Eldritch Exorcist Interlude 9 - Rey

Rey sat there, looking ahead with an unfocused gaze. The ticking of the old clock lulled him into a trance-like state, letting his thoughts flow freely. And they flowed to the sa place they had been going for the past month: magic. It was real. He had seen it in action. He’d seen a man hurl fire and death as in the movies he’d watched growing up, and the world changed for him—it beca a place he couldn’t make sense of.

“Honey?” A voice ca from the background, distant and muted, unable to break through the wall of anxious thoughts in his head.

“Honey!” she shouted, and he finally turned, only to see his wife with concern written all over her face. She wore that expression more and more lately. No matter how he tried to tell her everything was all right, she always knew when he was lying.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Shouldn’t you leave for work?” she asked.

Rey finally looked at the clock and noticed he was running late. “Shit.” He hurried to pack his things.

After a few minutes of chaotic running around the house, he was finally sitting in his cruiser. He looked into the car mirror and saw his own tired face. There were more gray hairs in his short, military-style cut. The lines on his face were deeper, but the strength never left his eyes—not even after Cecil’s death.

Ever since that night, he’d seen strangeness in the cases. Every cri begged the question of whether it was a mutant or a mage hiding behind it. However, that uneasiness lessened two weeks ago, when all of the strange cases just… disappeared.

Their docunts, the reports, everything, were moved to so outside organization and vanished without a trace. If there were physical evidence, then n in black suits would co and collect it. None would answer any questions, and Rey certainly wasn’t going to be asking.

‘Were people like Samuel taking care of them?’ he sotis wondered.

The man was helpful, but Rey always trusted his instincts, and they were telling him he was a monster in his own right. And Rey didn’t want anything to do with monsters. So each ti a strange report vanished, and a new case was assigned out of nowhere, he happily let it go without a word.

He arrived at the precinct and got to the paperwork, hoping for a quiet day, even though those were becoming increasingly rare of late. However, his hopes were shattered, as an urgent call for all available units ca around halfway through the day: multiple homicides in a gang’s hideout. It was a shit show. Rey got into his cruiser and, after a few minutes of waiting for his partner, they went to the scene.

By the ti they arrived, many people were already there, most of them from evidence collection. dics were also to the side, but there was no urgency in their movents. Everyone was already dead—no injuries.

To his surprise, he saw his commandant talking with soone dressed like a character from an old detective movie. The man must have gotten the call earlier—but why?

“Rey!” shouted the commandant when their gazes t. “Co here,” he said, and then turned to the man. “He’s my best man,” Rey heard the praise.

Once he approached his boss, the man gave him a short command. “I want you to go inside and tell what you think.”

“What will I be looking at?”

“Multiple homicide. Soone raided the hideout. It’s the East Razors.”

“East Razors?” Rey asked back, clearly surprised. “Fuck… don't tell we will have another gang war?”

“Not likely.” The boss shook his head.

“Why? An attack on a hideout like that—”

“There are no survivors.”

Rey winced. Was this another strange one?

“The gang leaders were having a secret eting. Soone walked in and massacred all of them. The remnants will be taken over by others nearby. The Razors are most likely done.”

“Good riddance,” said one of the policen listening to the conversation. “Violent fucks got what they deserved.”

“Yeah, instead, we have soone capable of just walking in and massacring them. Wouldn’t call it a good change.”

Rey just nodded and walked into the building. It was a house in the suburbs turned into a hideout and drug den. He had to admit—they did a good job covering it. From the outside, there was nothing that stood out: no prostitutes walking around, no junkies. It was most likely a eting place and distribution center.

The first thing Rey thought he would sll was blood and gunpowder. But to his surprise, the iron scent was missing. There was so gunpowder in the air, but not very strong. He furrowed his brow and walked in. The bodies were still there, with so evidence marked and lab rats taking photos.

There were also bullet holes, but sothing was off. There was no blood.

‘Did they use gas?’ he thought.

“What killed them?” Rey asked one of the lab workers after getting a good look at the scene.

Before the answer ca, a loud, older, commanding voice interrupted.

“All of you, leave,” said the man.

Rey turned around just to see an FBI badge right in front of his nose. It was held by the older man who had previously talked with his boss. His body was well-built despite his age. Gray hair and white stubble marked his chin. His eyes were calm and intelligent. He was dressed in a long black coat, slightly out of date, and wore a gray fedora.

Back in the day, Rey would have argued the order, but now? He happily moved aside.

“Not you,” said the older man. “Reymond, I presu. I heard good things from your boss. I would like to hear what you think about it, and I need soone to help .”

Rey sighed and nodded.

The old man moved aside and pointed at a young man in a wheelchair seated behind him. He looked to be in his twenties, wearing neat gray trousers and a white sweater. He had black, neatly combed hair that needed a haircut.

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Rey didn’t question it as he lifted the wheelchair over the step and past a body lying in the hallway.

“Thank you,” said the kid, clearly embarrassed. “My na’s Josh, by the way. And this is Filip,” he said, pointing at the older man.

“Rey. A pleasure.”

As he carried the young man in, he could hear so of the lab people grumble about contaminating the scene, but he was happy to ignore them.

“Please place him in the middle and lead him wherever he points you—even if it is upstairs,” Filip said.

“Sure,” Rey answered.

“And…” The man hesitated, looking to the new arrival.

“We can't wait any longer. I told you he would quit,” Josh reassured him.

“Fine,” Filip relented, turning to Rey. “It might be slightly weird, but I want you to follow along. It’s crucial.”

“Okay,” Rey confird, feeling the weight in his stomach drop. He was more and more sure he had stumbled into sothing he shouldn’t have.

“You sure about it?” Josh asked Filip.

“Please. We need the confirmation,” the man said firmly.

“Fine.” Josh sighed and closed his eyes.

Rey could see his breathing slow. He stiffened and started to grimace as his body twitched more and more—then went still.

“Catch him!” shouted Filip.

Before Rey could think about what he ant, the young man took a hasty, loud breath and almost fell forward out of the wheelchair as he spasd. Sweat covered his body, and Rey watched him go paler and paler.

“I’ll get the dic,” Rey shouted, but was stopped by the older man.

“No need. He’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” wheezed the young man.

“You sure?” Rey asked, hoping to be away from whatever it was that was happening here.

“Yes. So—” The older man turned to Josh. “What did you see?”

“Really? What do you think?”

“Please. I’m sorry to have you do this again.”

“No, you’re not… It was, as always. I try to see—I see their deaths, I see the room, I see the power—but then, when it walks in… I can’t. The mont I looked at it, it’s like it looked back, like it saw in my own vision, and I woke, afraid. Happy?”

“So it’s him,” Filip said.

“We don’t know shit. I can’t see the person—it’s like they are behind a veil. We don’t know it’s even one person,” Josh said.

The old man insisted, with a mix of excitent, fear, and determination in his voice: “It’s him. The Veiled Man.”

“Most likely.” Josh finally relented.

“Can you try to look into it without looking at him? Just tell us how they died.”

The two talked—the older man getting excited—completely ignoring Rey’s presence. Rey was out. Now he was sure this was sothing otherworldly. He made a move to walk out, but his movent caught Filip’s gaze.

“Oh. Sorry about that.”

“Suuure. Can I go? Or will you need for sothing more?”

“Yes—I still need help with the wheelchair. I can’t lift him.”

Rey groaned, starting to think up an excuse, as the older man gave Josh a water bottle. They waited for so ti for the kid’s breath to stabilize, and once he looked better, with so color returning to his face, he once again closed his eyes and slowed his breath.

After so ti, he started to frown, and groans ca from his lips, but there was no seizure. Instead, the kid spoke in a tired voice, as if struggling.

“It is the middle of the night. They are keeping watch as the bosses talk. There are ten ard n here—five more upstairs—and then four bosses in a room, talking. They are relaxed. It’s their territory. Other gangs are afraid. Then a knock cos. They are surprised. One of the n goes to look through the door, and then he—” Josh froze. “He just opens it without any question. Th… that thing—”

Rey could see him struggle more.

“Don’t look at the darkness. Tell what you see around them, their feelings, anything,” Filip said in an even, calming voice.

“I can’t see the man… but he kills the one before the door. I don’t know how. They pick up their weapons—they shoot—they empty magazines—but it’s just standing there, unbothered.” Rey saw the old man frown as the kid spoke. “It’s amused by them. Then two more die—helpless. Other n co due to the gunshots, but the thing—they can’t kill it. They can’t even pick up their weapons. It kills them one by one. They are terrified. They want to run, but they can’t. Anyone who tries just… I don’t know—they can’t. The thing likes their fear. No—it… it…” he spoke faster and faster, panic entering his voice.

“Don’t look at it. You don’t have to read it.”

“No. It… their fear—it serves a purpose. It’s more than just the thing’s amusent. It… I—I—it’s looking right at .”

“Stop looking at it. Turn around!” shouted the old man.

“I—” The kid went quiet for so ti before his breath cald once again. “It kills everyone here without any hesitation. It then goes upstairs,” he said, turning to the stairs, his eyes still closed. The old man commanded Rey to move the wheelchair to where the boy was pointing.

“And does the sa to all the n on the way. One by one. They can’t even fight back. There are no gunshots. It then goes after the bosses. All four of them fall—but one is still alive—and… that’s it.”

“Four? You sure?” asked the older man as he looked over the room.

“Yes. Why?” the boy asked back, now once again out of the trance-like state.

“We are missing one body, then.”

After making sure Josh was all right, the FBI agent thanked Rey and gave him a chance to ask questions, assuring him they would provide so explanation, but, to their surprise, he didn’t ask any. He knew magic when he saw it. So after whatever had happened was over, Rey was happy to evacuate, hoping it would be the end of it.

But things rarely worked out for him lately.

“Sorry for the strange show. But you took it quite well… We recently lost an associate and need soone mainly to help move Josh around. Your commandant spoke very highly of you. Great instincts, he said, so if—” the man was clearly making an offer, but Rey interrupted him.

“Thank you, but I just want to get to retirent calmly. So I’m sorry, but I have to decline the offer,” he said firmly.

He saw the old man hesitate, but relent in the end.

Sadly for Rey, things never worked out like that. Two days later, he was called to the commandant’s office. Apparently, there would be a manhunt for so killer, and the case was big enough for a multi-agency action to begin. That ant local police precincts were to send their best man for a briefing with the big, bad FBI—and to Rey’s annoyance, that ant him.

He was called to an FBI field office in Los Angeles and, after clearing security, was led to a large conference room. There were other policen there, a few of whom he recognized. The rest were agents in suits, all very important-looking, not speaking to the everyday policen. Not like he was hoping for a conversation anyway.

He also noticed the older FBI man to the side, but without the kid in the wheelchair.

Once everyone was gathered, a very important-looking middle-aged man in the most expensive suit in the whole room took the stage.

“Welco. As you might have already heard, we are here to coordinate a manhunt—although that is not entirely true, as we don’t really know much about the man we will be hunting.” He looked over everyone. Rey noticed his tone was rather strange, as if he wasn't too happy about the eting either. “In the following days, we will attempt to create a usable profile of our killer, but make no mistake, this will be a tough case, and I will expect so extra hours put in. We don’t know much about the UNSUB, but we suspect him to be responsible for at least fifty murders that we know of…” The man let his voice hang in the air as everyone started murmuring.

That was a large number. Even Rey had to say it surprised him despite his experience on the job.

“We don’t know his face, his motives, his ways. We don’t know… much,” he said, and then looked to the older FBI man—his gaze questioning, with an undertone of anger. The older man held that gaze and then nodded slightly, to which the one on the podium sighed before continuing. “Make no mistake, we are likely after one of the most prolific serial killers in Arican history. And all that we have connecting the cases is the way he kills: a single attack made by a sharp, piercing object to the back of the head.”