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Chapter 40
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No Plagiarism!rKa7EA5q0xVyTMI3agN6posted on PENANA

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July 24th, 20179Please respect copyright.PENANAlOB1Vd2Ukj
11:38 PM
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Dion had called Apollo with no success, he had left a voice mail, texted, harassed the Priest who ended up harassing him back with questions. It wasn’t until four hours after the episode with Ophelia, four hours of walking and talking, of pointless wandering that he finally got a message back. An address. copyright protection5PENANAEjpPq4pwuq

He followed it. Uphill, it all led up, where he could see clearly the city for what it was. The rolls of hills, the waves of trees and of metal industrial chimneys that poked the sky. He could not tell what was cloud and what was soot. It was all gray, then black as he went higher up and the hour changed to nearly midnight. copyright protection5PENANA3qZWdI0nZO

The streets were better, cleaner, the cars sleeker. The chain link turned to white fence, turned to the giant bars of steel and the giant hedges. Every house was a kind of island. He could see the lights of their million dollar homes from the small, topsy-turvy streets. They were like the small glowing orbs of schools of fireflies. They moved around and looked outside at the wandering man, suspicious of him. Of Dion. It was practically a different city. copyright protection5PENANAuOtqUOlq6c

He stopped at the address and looked in front of him. There was no fence, at least. But the front yard was wide and upon it was a concrete fountain left to dry, there was a statue of a man holding a cornucopia but there was no water. It cracked and its cracks were filled with vine and grass. In that sense, it was different from the rest in how neglected it was. Past the statue, past an oak tree casting off its leaves, was a door. There was no stone path and Dion’s feet sank in the weak grass. The unruly nature of the house was made up by the fact that the lot was so large.copyright protection5PENANA5LvvAWz0s4

He opened the door, the locks were broken in already. There was no security system, the house was too old for it. The floorboards groaned and shrieked, the chandeliers shook from the rough shutting of the door. It seemed like a strong wind would have knocked the house down, the blow of a wolf maybe. And as Dion came to realize, the wolf had already done just that. In the kitchen he could hear the destruction of the house, the opening and removal of cupboards, that clunky cacophony as if the house was being reclaimed by scavengers. Apollo was turning over a drawer, spilling knives and forks all over. copyright protection5PENANArvuqsH9s58

“I’m surprised you came back.” Apollo said. He turned the fridge over. “It’s undignified to crawl back after what you did.”copyright protection5PENANAgzXK0RyliF

“I stand by what I did. I’d do it again if I had the chance.” Dion’s eyes narrowed.copyright protection5PENANAxoq3T1Zt2r

“You killed three people and left two to burn alive. You stand by that action?” Apollo looked underneath the table, went around, through a door underneath the stairs and peered inside the small safe room. copyright protection5PENANAxtW2UpK3SP

“You saw what they did. They killed a fucking girl.”copyright protection5PENANAc9paTp2sKk

“Involved in the murder of a small girl, we don’t know if they did it or not and we never will.”copyright protection5PENANA7iJylDAl6C

“What do you mean?!” Dion slapped the wood. A piece of the stair guard fell on his head and landed on the floor beneath them. Apollo came out of the room, picked it up and looked at Dion. copyright protection5PENANAMD5JF08p41

“I don’t really disagree with your choice. I understand it, really, I do. Even after the fact that you knocked me the fuck out.”copyright protection5PENANAfhaEr43twO

“I made sure you were safe.”copyright protection5PENANAOE6xdsaNNg

“Right.” Apollo said. He inspected the wood and the nice chipped end of which it came off of. It had been crushed.copyright protection5PENANApzUvjAvsZz

“Did you tell the Priest?” Dion asked.copyright protection5PENANAtfRETiIWLe

“No.” Apollo climbed slow and steady up the stairs. “I lied.”copyright protection5PENANAKzTR76kiT7

“Why?” Dion climbed after him.copyright protection5PENANAziHtO13jt3

“Because what the Vatican would do to you would be much worse than any jail or any harassment that the Priest could ever give you.” Apollo said. “Death would be a very, very, merciful thing for you. If they caught you, of course.”copyright protection5PENANATWiKAb3j8O

Dion stood. His throat felt dry and no amount of swallowing spit lubricated it. A hot dryness as if he had swallowed a handful of sand and let it chafe his insides. copyright protection5PENANAxTorKwx4Or

“I’m sorry.” Dion said.copyright protection5PENANAcoKURyVVSo

“What’s the point of apologizing, to me of all people?” Apollo stood at the top of the stairs. “You’re much more tolerable when you actually commit to something. Even if it’s murder.”copyright protection5PENANAZMlhxWtAfC

“I can’t call it murder.” Dion walked up past him. “I killed child killers, they weren’t people.” copyright protection5PENANApNvOegkMl9

It almost made Apollo chuckle. He went up, through the hall where the chandeliers fell close to their head, where it shook and spread their shadows out like and rotated them. Like a night lamp casting shadow puppets, thrown and left spinning on the floor. The light stopped and Apollo’s shadow fell upon a door, ivory oak. He put his hand to it. It would not move. Dion came to help but Apollo stopped him, instead, put his foot below the knob and pushed. It caved in. He took the hinges off with him. Dust flew back, wrapping around the falling door and hitting them with the antique smell of books and history.copyright protection5PENANAdxxYrpwmkp

“I can’t believe I’m just asking this, it makes me feel stupid, but why are we are?” Dion asked.copyright protection5PENANALkb6BI25ih

“It’s not just a feeling, Dion, but I’m glad you’re reflecting today.” Apollo said. Dion groaned. “We’re here to find the man who killed the little girl, Sophie. Or, the alleged murderer.”copyright protection5PENANAHI5dwjtQ5O

Dion flared up again, eyes red.  Apollo shook his head.copyright protection5PENANA0jmxhNXOah

“He’s not here, so relax. When I first came in I noticed a struggle and a missing car. The fight came from one of the lower bedrooms, into the garage, out the driveway. I thought I could find something of a clue in the kitchen. Nothing. Then you came.” He said. "Are you wearing gloves?"copyright protection5PENANAdWBp2d75jq

“No.” Dion said.copyright protection5PENANAn18seELIvR

Apollo handed him a handkerchief. copyright protection5PENANAwwbS4tG1hR

"Well, make sure to wipe your evidence off everything. Everything.” copyright protection5PENANAjvOVUQ82Ws

Dion rubbed aimlessly, nervously, as Apollo inspected the room. He passed him glances now and then, looking where he searched. He knocked on the walls. Looked over the stacks of books, lines of them, some midway removed. Nothing. He looked over the tops of desks and of cabinets where the film of dust had been disturbed. There was a clean stain in the shape of a circle and they both only wondered. copyright protection5PENANAsjtBLIgxqL

Dion came in at last. He went over to one end of the room and looked down at a rug.copyright protection5PENANApXhBQl4xnm

“Don’t touch anything.” Apollo said. It was too late, with that wide mouth curiosity, Dion flipped over the skin of a bear and made it moan as he threw it off to the side with its body depressed. copyright protection5PENANApGRdBM3KO0

Apollo nodded his head and they both looked. The arcana symbol was on the floor, smudged a bit but there, visible, an imperfect circle. Apollo knelt to inspect it.copyright protection5PENANAchjGS5o8DO

“It’s amateurish.” He said.copyright protection5PENANAU2McDCyI9V

“Well this amateur is giving us a lot of trouble.”copyright protection5PENANA4yBVLcIPWw

“You think he’s getting help?” Dion asked.copyright protection5PENANAP8O9OGedPR

“Astyanax.” Apollo said. “I looked him up. Son of Hector of Troy, he was stabbed in the belly by the Achaean’s and thrown over the wall of Troy. Or Ilium.”copyright protection5PENANA2JUOVyqtgA

“What’s that?”copyright protection5PENANApk90gUdZK9

“Ever read the Iliad?” Apollo tilted his head. “Have you ever read at all?”copyright protection5PENANAvzijI70XkP

“No, it’s too boring.” Dion said. copyright protection5PENANAPnzJbviCZy

“Right.” Apollo sighed. “Well, I thought it was just fiction. But who knows, maybe who we’re talking about is someone else. Probably a new prince in the upper levels of Hell, perhaps.”copyright protection5PENANAdoTmoagB90

Apollo looked back to the symbol, the geometry that was sloppy and the letters in Latin and in Hebrew, misspelled and misplaced. Amon was written there, at the bottom. On top of it, more Hebrew.copyright protection5PENANALFA3ZjbZgv

“I only know Latin.” Dion said.copyright protection5PENANAP6ToP4T8HS

“It says.” Apollo squinted. “Formless and Empty.”copyright protection5PENANAGUhzgFKxhT

“Oh, oh. Bingo!” Dion yellowed. Apollo put his finger over his mouth to hush him. “Jeremiah four twenty-three, I looked on the earth, and behold, it was formless and void; And to the heavens, and they had no light.” His voice was booming, his chest pumped like a proper preacher at the holy edifice, above the crowd and above the bible stand. copyright protection5PENANAx3y86xrhxI

“Right.” Apollo said. He shook his head and put his hand against the paint. He removed it. Electricity shot out. A loud bang that popped the glass and left them deaf. Apollo opened his eyes, his jaw was moving uncontrollably in muscle spasms. He was shaking his hand, blowing air against it. It had been burned, the nails completely burned off and the concussion leaving large bruises all around him like a brown Dalmatian.copyright protection5PENANANmOGLELFMs

“Fuck.” Apollo couldn’t hear his own curse. His ears were still ringing, Dion hadn’t suffered much of anything and was clearing his face from smoke. He looked at Apollo’s wound, watched him try and blow away the pain. He was the first to look outside and nearby. No one cared, not the rich and their lighted houses. They were too far to care. He looked back to Apollo who picked himself up, then to the floor and missing glyphs. copyright protection5PENANAxtnP3DuNaM

“Fucking fuck.” Apollo said. “Self-destructing piece of fucking shit.” He was nearly foaming in his anger. copyright protection5PENANAGIPfRWNiek

He lugged his body around like a rag doll, holding his hand low to the ground. His mouth was scrunching hard against itself, Dion could hear the sound of grating. They both looked to the broken window, to a docile albino crow. It scurried away. Apollo looked up. His hand was getting better, he could walk now.copyright protection5PENANA12HQJsvv7h

“Let’s look elsewhere.” Apollo said. “Before something else annoys me.” copyright protection5PENANAYFLluOZZB9

They wandered a bit. Apollo kissed his hand. It healed, mostly, and all that was left, mostly, were the twitches of damaged nerves. Those took longer to heal. The finer details always did. copyright protection5PENANAMiSCyJzl2O

They came up to an end and to nothing. The light switch at the side did not work, they looked back at the hall now dark. Apollo was holding his hand, Dion was looking around and putting his ear against the wood. copyright protection5PENANAF4QnUAPq5X

“Do you think the house can talk?” Apollo asked.copyright protection5PENANAI3Dto8hn8T

“Well, I saw you knocking. I thought I might hear something.”copyright protection5PENANAxUcqxKa66d

Apollo nodded his head. He moved a bit in the darkness, then felt something over his head. A string perhaps. He raised his hands, the ceiling was too far from him. So he yanked the chord, Dion shuffled away. Stairs descended with what sounded like an annoyed croak of rusted metal. The sound of something wanting desperately to be ignored. And from what, both of them suspected, they would find out soon. It was immediate, almost.copyright protection5PENANAUMhL9clYCq

The smell of death. Light came out from the small square in the ceiling where the smell came from.copyright protection5PENANAWkuzNSI5gQ

“Are you sure you want to come up?” Apollo asked.copyright protection5PENANAZOKcehXoo3

Dion’s face went still. His eyes focused, weighted, like they were a burden on his face. Two giant balls of cold, black steel.copyright protection5PENANABjPT4Y5qXI

“I’m used to it already, right?” He said. Apollo looked away then climbed. copyright protection5PENANAQU2luQdcWu

Dion followed and he looked nearby at another beaded string. Dion pulled this one. They reeled back at the image. copyright protection5PENANA2ViM8w45Vt

It smelled of rotted pig, left to disintegrate in the heat of a dumpster. It almost smelled sweet, that same pig, drawn out and on top of it, cheap sickly sweet perfume poured over. A carcass, both rotten and sweet. A body dressed in that disingenuous sweet smell. copyright protection5PENANA8wMYqRXvhU

There was a corpse in front of them. There was a knife lodged in his back. Both of them could not tell who it was, for the body was too engorged and glossy red to tell. It seemed like a giant ball, ready to pop, foaming red where the bug-eaten holes were formed. copyright protection5PENANAd8Ogti7Hu3

“Just another victim. Ten days old, it seems.” Apollo said.copyright protection5PENANAbxZtk7ZocU

Dion’s eyes fell. copyright protection5PENANASlrEjRwgnN

“I want to pretend that he was the first. But that would be a lie, wouldn’t it?” Dion asked.copyright protection5PENANAbBV0RpjY6O

“Probably.”copyright protection5PENANA2hl1KF8K4l

They both went silent. There was no need to inspect, there was nothing that could tell them who it was. All they knew was that it was somebody, all the knew, was that it was one amongst the many, a pile, a wall, that grew and grew and grew. copyright protection5PENANAFWG6B0Y7hl

And they felt for some reason, that this body was just another promise, the promise of more death.copyright protection5PENANAVsXRsOgMNn

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