Dark Rain: 15 Short Tales (3 page)

Authors: J. R. Rain

BOOK: Dark Rain: 15 Short Tales

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At which point, I’d finally realized something:
I had accepted Danny’s death.

My kids were another story. They wept at night. I had often caught Anthony crying alone in the bathroom. With the door locked, he let it all out. Tammy was inconsolable in that dramatic way adolescent girls have. She didn’t hide what she felt like Anthony tried to. He was trying to be such a little man. And he had been. But they needed to mourn their father. And I let them. It had been a while since Danny’s death, and now I hoped their trip would distract them. They had been excited to go.

When alone, I cried, too. Once, and then let it go. Danny was a bastard in the end, and a lot of my love and compassion were long gone. But I wept for the young Danny I had fallen in love with, the young Danny I had married and started a family with… and then, that was all the tears I had shed. No, he didn’t deserve what had happened to him; the poor sap hadn’t realized he was being used as a pawn. That he had aligned with Hanner to take me down should have been reason enough to not cry at all. But Danny was an idiot, and he had been scared.
Of me.
He based many of his decisions on fear, which is never a good idea.

No, I chose to remember the Danny who proposed to me with a mood ring as a stand-in because he was too poor to afford a real engagement piece. I still had that mood ring in my jewelry box. I’d often considered ditching it; now I wouldn’t. I hadn’t kept much of our sentimental stuff, but I would keep that.

Mostly, my heart broke for my kids. I couldn’t imagine what they were going through. And adding insult to injury, was the secrecy of it all. Yes, not only had their father been murdered—but they were being asked to cover up his death.

To pretend nothing happened.

To pretend that their father had simply
disappeared
.

He hadn’t. He was entombed in a cavern, along with two vampires, both dead.

I flew faster now. Faster and higher.

They hadn’t asked for any of this. Neither had I, for that matter. Still,
they
were kids. Jesus, how were they going to move on? How were they going to heal?

I didn’t know, but I knew they had to.

I had to trust that I was doing the right thing, even though I was asking the world of them, to keep their father’s death a secret.

My kids are special,
I thought as the wind thundered over my perfectly aerodynamic body.
They can make it through this.
Of course, most mothers thought their kids were special. But mine weren’t like most kids. In fact, they weren’t like
any
kids.

Indeed, my son had all the strength of a vampire, without actually being one. And my daughter was growing more telepathic and more psychic daily.

We’re the Addams Family
. I grinned, at precisely no one.
Only cuter.
Still I flew, higher and faster. I never got tired when I flew. The creature I became seemed to have endless energy. Supernatural energy. A creature that may or may not have been summoned from another realm, another dimension, did not get cold or fatigued. As best I could tell, the creature had armor-like skin. Scales, perhaps. A true dragon. In fact, creatures such as this—such as
me
—were surely the source of dragon legends.

And I was pushing that creature for all it was worth. Hell, I had even done the research. I knew how fast I had to fly to break free of the Earth’s gravity.

26,000 miles an hour.

I didn’t know how fast I could actually fly, of course. My guess was maybe a thousand miles an hour. Maybe more, maybe less.

Then again, I had never tried to fly at top speed, whatever that might be.

Well, I was about to find out.

Crazy,
I thought, even as I beat my wings faster and faster.
Hummingbird fast.
A blur of wingtips that I could see out of the corners of my eyes.

Nuts, just nuts.

No way could I fly that fast.

No way.

But maybe.

Just maybe. Certainly, a very strong probability existed that I would die. That something very bad could happen as I tried to escape Earth’s atmosphere.

Except, this creature’s hide was thicker and stronger than the tiles that protected the various space shuttles. Also, this creature didn’t need to breathe. The vacuum of space, I suspected, would pose little problem in that area. No, this hideously beautiful creature that I had transformed into would be just fine. How I knew this, I didn’t know. Then again, how I turned into a giant flying beast, I didn’t know either.

But I somehow
knew
that this creature could easily handle the rigors of space. Even more, that it was perfectly adapted for it. Which begged the question again: where exactly did it originate from? I hoped to someday find out.

I was now higher than I’d ever been before. My guess, maybe 50,000 feet up, higher than most commercial jets flew.

This is insane
.

It was, of course, all the more so because I didn’t know what I was doing. I had no precedent, nothing to base the outcome on.

Just my gut.

Or rather, the creature’s gut.

Which got me thinking: did it need to eat? And if so,
what
?

Who are you?
I suddenly thought.

There was, of course, no response. But I suspected the Highly Evolved Dark Masters—those entities that fueled creatures like vampires and werewolves—might have an idea. More importantly, they must’ve have had something to do with it. And it occurred to me then, as the Earth slipped farther and farther below me, that the creature itself had taken a sort of back seat to allow me in.

He’s here.
Watching me, observing me, wondering what I will do next with his body.

Was he a sentient? As in, could he rationally think? Was he intelligently aware?

Can you hear me?
I asked him.

No answer. Still, I thought he was there, listening, alert, curious. I directed my thoughts to him:
You’re not a monster.

There was no reply, nor did I expect one. To date, I had transformed into this winged nightmare countless times. Never once had we communicated. To be fair, I’d only recently learned that it was being summoned here from another reality. What reality? Where?

Crazy
.
Everything is just so damn crazy.

And yet, this winged creature I had become projected a sense of serenity, greatness. Perfection, in its own way. It maneuvered beautifully, flew powerfully, and had instantly given me access to how to do it all.

I saw the logic to that. Had I been anything other than an expert, I might just have damaged this beautiful beast. Perhaps worse than damage… possibly even destroy it?

So, I had instantly, instinctively known how to fly, to maneuver, to land, and everything necessary to stay airborne and safe.

And to keep
him
safe.

But how did it all work?

After all, I summoned him often with little notice. Was he, say, flying serenely over whatever faraway world he lived in, happy as a giant winged clam, when suddenly found himself here?

That didn’t seem right.

Is that what happens?
I asked now, while I angled up through the heavens—as the wind buffeted me, slipped over me.

And where was the demoness who lived within me? Did all three of us share this current winged body? And for that matter, where did my cute little 5’3” body go?

The higher I got, the more powerful I seemed to get, too. Wind thundered over me, a constant howl. I was no longer a mother, a sister, a private investigator. I was a flying machine, a thing that matched wits with the heavens… and won.

Can we do this?
I asked the creature within me, the creature who had taken a back seat and let me drive.

There was no response…and if there had been, I probably wouldn’t have heard it, anyway.

Response or nor response, I felt as if I could continue on… for eternity.

It’s him!
He’s giving me these feelings.

Also, I was sure it was a
him
. He’d given off a distinctly masculine impression.

So, you’re a boy monster?
I asked.

Still no response.

Still, I flew.

I beat my wings—his wings. I beat them steadily, powerfully, confidently. And faster. Always faster.

In fact, I felt I should beat them harder and harder. I was being propelled. By
him
.

As I beat my wings faster than I’d ever done before, I became aware of one thing and one thing only: I could fly as fast as I wanted. There was no limit to this winged creature who defied space and time and gravity, this beautifully horrific entity that was not of this earth.

Faster. I had to go faster.

I thought of my kids, my family, my job. I had cases on my desk that needed attention. What was I doing? This was crazy. I was crazy. Ever since I knew I could fly, I wanted to fly to the moon.

I wanted to test the boundaries of what I was, what I could do.

True, sometimes I really thought I had gone insane. Some days, I was certain I was babbling incoherently in a funny farm, surrounded by padded walls.

Are you there?
I suddenly thought.

I’m here, Samantha.
The voice was deep, hesitant, and almost shy.

No, it was neither of those. The voice was… distant. As in, it came from deep within my thoughts. Deeper than anything I had yet encountered.

No, that wasn’t true. I had delved deep into Russell Baker’s subconscious, hadn’t I? His real self had been buried deep beneath what could only be called an “enchantment.” Or rather, an inadvertent enchantment. But that’s another story for another time.

Where do you come from?
I asked.

I come from neither here nor there.

What does that mean?

Nothing, actually, I’m still trying on your language for size. Perhaps that wasn’t the best expression.

Maybe it was.
I thought.
Except I don’t know exactly what you mean.

I’m still playing with your language. Your concepts, forgive me.

Forgiven,
I thought.
And quite frankly, you speak English very well.

Actually, I “think” English very well. Mostly, I draw from your knowledge of the language. We have, after all, been connected for a very long time now.

Why haven’t we spoken before?

You tell me, Samantha.

I thought about that as I flew faster and faster. Higher and higher.

I guess I didn’t understand who you were or what you were. Or are. I still don’t.

Perhaps, that makes two of us, Samantha.

You don’t understand what’s happening to you, either?

Yes and no. I understand that a part of me is summoned here, into your world.

Just a part of you?

Yes, Sam. Mostly, I stay in my world.

I don’t understand.

In a way, I don’t either. But I’m trying to. Every time, I’m summoned by you, I think I understand a little more.

Help me understand what you understand,
I thought.
Please.

Where would you like for me to begin?

I thought about that as the icy wind thundered over me. Over us.
Where do you come from? You said “your world.” Where is your world?

Ah, yes, my world. It’s not very different from your own, Samantha.

We don’t have giant flying bats!

Perhaps not, but you have giant other creatures, sea creatures. Any number of which would be far greater in size than me. Your giraffes and elephants would “raise eyebrows,” as you would say.

How do you know our expressions and idioms? How do you “think” in English?

We are one, Sam. In this form, at this moment, we are one.

Fine,
I thought.
Tell me more about your world.

There are many like me.

Giant, scary-ass flying bats?

The voice inside my head chuckled lightly.
Yes, something like that.

Are there humans?

Yes, Sam.

I want to go to this place,
I thought.

I figured you might.

Because you know me so well?
A smile tugged at my thoughts.
Something like that.

I’m fascinated by your world.