Darkness On The Edge Of Town Part 23

I took a sip of soda. "You're losing me here, Dez."

"The darkness has infected other planets before ours. He invaded most of them, but a few planets invited him. They welcomed him. Wors.h.i.+pped He Who Shall Not Be Named as a G.o.d. The twin moons of Yhe and the fungal gardens of Yaksh. On Io. That big red spot in the middle of Jupiter. And on other versions of Earth, too. See, we're not the only Earth. There are many other Earths, just like ours-but a little different. Maybe on one of them, you don't live in Walden. Maybe you live in New York. Or maybe you have brown hair instead of blond. But it's our Earth's turn now. The darkness has come for us. It brought eternal nighttime-like a total, planet-wide eclipse. It's eaten up every living thing-all the people, animals, plants. It sucked up all their energy and left an empty husk behind, like a locust sh.e.l.l. Did you ever play with locust sh.e.l.ls? I used to when I was young. I remember that. I don't remember much, but I remember that. I used to pick them off the trees and put them in a jar. Then, when I had enough, I'd line them up and have them fight my plastic army men."

"The darkness, Dez. Let's stay focused, buddy."

"I'm sorry. You're right. Another thing the darkness can do is possess people. It takes control of their bodies and uses them to do things that it can't-like wipe out the sigils and seals. But it can't do that this time because some of the words I used keep it from doing so. It can nudge us. Make us fight each other. But it can't actually order us around like puppets. So now it's waiting. When the darkness is done, it will go somewhere else. But like I said, it can't yet, because I stopped it. Everything else is gone, but He Who Shall Not Be Named can't get into Walden. And that has made the darkness very, very angry. I'm sorry that I don't have any ice for your soda."

"That's okay. It's fine like this."

"Do you like it? I like ginger ale. It's fizzy and tickles my nose sometimes."

Sighing, I set the can down on the pallet and ran my hands through my hair.

"Look," I said slowly. "Let me see if I've got this straight. You're telling me that the darkness is alive, and it goes from planet to planet, sucking the energy out of everything before moving on, and now it's here on Earth, which is just one of many different Earths, and it spread out over the planet, but you kept it from coming into Walden?"

Dez beamed. "You've got it! I knew the words and how to keep it out. I did good, right?"

"Yeah, Dez, you did great. If things ever get back to normal, I'm gonna ask the mayor to give you a f.u.c.king giant gold medal and the key to the city."

His smile vanished. "But things aren't going to get back to normal, Robbie. We're all that's left. This is it. A key to the city won't open any doors-at least, not the kind of doors we need now."

"Well, what happened to everyone else on Earth? Where are they?"

"Inside the darkness. Inside its belly. Gone."

My stomach felt like somebody had kicked it. My hands shook and my feet felt cold.

"So...they're all dead? dead? What, you're telling me that the f.u.c.king Earth has been destroyed except for us?" What, you're telling me that the f.u.c.king Earth has been destroyed except for us?"

"No, not destroyed. The Earth is still here. But everyone on it-every living thing-is dead. Swallowed by the darkness."

"Except for us."

"Right."

"Because of your magic f.u.c.king circle."

"It's not a circle. It's a square. It goes all around the town and up into the sky."

"You know what I mean, G.o.dd.a.m.n it!"

"Are you mad at me, Robbie? Did I do something wrong? Do you think I'm a witch?"

I sighed. "No, Dez, I'm not mad at you. I'm just frustrated. This is a little hard for me to believe. Magic and darkness that's alive and f.u.c.king demons..."

"I told you, the Thirteen are not demons."

"Whatever. It's just a little hard to swallow."

"But you saw it for yourself. You saw what the darkness can do."

"Yeah, I did. I'm well aware of what it can do. But even still. All this stuff you're telling me. Maybe it's too much at once, you know?"

"I've only told you a fraction. There's so much other stuff-the Great Deep and the Void, Heaven and h.e.l.l, how the Creator's soul is trapped in an endless cycle here on Earth, and the Labyrinth, with all those doors to all those different levels."

I set the gun and the flashlight down and rubbed my temples. I was starting to get a headache. Luckily, it was just brought on by stress and not anger. One thing I'd noticed was that since the moment we'd entered Dez's shack, I hadn't felt my negative emotions getting out of hand.

"Levels?" I asked, trying to be polite and hoping that whatever tangent he was getting off on now would help me figure out how to save me, Christy, Russ, and Cranston.

"That's what they call all the different worlds. All the different realities. They're levels. Each level can be reached by going through the Labyrinth."

"Dez, don't take this the wrong way, but what the f.u.c.k are you talking about?"

He sighed, clearly impatient with me. It was a full minute before he spoke again, and when he did, his tone was like somebody explaining something to a small child. My first urge was to tell him to stuff his condescending tone up his f.u.c.king homeless a.s.s-but I needed him. And in truth, it wasn't his fault that I wasn't schooled in Whack-a.s.s Magic s.h.i.+t 101.

"The universe is made up of different levels," Dez said. "You've got planets and solar systems and dimensions and alternate realities. Each of these is a level."

"Right," I said. Now I was the one growing impatient. "You told me that already. I've got it."

"There are other levels, too-places like the Great Deep and what you'd call Heaven and h.e.l.l, and the lost level that n.o.body ever comes back from. I used to be able to explain it better, but I can't anymore. It has something to do with strings."

"String theory?"

He snapped his fingers, grinned, then nodded. "That's it! String theory. Picture the planets-Earth or Mars or Venus. Each of those planets has different versions of themselves. Different levels. To get to them, you go through the Labyrinth. It's like a shortcut. It winds through s.p.a.ce and time to all the different levels."

"So how come we don't use it?"

"Because most human beings can't see it. You have to know magic-or be crazy. But the Thirteen use it. That's how they get around to all the different levels. He Who Shall Not Be Named actually lives in the center of the Labyrinth. He squats there like a big black spider and sends out feelers through the Labyrinth."

"Well, he's here now. And I don't care what form he takes or what his real name is. The only thing I need to know about He Who Shall Not Be f.u.c.king Named is how to stop him? How do we make the darkness go away?"

"We can't. Haven't you been listening, Robbie?"

"Yeah, Dez. I have. But it's hard to understand. You keep talking in circles and repeating yourself and going off on wild G.o.dd.a.m.n tangents. Work with me here, dude."

"It's too late to banish it now. The darkness has eaten too much. It's too powerful. All we can do is keep it outside. It can't totally possess us and it can't cross the barrier, but it won't leave either."

"There's got to be a way, man! You stopped it from coming in. You took away its ability to possess people. And what about out there at the edge of town? The salt and the symbols. You chased it away with that once before."

"I kept it out. That's all. I confined it to the edges of town. But we can't make it go away. That's impossible. Early on, before it completely breached our world, we could have. It's been done before, on different Earths. But not now. The darkness is too strong now. It's consumed too much."

"f.u.c.k..."

"Yes."

"So, it'll just keep taunting us? Making itself look like our loved ones or something we're scared of?"

"I'm afraid so."

"So we're screwed."

"It could be worse."

"How could it be any f.u.c.king worse?" I threw up my hands in despair. "What? I'm supposed to be thankful that we'll just starve to death instead of being eaten? I'm supposed to be grateful it can't possess us, too?"

"It can mess with our minds, though," he said. "Our emotions. It makes us get angrier than we really should. Makes us kill each other. Or shows us what we're most afraid of or what we want the most."

"Yeah, I figured that out already. You told me that already. You're repeating yourself again. And even if you weren't, believe me, I know all about it. It's happened to me, and I'm still p.i.s.sed off about it. Happened to my girlfriend and my friends, too. But what I don't understand is why would the darkness do that? It wants to eat us, right? Why make us kill each other inside Walden? It can't eat us if we die inside the town limits."

"It wants us to come out. It wants us to breach my barrier. If things get bad enough inside town, then people will run into the darkness instead."

"No way. That's suicide. There's no way it could make everyone do that. Things can't get that bad. I'll eat a bullet first."

"You might, but others might not. They might not be that brave. But it doesn't matter. The darkness is very strong. And patient. If we don't come out, it will make us come out. We will turn on each other. We'll start sacrificing each other to it. You wait and see."

"Well." I sighed. "That was the other thing I'd come here to talk to you about. You said earlier that you know Anna is running around town and telling people that you're a witch. But that's not all. Some of the other people in town think that you..."

I paused, realizing that Dez wasn't listening to me. He'd turned his attention to the heater. Its glow was beginning to fade.

"I'll need to get more kerosene soon," he said. "Kerosene smells funny."

Suddenly, I felt like crying. I was frustrated and scared and fed up.

"Dez, how did you...get like this? I mean, you seem pretty smart. At least about what we're dealing with here. You know all this magic and stuff. Why are you...?"

"Homeless?"

"Yeah. For starters."

"I'm not homeless." He made a sweeping gesture with his hand. "This is my home."

"But why not go to the YMCA or stay at the shelter in Verona? Why live here, in this shack?"

His voice grew quiet and haunted, and he stared straight ahead, as if seeing something inside of the glow of the heater.

"It is said that there are seven-seven people across all the levels who can band together to defeat the Thirteen. Me and six of my friends once thought that we were the seven. But we were wrong. A long time ago, we tried to stop another of the Thirteen."

"The darkness?"

"No. Its name was Meeble. Others call him Croatoan, but his real name is Meeble. He is not as strong as the darkness, but he was still more powerful than we were. Unlike He Who Shall Not Be Named, Meeble only has one form. He looks like a cross between a monkey and a cat. Compared to some of the other Thirteen, Meeble is slow. He spreads his destruction town by town, village by village, city by city. It takes him a very long time to destroy a world. He tried it here, on our planet. He was working his way through West Virginia when we found out about it. He came in the night, killing small mountain towns where not many people lived. He'd destroyed six of them before we found out, and by the time we arrived, he'd destroyed two more."

"What do you mean? How do you kill a town?"

Dez frowned. "The same way you kill a person. We beat him, though. We made a stand in a town called Huttonsville. They had good lemonade there. And blueberry pie-except that they called it huckleberry pie."

"Dez..."

"Right. Sorry. I'm drifting again. We fought Meeble in Huttonsville. We waited until we were sure he was in town and then we bound him to that place. He couldn't get out. Neither could anyone else. The battle went on all night and into the next day. See, he's weaker during the day, so that was good. We sent Meeble back and closed the Labyrinth door that he'd come through, but not before he killed a bunch of us. Maria lost her head. Hembeck got strangled with his own guts. My best friend, Levi...Meeble tore him...and then he was in all these pieces, and I tried to put him back together, but I couldn't...I couldn't figure out where everything went, and he was so slippery and...and then the pieces got all sticky."

"Jesus Christ..."

"No," Dez said. "Not at all. What Meeble did...it hurt me. Made me like this. Mental and emotional trauma, the doctor said. Sometimes I forget things, but that's okay. I still remember all the words and names and symbols. All the spells. And really, that's all that matters. Those are what's important. But I can't remember other things. I can't..."

His words dissolved into sobs.

"Hey. Hey, dude, don't cry."

"I...why do I have to remember what happened to Levi? That's the part I'd like to forget, but my stupid brain won't let me."

"It's okay," I said, reaching for him.

He s.h.i.+rked away. "Don't touch me. Don't touch. No touch. Bad touch."

I sat there, unsure what to do. Dez drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs-rocking slowly back and forth on the air mattress. He sobbed quietly. I picked up the soda can and took another sip.

"I can't think too good," he cried. "Not about stuff like having a job and taxes and getting married and things. All I can do now is this. Magic. I can't do anything else. But that matters, right? I saved us. Didn't I save us?"

"Yeah, Dez. You did, man. You saved us."

I tilted the can back and swallowed the last sip. The warm sweetness made me sick to my stomach. I wasn't sure what to do next, so I sat there and waited.

Dez continued rocking back and forth. He stopped crying, and began to mutter under his breath. It sounded like he was reciting something from memory.

"First among the Thirteen is Ob, Lord of the Siqqusim, who is also called the Obot, who is also called Mictla-techuhtli, who possessed both Lazarus and King Niqmaddu the Third upon their deaths and spoke from their heads. Second among the Thirteen is Ab, Lord of the Elilum, who is also called..."

"Dez?" I reached for him again, but then pulled my fingers away before I could touch him.

"...is Api, Lord of the Teraphim, who is also called Huehueteotl. Fourth among the Thirteen is Leviathan, Lord of the Great Deep, who is also called Cthulhu, Kraken, Tlaloc, Dagon, and..."

"Dez? Dez! Snap out of it, man. It's gonna be okay. We'll figure something out. Listen, there's still some stuff I need to tell you. Are you listening to me? You need to be careful when you go outside. You need to watch your a.s.s out there because Anna and some of the others think you're to blame for this whole mess. Okay? Dez?"

"...and the waters covered the Earth..."

It was no use. Wherever Dez was at that moment, it wasn't in the shed with me. It sounded as if he was reciting some kind of school report or something. Sighing, I stood and got ready to leave. As I'd expected, Dez didn't seem to notice.

"Listen, man," I tried one final time. "I'm gonna take off. You rest up for a bit. But remember what I said. You need to be careful outside. Later, if you feel up to it and the coast is clear, sneak to our place. Do you remember where I live? The apartment building I was standing in front of when I gave my speech? If you can come there, we'll keep you safe. Okay?"

"I saved us," he repeated. "I saved us all."

"Yeah, you saved our a.s.s, Dez."

And he had. Christy was wrong. We weren't dead. We were alive. There was no light to go into and this wasn't h.e.l.l or Purgatory. The darkness was alive, but so were we. Dez had seen to that. Our friendly neighborhood crazy homeless magus had saved all of our lives.

But knowing now what we were facing and understanding just how desperate our situation was, I was beginning to wish he hadn't.

The walk home seemed especially long, and the darkness pressed in on me from all sides. I saw people fighting. I saw all kinds of depravity. Insanity.

And I didn't even care.