn’t be surprised if
he turned out to be the mastermind. If Senator Mayfield doesn’t do us a favor and
die tomorrow, our next move is track down ‘Tommy’ and a Latino girl named ‘Esmeralda’...no
known surnames.”
“That doesn’t sound like much for the data miners to go on, sir,” Buchanan said.
“The rare eye color might help us identify the male,” Ward told him. “Search police
and prison records, all the usual.”
Avery held the door as Ward climbed into the car. When they pulled out of their parking
spot, Ward said, “It looks like there are two factions. This Esmeralda, Ashleigh,
and Tommy were one—Tommy is probably the ringleader. Jenny and Seth are another.”
“What about the zombie guy?” Avery asked.
“We don’t know where he fits, do we? But I believe the events we’ve seen—the Easter
plague in Fallen Oak, the riot in Charleston, the Barrett House fire—are all simply
side effects of their conflict. They leave a path of destruction behind them.”
“Sounds like somebody ought to neutralize ‘em,” Avery said.
“Acquire or neutralize, that’s our objective,” Ward said. “This ‘Tommy’ has a particularly
dangerous power. We find him first. If we can bring him over, his entire faction
might follow their leader.”