Lucky's Girl (30 page)

Lucky raised his voice. “Tonight we’re gonna give it a try. Some of you have already given me a chance, given Our God a chance, and that’s all I’m asking from the rest of you. I want you to know;
you can be more than you are
. You can be more than the System allows you to be. We’re gonna try; try to break down those walls between us and one another, to break down the barriers between us and ourselves, to break down the fences between us and Our God. It will require a leap of faith. Now let me ask, which one of you is afraid?”

No one raised their hand, no one ever does in the face of a question like that.

Lucky cocked his head, looking out at them through slitted eyes.

“What about now?”

The night was torn apart by a deep, evil growl, promising blood and death, followed by Blackie stepping out from the shadows of Grove Island, glowing eyes reflecting the flames. A shout arose from the rear of the assembly as people jumped to their feet to start backing away. But the same sound arose behind them, and to their sides. The Pack had surrounded the people of Elton Township, growling a tale of razor teeth with no escape.

For a panicked moment there was shouting, pushing and fear, but those in the front hadn’t even gotten to their feet, and those still sitting shifted to their knees and raised their eyes and hearts to speak the words of the chant;

Wen-ta-cho, wen-ta-cho, wen-ta-cho…

The syllables fell over the assembly while those in the back saw those in the front kneeling. More of them were picking up the low and reverent chant, with more dropping to their knees.

Wen-ta-cho, wen-ta-cho, wen-ta-cho…

“I didn’t learn these words from any book, but these are the words of our God. One day we will have them all written down. A New Testament for a New Covenant, revealed beneath the canopy of Our Church, the Big Tree.”

He paused, closing his eyes and raising his hands to the sky.

“I spoke in tongues, I opened myself, and my hands were red with the sacrifice and the seeing. The Big Tree spoke the words to me, and by these words you will greet Our God.”

Ket-mat-na-roz, keh-pi-uh, ja-quey, tae-lae, bas-nef-tek.

Wen-ta-cho! Wen-ta-cho! Wen-ta-cho!

Lucky jumped down off the pier to stand in front of the assembly. More of them had taken to their knees but even in the face of everything they were seeing, some in the rear still remained on their feet.

“Our first baptism will be the baptism of fear. Can faith beat fear? Are you willing to stand before the world and turn your back on the System, to turn your back on fear?”

There was a murmur from the faithful. “Yes! Yes!”

Lucky nodded, “The faithful will follow me tonight. The first baptism is the baptism of fear. The second is the baptism of blood.”

Then he slipped out of his robes, standing naked before them. Most of the women and some of the men gasped in lust. This was their church and this was their priest. Many hands clasped in prayer fell down between legs.

Blackie stepped fully from the shadows to face Lucky. He knelt down reverently, putting his arms around her like an old friend. He was naked and defenseless, but embraced the incarnation of death without hesitation. A cheer rose from the faithful and the faithless alike, and they lined up to follow their priest.

In the vanguard of the faithful was Ellen, holding the hands of two small children.

CHAPTER 8

Kenny turned and waved to his uncle’s old friend, Jerry as he pulled out of the driveway. Jerry had given him a police escort on his drive home. Kenny hadn’t been this drunk in decades, and Jerry’s blood alcohol level was also way beyond the legal limit too, especially for a cop. He finally turned to look at the front door of the old cabin, and realized he was about to face Ellen and the kids drunk, and that he’d been gone for hours.

Would the kids care that he’d been gone that long? Probably not, but he hadn’t asked Ellen if she’d mind waiting while he knocked around with the town rummies.

What would his children say when they saw their father
really
drunk? Could they lose any more respect for him? Would he just have to wait longer for their relationship to mend?

And he
was
leaving, much sooner than he had projected prior to today.

While he didn’t share the terrific awe the others held Lucky in, he knew that the man was incomprehensibly charismatic and manipulative. And he knew Lucky felt they had some unfinished business.

Maybe he even wanted them to be friends again.

Part of him thrilled at the prospect, but the other part of him remembered what Lucky had done.

And for what? To what end? He still didn’t know.

Kenny managed to get the key in the door. They weren’t there.
Where were they? Where are my kids? Where’s Ellen? Kelly would be so mad if she knew that I’d gotten drunk and lost track of the kids. Disappointed. Disgusted. They’d seen other parents like that in Baytown. Parents who partied and left the kids in front of the TV
.

He picked up the old phone with the big green curly cord and dialed Ellen’s number. She’d left it when she’d come by that first disastrous time. It rang and rang. No answer. Ellen’s car wasn’t in the driveway. He swayed over to the door and double-checked. Gone.

Maybe she’d had to go, but where were the kids?

She wouldn’t have taken them to her place without leaving a note.

He checked for a note. He failed to find one.

Had they got bored and gone out to play? The thought sent a chill up his spine. He didn’t think Jake would go out there again, but kids were funny like that. Maybe they just went out to the pier?

He opened the front door and shouted their names. “Jenny! Jake! Where are ya? Come home!”

He heard no sound except the giant emptiness of the Upper Peninsula. He tried to focus and listen harder. Faintly he heard a voice. Soon other voices joined in, in what sounded like a refrain, but more formal sounding, not something that he’d associate with The Rev’s church… It didn’t sound like gospel music. It sounded more like chanting, but not Catholic chanting. Something
totally
different.

Then he heard the growl, the shouting, after which a chorus of deep dark wolf snarls were followed by more shouting… and finally by cheering and a cacophonous lupine chorus.

He ran with his uncle’s old M-1 Garand toward the sound as the chorus of human shouts and wolf howling grew louder.

Everyone
was there.

The whole of
Elton
was there.

All of them standing on the dry lakebed like some kind of surreal tableaux, which was getting more surreal as he drew closer. This was a religious event. People were on their knees. Hundreds of freaks on their knees in a dry lakebed facing a naked Lucky.

No shit, he’s fucking naked.

And the wolves were there, with a line of people going to kneel in front of Lucky and put their arms around the big fucking scary black wolf…

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT HE’S GOT A GUN!”

There were screams, there was panic, and Kenny knew no more.

***

Ellen had Lucky’s cock buried so far down her throat she was turning blue. Tears were running down her face and she was gasping for air. Shelly, Celeste and the girls in the choir were on the floor getting fucked while doing their damnedest to fuck in return.

When they’d returned from the pandemonium back to Lucky and Abby’s house they hadn’t said a word. All the clothes had come off. Even Abby, naked and rutting, a cock in her mouth and one in her cunt, while Shelly had her face buried in Celeste’s crotch, Celeste had her tongue buried in Ellen’s. Sweat had soaked the carpets, blood dripped from cunts and asses. The congregation would only stop when they’d passed out. When they had to shit or piss they would do it in the corner and resume fucking straight afterwards.

Any mouth not occupied by cock would follow the refrain Lucky had discovered through glossolalia. The true language, the oldest language had been revealed to him;

Ket-mat-na-roz, keh-pi-uh, ja-quey, tae-lae, bas-nef-tek.

Wen-ta-cho! Wen-ta-cho! Wen-ta-cho!

Lucky’s Tribe was twelve strong – seven women and five men. They would share everything, keeping nothing to themselves. They had cast aside the System, and all barriers keeping them from Their God had fallen.

Despite the sheer physical exhaustion, they felt good, they even looked good. People would ask them,
what are you doing, is it some kind of new diet? Because I want whatever you’re into.
It was all of them, every single one of Lucky’s inner circle. They looked lean, hungry, and satiated simultaneously. It had only been a mere matter of days, but Lucky had made the rounds with every single one of them.

Within minutes, sometimes even seconds, they were sucking his cock, most of them getting it while their husbands looked on.

And after they’d been with Lucky, they
knew
.

Jake and Jenny watched everything from the couch. Jake was glazed over, completely detached, but Jenny had fallen into Lucky’s beautiful gaze.

She too had been baptized, with the baptism of fear. She had faced her fear and had embraced the incarnation of their God on earth, feeling the thick black luxurious fur against her skin, reveling in its purity.

But of all the people who had embraced life and death that night, Blackie growled at her. None of the others. Lucky had quickly placed a hand on Blackie’s shoulder and laughed, telling her this was a sign. Their God had seen her and, more than anyone here, she needed to face her fear.

Even though it didn’t sit quite right, plus it seemed Blackie disliked her in particular, Lucky had told her she was special.
So special
he had said.

She was more than a little girl whose mommy had died and daddy didn’t understand. She was going to sit at his right hand, and be his when she was ready.

She was going to be Lucky’s Girl.

She knew she wasn’t ready yet. And Lucky had known it too, but their love was special, different in a way that regular people, even the rest of the Tribe, wouldn’t be able to comprehend. It was just that big. Jenny wanted it with all her heart, more than anyone had ever wanted anything. She had been born to be his.

So right now she was preparing herself. She knew what they were doing in front of her. They were doing the mommy and daddy thing. She’d walked in on her parents before. They’d laughed and got flustered, so she’d shut the door really quick. Yeah, she might have been a little kid but she was no fool either. This is what people did when they were in love, or when they were really in
like
too. This was how babies got made.

She’d thought it had been ruined for her though, but Lucky’s love was bigger than that. The boys who had hurt her did it because of the System. Those boys hadn’t wanted to be bad, but the System had made them that way. But Lucky would fix her, and no one would ever hurt her again.

She was Lucky’s alpha, his first lady. She was Lucky’s Girl.

***

“Yeah, Doc, I know it’s the middle of the night, and I know you’re a hundred miles away.”

Jerry rubbed his hands over his eyes, looking quickly back at the glass door. It was locked, but a fat lot of good that would do if the mob changed its mind and decided he needed some more convincing.

“Doc, please. It’s an emergency.”

There was some impatient yelling on the other side of the line.

“Doc, I can’t call the sheriff of any of the towns around here and I can’t fucking explain why. Please, please, just fucking trust me. Get in your car and bring some goddam gear to fix up a man who’s been beaten badly.”

More yelling on the other side.

“Doc, you know how everyone in Iron County thinks Elton is weird and broken? Well, all of that has come to a head. I need your help and I can’t fucking call the town sheriffs or the county hospital but I can’t tell you why either. I need your help. I swear to God I’ll resign after this and join AA or the DAR or whatever you want. Just do this one last thing. And hurry.”

The voice on the other side wasn’t yelling now. It sounded pissed, but it wasn’t yelling.

“Doc, when you get here. Park directly in front and I’ll unlock the door. Just for God’s sake please fucking hurry.”

Jerry took a drag of his cig, oddly flavored by the gun oil on his fingers. He’d disassembled and cleaned every piece in the station, oiled them until they gleamed. He had more than he could use, a sour reminder that he used to have deputies. Now he had himself and a mailman, while he was a walking coronary wearing a badge. Every smoke caused a little tap dance in his chest, an SOS warning him that this ship was sinking.

Errol had left earlier with one of the Beretta 92Fs from the eighties. Jerry had cleaned it and Errol had gone to go behind his cabin and test it out.

The mob hadn’t threatened them, Lucky hadn’t threatened them, but it was clear who possessed the power and who didn’t, and Lucky liked them knowing it. When the mob had dragged in Kenny, they had made no bones about who was the rightful authority in the little town of Elton, and it wasn’t a fat drunk with a badge.