Speaker 1: Hello, I'm welcomed stories all the time. Glad you are here.
Let's get into it Mark chapter five, verse twelve. The
demons implored him, saying, send us into the swine so
that we may enter them. Nelson Kearney directed the trailer
towards the barn door his son Seth was opening. Henry.
The driver leaned out of the window, rolling on his
eyes rather than the mirrors in which objects are closer
than they appear. He wasn't worried about backing into the barn.
His concern was running over Nelson, who insisted on guiding
him and always stood far too close, dangerously close. All right,
that's good, Nelson hollowed. Dylan Rubio, Nelson's hired hand and
the son of his longtime neighbor, came around the barn
carrying two large pieces of cardboard. He handed one to Seth.
The driver slid down and walked around the trailer. Seth
and Dylan moved in on opposite sides of the ramp,
holding their pieces of cardboard like walls to funnel the
new passel of piglets into the barn. The driver unlocked
the ramp and let it drop, kicking up a swirling
cloud of white gravel dust. The piglet should have been
tumbling over one another to leave the trailer, but stillness
lurked behind the cloud. The high afternoon sun made the
shadows in the trailer pitch black. By contrast. Possessing the
worst vision in the group, Nelson listened as one by
one the three other men made exclamations of disgust and horror.
Nelson cupped his hands to the sides of his eyes
beneath his cap, and stepped up on to the ramp
to look closer. Ah, don't go in there, the driver said.
Through the settling cloud, Nelson witnessed a grotesque site. The
floor of the trailer awashed with blood, in which strings
of organic tissue and bits of pig flesh floated. The
gory bits of almost three dozen piglets were strewn throughout
like chunks of stew. The stench rising from the mussacre
does not need to be described. How did this happen?
Seth wondered aloud. The driver novously shook his head and shrugged.
I ay, I don't know what to say, guys, I
just I don't understand, Seth. Get my damp last light
Nelson demanded, furious. His difficulty seen only made him angrier.
Seth dropped his cardboard and ran into the bar. The
cardboard stood on its edge for an unusual length of time. Suddenly,
superstitious Dylan eyed it until it finally fell over. Blood
had begun trailing down the ramp and soaking the gravel.
The corner of Seth's cardboard drank it up. There is
still something moving in thearer, Nelson said, wavering. He took
a step back and his boots slept a little in
the blood. Seth returned with a flashlight. He used it
himself to look into the trailer. It looked like a
scene from Hellwazer. Inside. Not one animal had been left
hole except look one survived, Seth said, pointing to where
Nelson had noticed movement. A tiny piglet was getting covered
in blood as it climbed, slid, and swung towards them.
I wonder if a hulk or something managed to swoop
in through the gaps. The driver speculated. A team of
mongose couldn't have done this much damage. Nelson fired back.
The driver raised his hands, sir, I'm sorry, obviously, I'm
going to bring another load over her first chance. I'm
just saying, it's just a freak thing, that's all. Could
you just get this out of here, Seth theft Dylan
ushered the surviving piglet toward the barn, but it stopped
short of going inside. Yea, yea, said the driver, adjusting
his snap back. I'm sorry about the mess. I'll bill you.
His eyes went to the piglet. Yea, we'll keep this one.
Just get going, Nelson said. The driver nodded shortly and
hurried to his truck. After he left, and the ghastliness
with him, the farmer's attention shifted to the lone piglet.
He found its sighs irritating. He had not ordered any
runts yet. Somehow the runt had survived whatever happened to
all of its bigger brothers and sisters, and completely unharmed.
No less must be some kind of special pig, Nelson said,
mostly joking. He warn't too well out here on his own,
but I'm worried about putting him in with the adults. Well,
I guess we could keep him at the house, Seth suggested.
Nelson took off his hat to scratch his scalp, then
replaced it slightly crooked and nodded. We still have been
his cage somewhere, he asked, Yeah, in the garage, I think,
said Seth. Benny was their Dutch shepherd who passed away
the year before. They had since replaced him to the
extent a pet can be replaced with a German shepherd
poppy name Tie tired his own brand Nucreates, since Benny's
was way too big, but Seth remembered his mother Abby,
insisting they keep Benny's cage for when Tie out grew.
His perage will get too cold at night, said Nelson.
Feel get that cage inside and find the spot for
it away from the windows. I'll bring in a heater
when I come. Or Dylan, why don't you grab a
heater and follow us out up to the house. I've
got to call the supplier and see if we can
figure out just what the hell happened. Nelson's eye settled
on the blood stained piglet their eyes met. The animal
held his gaze and seemed to lean in as if
searching him. He searched back, discovering a much deeper intelligence
than he expected to find. YEA, whatever you need, Dylan said.
The piglet's eyes shifted to him. He gave it a
wide berth as he slipped into the barn. He emerged
from the back door a minute later with a rectangular
red lamp and carried it to the house with haste.
What makes you so lucky, Nelson asked the piglet. He
knelt down scratch it behind the ears. Is there something
special about you, piggy? What makes you so lucky? Ha?
I'd probably name yo lucky if we named our pigs
around here. I'm sure you understand why we don't, Nelson swore.
The piglet nodded. He looked at it stunned, then shook
his own head. The pickle couldn't understand him. It was
a coincidence, however, the nuance of its expressions exceeded that
of some young children. Nelsenthal he had little experience with
the young children, but he had plenty of experience with
young pigs, and he knew for certain there was different
about Luckey. Don't call him that Seth situated Benny's cage
next to the TV in the living room, near enough
the window to get some sunlight, but too far to
be affected by the chilly draft that blew in at
night I be his mother heard him carry the rattling
cagun from the garage and ask what he was doing.
That wants me to set it up for the pigle.
At that Seth Triltov, realizing he had just earned the
responsibility of telling his mother about the horrific delivery. He said,
the delivery didn't turn upright. They're goin to figure out
what happened and make another one later. One pig lived, though,
and At wants it to stay inside until the rest
of the parcel shows up. One laved. Well on now,
just what happened to the rest? They're going to figure
it out? Seth dodged. Well, is this miracle pig all right?
I think so Dad's got him? Dylan walked in with
the heater. He set it down next to the cobble
coated cage and looked up at the ceiling. How do
you want to hang this? Seth looked to Abby. Abby
raised her hands, abstaining from participation, and left the room.
Nelson walked in a while later holding a piglet wrapped
in a blanket. Its wrinkled eyelids were closed in deep
re luxation. Tied the German shepherd puppy erupted with fisious box.
He charged toward Nelson with his teeth beard. Nelson jammed
his fot out with thankful for his boot steel toe,
and warded the ferocious poppy off. Abby. Will you come
lock this dog up? Eh? Let me see it, Abby
croned the moment she saw the pigot. Is it a
boy or a girl? Boy? Nelson answered. He passed it
to his wife, but warned, don't get attached. I'm already
bringing him here to keep him warm before the rest
show up. His one and did nothing to stop Abby
from instantly falling in love. He saw the same look
in her eyes he had seen when she held Seth
as a baby. While his wife gender rocked the blanketed
bundle Nelson carral tie and to his cage in the
dining room. The puppy went in with his tail between
his legs and turned to beg Nelson to reconsider it
with wide wet eyes. Nelson clocked at him and scratched
one of his ears through the cage. It's just for
a night or two, boy, He's not here to have you.
Seth and Dylan went back to work after Mountain Dehito
with the hook in the ceiling and cleaning Benny's cage.
Abbey said she would get the pikelet settled, so Nelson
left to supervise the younger man. Before he went, Abbey
stopped him. What's his name, Sheath, don't give him her name, Abby,
you'll get attached. He's living in our house, Nelson, I
want to call him something other than the pick. Nelson
scratched the back of his neck inside out the nesting piglet,
ranging old tails in the cage. He said, if you
really need a name, call him Lackey. That night, Abby
made sure that Heito was turned on and whispered good
night to Lockie. Lucky could not take his eyes off
of the red bulb dangling above him. You like it,
Abby asked, turning to stare into the bulb herself. She
did not enjoy the sinister red light the heater cast
about the living room, but she thought the bulb itself
was pretty, like a magic ruby she would have read
about as a child. Lucky squeal. Abby looked down. The
piglet had backed into a corner and curled into itself,
still his eyes focused on the heat. Abbey memoris the
way the red light gleaned off his big dark eyes. Suddenly,
Locke exploded out of the corner and headitted the cage
hard enough to make Abbe fall backward the colding the
heater broke out of the sea ling. The heater crashed
on top of Locke's cage, hard enough to bend it,
but fortunately most of the cage was stood impact and
protected him. If Abby had been there, though, who knows
the damage the heavy lamp could have done to her
head neck, where both the bulb probably would have shadowed
on her skull. She imagined sharp knives of glass sliding
down her face across her eyes. Test started barking. What happened?
Nelson yelled as he charged into the living room in
his underwhere Abbi stammered, aye he that, then, finally said,
Lockie saved me. Nelson, taking in the damaged to war,
he lifted the heater off of the cage and sat
it down, only gently enough to prevent the bulb from
shuttering at least the runs Okay, Abby said, did you
hear me? He saved me? That little baby could push
me away right before the lamp fell. Nelson looked at
Locky and recognized the deep intelligence he had noticed before.
He wondered why it sim God insisted upon convincing him
this piglet was special he had obviously convinced Abbey or
read hang on, Nelson said, and he went to go
come tied down. The dog refused to be quieted, and
Nelson had to send him outside, even with the back
door closed, at her continue barking and howling. Shut up,
Nelson yelled, then returned to the living room to deal
with the man. Ubygradled lucky while her husband cleaned up.
He tried to conjure a simple solution for hanging the heater.
He had a couple of ideas, but felt far too
tired to go out to the shop and construct something.
It was Abby who shared the winning idea, an idea
was only one because Nelson was too tired and defeated
to fight against it. Let's just put him in our room.
It's always warm in there. Yes. Thanks to their warm
boders in the bedroom's central position, the bedroom did turned
to whole steady two of preadegrees above the rest of
the house. Nelson gave in, but only one night. He said.
In the morning, I'll rig something up no better. I'll
make Seth do it right after he fixes the ceiling.
When Nelson finally let Hie back inside the puppy sniff
theory o where Locke's cage had been, then went to
bed peacefully, but he was the only one. Nelson and
Abby spent all night weaving through disjointed nightmares. Nelson whipped
twice into it, and once well awake, he heard Abby
crying softly both times. When he woke, Lucky was watching
them head cocked, intelligent eyes, frogsed weird pig, Nelson thought
to himself as he slipped back into a world of
terror and torment. Locke's miracles continued. The next day. Abby
sent Hie outside so she could let the pidlet roam
around the house freely, while Cephap had the ceiling quiet
and seething. After a turn lashing, Abby was glad she
missed Lucky helped him. If you don't believe that, it's fine,
Abby and Seth couldn't believe it either. Locke seemed to
know which till Seth needed it exactly the right moment.
Whenever Seth reached down, whatever he was reaching for was
waiting for him in Lockey's tiny mouth, and a piglet
would offer it to him with little creases in the
corners of his eyes like he was smiling. Abby spent
the rest of the day ad owing and training Lockie.
He fascinated her. Nelson had told her again and again
how intelligent pigs are, but never had she seen one
behave like Lockie. Lockie seemed not only to want to help,
but enjoy it. The only issue that arose happened when
Lockey relieved himself entaied cage. Worse, he left his mess
on tiz dog bed, and to top it all, drug
TI's favorite shee toy stuffed monkey that wasn't much more
than a rag anymore for his muddy excrement. Strangely, he
showed no interest in tis cage or toys before or
after this incident. Abby, though she assigned everything else the
piglet did to miraculous intelligence, viewed the dog bed desecration
as nothing more than a simple mistake and misunderstanding. She
did nothing to discipline the piglet and decided not to
mention the incident to Nelson or Seth. Abbey fell in
love with Locke. She refused to let Nelson move his
cage out of their bedroom aft at the turbulent first night,
so they spent a second night being and a lockey's eye.
Nelson had more nightmares, and then there was Ti. Ti
simply refused to stop going out after Lockie. Nelson was
nervous to leave the unpuppy outside so often, specially alone,
but there to leave him out until Lucky was in
his cage for the night, or else if Abby turned
her back for a moment, he would tear the piglet
limb from limb. Lockie spent all day following Abbey around
as she performed various tasks. He sat in her lap
at the dining room table while she made some business
calls and responded to emails from customers. Kearney Farms supplied
a small army of loyal locals with pork and vegetables.
Abbey hoped the terrible delivery delay would not set them
back too far. That evening, she prepared a hearty salad
for dinner. She let Lucky snort and sniff around her
feet as she rinsed the lettuce, chopped the tomatoes and
hard boiled eggs, and crumbled the cheese. But when it
came time to prepare the bacon free oven. She sent
Lockie out of the kitchen. She could not look into
his gleeful face while letting out his future. When the
oven reached four hundred degrees, Abbey set the tray of
BiCon on one rack and a pan of tomatoes lice's
destin olive oil on the other. She must have set
up the oven this exact way two dozen times before
and had never experienced an issue. But this time she
smelt smoke almost right away, thinking perhaps a bit of
food from a prime meal was burning on the element.
Abby turned down the fan above the slov and the
ceiling fan before donning her oven gloves and opening the
oven door to check wicked flints enveloped her. They burst upward,
sending her tumbling into the cupboards, then retreated back into
the oven, where they flickered. Infested in sinister contempt. Abby
felt rot, but otherwise fine. She did not see any
injuries to herself, beside some light burns on her forms
where the gloves ended. Nelson Frre, Abbey shouted, wondering if
Nelson was anywhere near enough to hear her. She thought
of the fire extinguisher under the sinkin dove for the cabinet.
The oven contained the fire for the moment, but the
flames caught the bick and grease. Gobs of sticky lava
dropped from the pan onto the bottom of the oven,
where this blasted spread. The smoke puffing out of the
oven darkened, thickened, and grew. Abbey pulled the pin on
the fire extinguisher and squeezed the lever, but only disappointing
hiss in the pathetic spatter of solution came out of
the house. Two smoke detectives activated, one after the other. No, no,
Desperate Abby looked that the yellowed had canning near her fingers.
The fire extinguisher was two years expired. What next? What
am I supposed to do? Water? No? Not for a
grease fire? A blanket maybe? Or oh I should close
the door. Nelson burst him through the back door. He
yelled for Abby, then saw her hazy colors through the
black cloud of smoke, and rushed in. Shut the door.
Shut the door, he boked, I already am Abby yelled back.
Nelson held the oven door slam shut. Did you unbugget
nohritz on fire? Can ye know it's on fire? Suddenly
every light went black, and the fans stopped worrying. The
only light came from the glowing oven window, and it
wasn't enough to illuminate Abby two feet away through the
smoke screen. All right, time to go, Nelson shipped, No, Dad,
it's okay, Seth said, Summer, I just shut off the
main brake. Oh, Nelson said, good thinking. Abby yelt, I
think the flames are almost dead now. She was right,
they would imminently be cast into darkness. Nelson said hoarsely,
that's good, but we really shouldn't be in here with
all this smoke. Let's all step out and open the
place up. From outside, he heard Abbey shuffling and wondered
just why it was so dark. None of the curtains
had been drawn, and there was still some evening light
outside that should have been visible even through the terrible smoke.
Abby suddenly stopped and shouted, Lucky, I'll help you find him, mom,
Seth said, from somewhere else, Nelson growled, Oh, leave the
damn pick. He'll find his way out when we open
up the house. Abby yell, what if he can't make it,
he's so oh, his poor little lungs, Lucky Nelson stepped
forward and bumped into Seth. Seth nearly fell out of sight,
but Nelson grabbed him and pulled him close enough to whisper,
you go outside and see if that pig already got out.
I don't want you this, Seth said, died. I'm fine.
You're the one who should. Really, twenty seven years a
smoker didn't kill these lungs. I'll be fine. Just get
out there and open up some airways. Seth might have
responded non verbally before leaving, but Nelson could not tell.
He felt his way into and through the kitchen, trying
to catch up with Abby. Abby was in the living room,
still searching for her little piglet, and terrified she was
already too late to save him. She could not believe
how much smoke had poured out of the oven, nor
how quickly it was truly blinding. Now, with her eyes open,
she could barely see her own hand out in front
of her, but she kept her as closed most of
the time to keep the burning smoke out. She remembered
the day a fire for To visited her elementary school
and instructed the kids to get low if they were
ever in a fire. Smoke rises he had said, so,
the most breathable errors near the ground. Abby got on
all fours and began to crawl. Then she heard it, faintly,
the soft patter of tiny ves. She crawled in their direction,
calling for Lucky. Relieved, she heard the patter again, but
now it was behind her somehow Loggi. She stopped, afraid
she might move further away from her piglet. His trotting
footsteps sounded again, this time impossibly traveling up the wall
to Abbey's left. They continued across the ceiling. Abby looked up,
forcing her eyes open, but could still see nothing through
the smoke and increasing darkness. Nelson, where are you? She
called out, Right behind you? I think, Nelson returned, He coughed.
His voice came from only a few feet away. How
do we get lost in our own house? Why is
it so dark? Abby asked. She coughed too, I was
wondering the same thing. The next round of scurrying whos
came from the floor again, but they were lighter and
faster than before. They sounded more like a squirrezden a piglets.
What was there, Nelson asked? Abby said, I thought it
was Lucky, but now I'm not sure. Then a slow
beat of heavy steps came from up ahead, coming closer.
Abby forced herself to open her eyes again. Is that
you Nelson, She quavered. He said, I thought it was you, Seth,
but no response came from the coiling, smoky blackness head.
Dylan and his father Sunny Rubio bounced up the gravel
road on their way back from town. Sonny snapped his
fingers and pointed a head through the windshield. You're seeing
smoke from the caerness, he asked his son. Dylan squinted
and leaned forward. Then, as his eyes widened, well that's
a lot of smoke. Dad, drive gravel necked at the
pickups under carriage as they sped down the cairn his driveway,
both of the mines going to the worst case scenario.
As they watched thick black smoke below out of every
window and vent in the house, Sonny parked. Dylan was
already half way out of the car. Seth sprinted around
the corner of the smoking house and started when he
saw his neighbors in the driveway. Tie the German shepherd
puppy followed right on his heels. Seth panted, the fire's out,
but my parents are still in there. They all right,
Sonny asked, I think so? That wasn't good enough for Sonny.
He pushed past Seth and walked up to the front door.
Before he opened it, he pulled a shirt up over
his mouth and nose. I'll go open up the garroge
to get more of the smoke, clear, said Seth. Dylan
patted him on the shoulder before joining his father at
the door. Ready, Sonny asked, Dylan nodded. They entered a
world of suffocation and darkness. Sonny immediately bent in a
fit of violent coughing. Dylan waited by his side until
he was ready to continue Nelson Abby. Sonny called Horsey,
mister Kearney, shouted Dylan in thear Abby yelled back, we're oquet,
but we can't find Lucky. Lucky's there, Ah. Dylan suddenly collapsed.
Sonny stooped, unable to locate him. For a moment, they
could not understand how it was so dark inside the
house when it was barely sunset outside. Smoke was leaving
through the open front door. Now, so how was it
still so thick? Sonny had seen actifires that produced less smoke.
There was something entirely unnatural about it, and Sonny, a
former minister and still a man of deep faith, thought
the darkness and the smoke presented as evil. He found
Dylan's arm and hosted him up. His own hand came
away from his son sticky. What happened, Sonny asked, I
don't know something that meet, Dylan answered. Just then Dilan
and Sonny heard the pattering footsteps had confused at abbey,
and they heard them everywhere, on all sides of the floor,
up the walls, across the ceiling. At one point it
sounded like an animal was trotting across the window glass.
Son Sonny said, nervous and quiet, I think it might
be best if we are this time. Sunny doubled over
as something chumped down on his calf. Reacting quickly, he
reached behind and snatched the small animal that squirmed and righted,
and his grip's quealing awfully lock at Abbey's Hoefu vase
came from nearby. They all heard the muffled rattle of
the garage door, and then the door to the garage
creaked up and yet as lucky Dilan replied, not realizing
he was suddenly able to see the struggling piglet in
his father's hands. The air cleared enough to allow the
cairn is Seth included to locate Dylan, Sonny, and Lucky,
whose snout was stained red. Both Dylan and Sonny were bleeding,
Sonny from his calf, Dylan from his ankle, and Sonny
looked deathly afraid. Abby rushed forward to take Lucky from him,
but Sonny withheld the piglet and moved away from her.
We need to step outside, he told Nelson, speaking past Abbey.
Nelson coughed into his elbow and pointed toward the door.
Dylan led the way, followed by his father, clutching the pig,
who was shadowed closely by Abby trying to take it,
but Sonny would not allow her to touch it. Down
by the hog barn, far enough from the house that
the smoke no longer choked them, Sunny toned solemnly toward
the others are reached for him back. Sonny scolded it.
Nelson put a hand on his wife's arm to gently
restrain her. Then he Abby, Dilen, and seth All waited
in anticipation for what Sonny was going to say. He
seemed to be taking extra care in selecting his words.
First of all, he finally began, I'm sorry. You've done
nothing to deserve this. It's a cruel hand that's been
dealt to you, Abbey interrupted, Sonny. It was just a
grease fire in the oven. It's nothing to hear me out, please,
Sonny said, because I've never seen any of them fire
put out that much smoke and turn out the lights.
And my son told me about this piglet, didn't you,
dil What on earth did you tell him, Abby asked,
stunned Dylan's scuff birth of his butts and the gravel
and a bowed his head. He told me how this
one cannibalized all its brothers and sisters, said Sonny. Hold,
we don't know what happened to that trailer. Nelson Butt
didn't know, but we can look at the clues, Dylan said,
mister Kearney. Though was supposed to be thirty six pitlats
in the trailer, somehow thirty five of them got splotted
all over the floor, walls and ceiling, while one came
out perfectly okay, no damage to the trailer. The driver
didn't hear or see anything happen, So you tell me
who the likely culprit is. I don't know. It just
doesn't make any sense, Nelson muttered, Unfortunately it does, Sonny said.
He licked his lips, then continued, You all know I
used to preach, right, I spent just over twenty five years, minister. Then, see,
when you're part of a larger religious organization, there are
certain lines you don't cross. You do not entertain stories
that don't come directly from the Holy Bible itself, for example,
well at least not to the congregation, is what I
found out. See, all the different types of preachers, the ministers,
the pastors, the priests, they share all kinds of stories
amongst each other. Word of mouth's stuff that's been passed
down for generation after generation, nobody willing to commit it
to texts. One of these stories is a bit of
an addendum to Matthew eight for us as twenty eight
minutes thirty three. I think when Jesus reached the other
side of the lake, two men who were possessed by
demons approached him, shouting, what you want with us, Son
of God? Have you come here to tormend us? A
large herd of pigs was feeding you by the demons
begged Jesus, if you cast us out, send us into
the herd of pigs, and Jesus said to them go.
Then they left the men and entered the pigs. The
entire herd rushed down the steep bank into the lake,
and they perished in the water. But according to an
unwritten account, the men tending this pig said that at
least one of them was pregnant, and witnesses said they
saw people scooping piglets out of the river. Miles Dance
Room legend has it as those pigs all got killed
in the water. The demons escaped into the little babies
they saw him out of the mama, then swam their
way into the arms of strangers willing to take them in.
The story varies so much from there, I'm not confident
enough to share it, but suffice it to say nothing
good came of those people who took in the drowning piglets,
good people whose worlds turned bad, just like you. You
believe Locky is the descendant of some demon. Pick Abbey
reproved they are said to have demon blood. Sonny replied,
have you seen him? Leed Abbey shook her head and
took a wery step towards Sunny and her baby pick.
Nelson said, I haven't. Sonny nodded, deepening in solemnity. He
reached into his pocket and produced a folder knife, which
he promptly unfolded. Sonny No, Nelson and Seth shouted in
near perfect units of Dad Warren Dylan. He was not
over a second later by growling cannonball of fur and
muscled Tie, moving faster than most of the asker, track
leaped Sunny at Lucky. Lucky squealed and tried to escape
from Sonny's arms. Sunny held tight and took a wide
step back, but Ty stay locked on targ the German
shepherd's draws calmpdown on Lucky's head. With a descending twist,
he yanked the piglet out of Son's arms and pinned
him to the ground. Tis body writhed like a snake's
as he thrust Lucky in the gravel. At beat her forward,
only to be caught by Nelson and Sunny. Seth turned
away in disgust, and Dylan watched on in horror's blood
shot up from ties, jaws and arcing sprays, But Dylan
realized the fluid spray from the piglet's open, for it
didn't really look like bluff. It was too early in black,
and with the came a norse's stench, like rotten meat,
as if the piglet had already been dead a long time.
Tie opened looky up until his inner spilled out. There
too were putrid and rotten, but worse than that, they
were speckled with wriggling maggots. The side caused Dylan to heath.
He stepped sideways as if to run away, but his
knees wabbled and he collapsed. Seth only just caught his
head before it hit the ground. Ty finally decided his
work was done and sat back, revealing the sick and inny,
colorful mess he had made. When his tail touched the ground,
he nearly fell on his side. Sunny noticed this and
looked closer at the dog. I thought so, he said,
glancing at his own empty hands. He looked Nelson in
the eyes and said, I wanted you to know I
didn't mean for it to happen. Abby had glanced in
horrified tears in between them him. Nelson looked up from
her and said, I know, Naider, that dog's been out
for lucky sincenow, that's not what I mean. Sonny pointed
at Tide, and Nelson followed his finger. Ty's head had
started to droop. He limped towards them, but seemed to
give up halfway. Nelson couldn't see it before, but now
that Tie was closer, he saw the hilt of Sonny's
enough protruding from the dog's robes. Blood ran read down
his front leg. Oh, buddy, hold on, Nelson said, trying
to keep his voice. Daddy Abbey still didn't seem aware
of anything. Sonny lifted her up and ushered her away. Tired,
You'll be all right, boy, Nelson lied. He crushed by
the dog's side to examine the injury. Base In the
nice lent in position, Nelson could tell the wound was fatal,
and all of Ty's trashing had only made it worse.
That's right, boy, You'll be okay. Nelson noticed the rotten
stench suddenly increased to the point he could taste it.
Then he observed a change in the blood running down
from Ty's robes. The older blood lower near his foot
looked bright red, but the fresh blood coming down was darker,
almost purple. Then it skipped Purple and went straight to
black Sy. Nelson called Sonny, told Abby to go inside
and turn back. He glanced at Dylan long enough to
see that he had come to Seth was helping him
sit up. On his way to Nelson, Sonny said to them,
you boys stay back all right. When he reached Nelson
and Tie, Sonny noted the foul blood right away. He said,
I was afraid of this. I think that means it's
in him now. I'm so sorry, Nelson, really I am.
Nelson patted his shoulder, tears welling in his eyes, and asked,
what the hell is happening, Sonny? Just a few days ago,
I was going about my business. My wife was perfectly rational.
My dog was tigerled. It started as a deep, bubbly
sound in his chest, but escalated rapidly. Seth, get Dylan inside,
hurry now, Abby too, Sunny ordered over his shoulder. He
eyed his protruding knife, trying to decide whether to steal
it back in case Tie became violent. Do I need
to put him down? Nelson asked sorrowfully, No, Sonny said,
coming to a decision about the knife, I can't say
for sure. The killing the demon's host won't make you
us next target. So if one of us kills him,
we might get possessed. I just can't say for sure,
Nelson grimaced. Ty growled again. He faltered slightly, but stood
up tall and strong. When he recovered. Every muscle in
his body appeared a tense at once, and his growling ceased. Nelson,
I think we ought to move away now, Sonny warmed.
Tie's vision snapped to him. The dog's head lowered. Hey boy,
Nelson said, slowly, standing. Ty's eyes went to him and
his jaws opened slightly. Don't run, Nelson advised Sonny. Sonny asked,
you got a weapon. My gun's back in my truck.
I thought we couldn't kill him, Nelson replied. Sonny said,
now I'm thinking there may be a point where we
don't have a choice. Nelson said, go get your gun.
I'll keep ty Fogus done here. Sonny left, and Nelson
moved in between him and the dog. Although he had
just called the dog by its former name, he no
longer saw Tie in its face. Ti had been personable,
but he had never smiled up at Nelson the way
he was doing now, and Ti had been smart, but
his eyes had never communicated. The intelligence Nelson saw in
them now, the very same intelligence he had seen in
Lockey's eyes. The dog pressed forward. Nelson stood his ground. Now,
I don't know what you are exactly, he said, but
if you're some demon from hell, you should know I'm
a good, god feary man. I've got the Lord on
my side, who's on yours. The dog growled once more,
but this time it rose and pitch until it turned
into a snake like his. Nelson's heart rates biked. The
intelligence in the dog's eyes now it looked like the
purest evil Nelson had ever seen. Still hissing, the dog
lowered its head to the ground and made to pounce.
Nelson turned his back and ran. He did not know
what chance he stood about running a demon dog, but
he knew he stood a better chance of surviving than
if he stood still. He sprinted even faster than he
had one. Smoke was pouring out of the house. He
could hear the dog gaining, but dared not look back.
Sunny Hurry, he bellowed. Spending air onwards caused him to
lose critical speed. He regained his pace, but the lapse
allowed the dog to close the gap. He toppled Nelson
over with a powerful leap into his back. Nelson kicked
as he fell, connecting with the demon dove right next
to her. Sun's knife still protruded. The dog flew backward,
but returned immediately Nelson kicked it again. The stand flasted
for a few rounds before Nelson felt his legs growing tired.
Where was Sunny? The dog bat up instead of charging
after Nelson's last kick, it appeared to smile again, lowered
its head, and pawned its body to pounce. Nelson prepared
for the end. His ears began to ring. The demon
dog pounced, but Nelson, with his eyes clenched shut, never
felt it strike. If still ringing, he had no sense
of what had happened until he slowly opened his eyes
and sorrow. His own truck stopped right by his feet.
He looked a few feet in front of the truck.
There in the gravel lay, furry body did still. Nelson
now looked in the car, and Obu looked back at him.
They locked eyes silently. They wondered, they feared, they hoped,
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