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  The Road to Helltown

  A Preternatural Affairs Novel

  S M Reine

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  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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  Published by Red Iris Books

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  June 2015 — San Francisco, California

  It was a black day around Fisherman’s Wharf. ‘Course, every damn day had been black since Earth split open and Hell came spilling out.

  I was wearing a mask over my nose and mouth but still gagged on ash. That was life. Inches of ash on the boardwalk, the streets, in my lungs. Even the wet ocean wind couldn’t do jack shit about that. Much like how nothing could stop America from being shredded by fucking demons.

  “Hurry,” I urged, voice muffled by the mask. “That boat’s out of here in five minutes whether or not you’re on it.”

  “I’m trying to keep up!” Halle Beckett hurried behind me pushing one child in a stroller while the other was wrapped around her back like a monkey. She was a widow, a white lady in her thirties, struggling to get her two kids out of the ash, the demon attacks, the darkness. Halle had hired me to help her do it. “It’s just—it’s Declan!”

  The child who’d been clinging to her back—Declan—was no longer attached to Halle. He was limping behind us. He was slowed by a makeshift splint on one leg.

  I cursed myself internally. I hadn’t noticed that the kid was off his mom, much less falling behind, and that was my whole job. I stopped to help Halle push the stroller over a crumbled curb. “Keep going to the boat,” I said. “Five minutes. Remember?”

  I didn’t wait for Halle’s response before looping back to scoop Declan into my arms.

  He was too big to be carried, though he was small for his age. Probably eight or nine years old, tall but scrawny. Most kids were scrawny these days. There weren’t farms left to feed us. Even non-perishables were perishing as manufacturing and imports shut down nationwide. Nobody had food, least of all some kid who couldn’t even walk on his own.

  “I need all the help you’ve got,” I told Declan. “Arms around my neck?”

  His eyes were big with fear. He didn’t want to put his arms around this guy he didn’t even know. I was a six-foot-plus stranger who he’d never seen, barely spoken to, didn’t know.

  Declan was more afraid of being left behind by his mom than he was of me. He put his arms around my neck.

  The boat was bobbing alongside Fisherman’s Wharf, an ugly little vessel shamefully unprepared to embark on torrential ocean waters. The hull was more rust than metal. I didn’t think it was possible to float with that many barnacles attached.

  We didn’t have a choice but to load the Becketts on that boat and shoot for Australia anyway. The Breaking had carved a big flaming X into North America, and nowhere accessible by road was safe.

  There were a lot of families just like Declan’s taking wild shots on similar boats. Most figured being swallowed by the ocean was a better death than being swallowed by demons.

  I held Declan tight against my chest as I pounded up the boardwalk. My breath wheezed in my mask. My muscles felt like putty.

  The first few families I’d helped out of the country through San Francisco had been easier than this.

  Saving people was getting hard, and it wasn’t just my waning physical strength. Fewer boats were in this neck of the woods anymore. This one might have been held together by rust and barnacles, but it was better than I’d seen in weeks.

  There were fewer people in any condition to escape, too. Most of the folks who’d survived the initial waves of the Breaking had already taken refuge elsewhere. And most of the folks who’d been injured…well, we didn’t have hospitals anymore, and there was a lot of empty land freed up for graves these days.

  Damn it, I had to get the Becketts onto that boat.

  Only when I’d climbed out onto the pier with Declan did I realize that there was a second boat waiting behind the first one. A yacht. Couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen a ship that looked so clean, particularly one without holes in its hull. Its windows weren’t cracked. There were satellite dishes on top of the cabin.

  How’d I missed that one coming into town? It had capacity for dozens of evacuees.

  “Mr. Hawke!” Halle shrieked. She was pointing over my shoulder, horrified.

  I clutched Declan close and swung around to look at San Francisco proper.

  The metro area was, as always, under a heavy blanket of ash. Looked like a dozen volcanos were erupting elsewhere in California. I wished it were volcanos. At least volcanos belched fire rather than demons.

  Like the half-dozen demons scrambling up the road toward me now.

  This species was called brutes. They came from the City of Dis. They had big vee-shaped bodies, gnarled leg-stubs, and enormous mouths on their chests. Because chests are a normal place to keep huge toothy mouths when you come outta Hell.

  “Fuck,” I said, and then I remembered I was holding a kid. “Sorry.” Declan burst into hysterical tears and clung tighter. Guess demons were more disturbing than my bad language.

  The captain of the boat was releasing ropes.

  “Wait!” I shouted, quickening my pace to put distance between the approaching brutes and myself. “I’ve got your passengers!”

  “We have to go now!” The captain was even more scared of the demons than Declan. He was drenched in sweat as he tried to shove off.

  Halle and her other kid weren’t even on the boat.

  I skidded to a stop at her side, sliding on the moisture-soaked wood. She clutched Declan’s hand as he slithered out of my arms.

  “Get on the boat,” I said.

  The vessel was lurching now that the captain had released the ropes, and inching away from the pier.

  Halle hesitated. She was staring at the approaching demons with such big eyes that I could almost see ‘em reflecting in the whites.

  “Hey! You!” I pointed to one of the captain’s guys. I was sure I knew his name—I’d gotten to know everyone brave enough to sail in or out of San Francisco—but I couldn’t ident
ify him under the layered coats and scarves. “Get ready to catch!”

  “Catch?” His eyes fell on the boy climbing out of the stroller. “All right! Ready when you are!”

  The demons had gotten to the end of the pier. They breathed louder than huffing steam trains, struggling to survive in this cold, wet environment so unlike home.

  Just because the brutes were dying didn’t mean they weren’t a threat. I’d seen them bite heads off whole in their death throes.

  A little humidity wasn’t going to keep them from murdering these kids.

  “Hang tight,” I said, sweeping an arm under Declan’s legs.

  I gathered what little strength I possessed and tossed him to the crew.

  “No!” Halle cried.

  They caught him without even jarring his leg. He was crying as they lowered him to the deck. Crying, but safe.

  I couldn’t toss the second kid—or his mom, for that matter.

  The brutes were on top of us.

  There was no time to do anything but draw my Desert Eagle.

  I lifted it in both hands, supporting one arm with the other and widening my stance. “Get on the boat!” I shouted to Halle over my shoulder, and I opened fire.

  Bang. Bang.

  A hole opened in a brute’s shoulder, over the leftmost curve of his curled lip. Teeth shattered inside his mouth.

  “Thank you, Mr. Hawke,” Halle said breathlessly. I felt a tugging. Weight sank into my pocket. She’d given me the only payment she had. “Thank you.”

  I kept shooting.

  Bang. Bang. Bang.

  Hitting center mass on a brute was easy. They were nothing but center mass. But the front-most of them had to eat the first two bullets to go down. My third shot only winged the one behind it. The stench of sulfuric blood filled the air.

  A quick look back told me Halle still hadn’t jumped and the boat was starting to drift.

  A man leaped off of the shiny yacht.

  “I’m here!” he called, as if I’d been expecting him.

  He was a lean, athletic blond wearing a cable-knit sweater and boat shoes. He looked like he was ready to have a swell day at the races with his cigar-smoking buddies.

  Except for the knife.

  This guy was holding a huge fucking knife—maybe a sword. Never seen a blade quite like that one before.

  He rushed past me. In the instant he passed, he said, “Help the woman.”

  The blond man slid on his knees to approach the brutes from below.

  His knife flashed.

  I didn’t take time to see how much demon blood this Good Samaritan Ninja would spill into the steely waters of Fisherman’s Wharf. I grabbed the second Beckett child. He was a lot smaller than Declan and even more scared.

  “Mommy! Mommy!”

  I didn’t even have the extra energy to mutter an apology before hurling the preschooler at the captain.

  The captain caught him, barely. The boat was a couple feet away now. Hard to hurl a thirty-pound pile of baby-spaghetti that far when it wasn’t feeling cooperative.

  Halle didn’t need my help to jump once she was separated from both of her boys. She ran to the edge of the pier, launched off. Her foot slipped. She slammed into the side, clinging to the bulkhead as her feet scrabbled helplessly against slippery barnacles.

  “Halle! Fuck!” I spun, searching for a rope.

  A brute slammed into me from the side. I hit the dock.

  The thing must have weighed close to a ton. Probably not literally, but tell that to my lungs, which couldn’t expand with the pressure of a demon squeezing me down.

  Not just any demon, but the hulking chest of an ugly fucking demon with a mouth bigger than my shoulders were wide.

  It was chewing on my shirt.

  “Augh!”

  I was screaming, Halle was screaming, brutes were screaming, everyone was screaming.

  I squeezed my gun’s trigger until I was deaf from the blasts and the weight vanished. Then I rolled over.

  On all fours, I could almost breathe. The problem was that I inhaled the scent of sulfur. I coughed violently inside the mask. Felt like I was suffocating. I ripped the facemask off and tossed it at the bloodied body of the brute writhing on the dock.

  The blond Jet Li of Beverly Hills was, meanwhile, engaging two of the remaining brutes. He slashed and spun so fast that he looked like a fucking Beyblade.

  That left three or four brutes for me to kill.

  More of them had appeared. Where from?

  Through the fog, all of San Francisco looked to be swarming with demons now. I’d known that the winds from Hell were blowing this way—in fact, it was the reason I’d chosen to resettle in SF—but the storm shouldn’t have descended for a few more hours.

  I was running out of time.

  The captain clapped his hands on Halle’s arms and hauled her into the boat. The waves washed them away. The motor powered up.

  I savored a moment at edge of the pier, watching the fishing boat retreat. The Becketts and crew were trying to find room to sit amid the supplies on deck. They didn’t wave thanks to me, but they were alive, swept into the vast question mark of the ocean, and they had a chance at hope. That was better than gratitude.

  I turned to see that the blond guy was falling back under the onslaught from the brutes. They were gonna break through.

  There was nowhere to run. My options were to dive into the ocean or face the brutes.

  I didn’t much like swimming. I opened fire again.

  Bang! Bang! I aimed as best I could and fired fast, knocking down two of them in the process.

  “We can’t take them all! Get on the Friederling X!” the blond guy shouted.

  The yacht was the Friederling X, I saw. It was the only vessel left. There were two women standing on its prow. A very short black-haired woman, and a taller, curvier woman.

  The sight of the two ladies got my stomach churning in a way even the brutes didn’t.

  “I’m not leaving the city yet.” I grabbed Halle’s payment out of my pocket. It was an old glass Coke bottle, one of those little ones from the sixties. She must have gotten it from an antique store. There was gasoline swirling inside rather than cola. Maybe three or four ounces of it. Thank God for Halle. “You get on the boat. I’ll cover your back while you escape.”

  He kicked a brute away, grabbed my arm. “Don’t be an idiot, Cèsar!”

  The sound of my name on his mouth made me freeze. I felt a weird kind of cold all over, prickling at my flesh, squeezing through my bones.

  I looked at his face again.

  Long features. Sharp nose. Intelligent eyes. Perfect teeth.

  “How do you know who I am?” I asked.

  “Because I came to San Francisco for you. We all did. Now get on the yacht or I’ll feed you to the brutes myself!”

  I didn’t get a chance to argue.

  It might have been hard for me to toss a three year old, but this guy had no trouble hurling all two hundred pounds of me at his yacht. I clutched the Coke bottle of fuel to my chest so it didn’t break.

  I’d barely hit the deck when the yacht began to pull away from the wharf.

  “Wait!” I sat upright, gripping the side of the boat. The churning waves made my stomach flip. I tasted bile in the back of my mouth. Better bile than sulfur. “You’re just gonna leave him with those demons?”

  “Nope,” said the taller, brown-skinned woman, who was at the controls. She swung the yacht around toward the pier. She only drew near enough to permit the blond man to reach us.

  He leaped and hit the deck next to me.

  When he landed, he rolled up against the feet of the shorter woman. “I told you I’d get him,” he said, grinning at her.

  “Yeah, guess you did.” Now I could see that she had features that looked East Asian, maybe Japanese. I was bad at telling the difference between nationalities. Her accent was one hundred-percent local. Wherever her predecessors hailed from, she was clearly California breeding s
tock. “Whatever, Fritz. You were right, but only this time, and you shouldn’t let it go to your head. Happy?”

  “I am now.” He stood. His hair whipped around his face as the boat accelerated, drawing the four of us further away from the coast of California. “Thanks for joining us on the Friederling X, Mr. Hawke. I’m Fritz Friederling. And I have a job for you.”

  The name’s Cèsar Hawke. I live in a broken world on the brink of oblivion.

  It’s exactly as much fun as it sounds.

  A few years back, I was a private investigator based in Los Angeles. That job isn’t fun either. Following cheating housewives through Hollywood gets boring after the first two or three cucks. It was better than what I was doing now, though.

  You know that saying about beggars and choosers? We were a world filled with beggars these days. Being a PI was slightly more fun than helping refugees, but I didn’t have a choice. I made do just like everyone else.

  My PI skills were useful in a whole new way after the Breaking.

  What’s the Breaking, you ask?

  That’s a shitty question and you should be ashamed for even opening the conversation.

  No, just kidding. The Breaking is what we call the time after the Fissure opened. And the Fissure is a gash that leads directly into Hell.

  Some people say the Fissure is a mark of gods fighting against gods. Some scientists guessed that it was a tectonic plate thing before they got eaten by brutes. Other people say it’s a sign of the end of times.

  However you slice it, the Breaking means we’re running out of sunrises and sunsets. It’s the apocalypse. So it’s probably pointless to get people out of America where the Breaking started, since it won’t be long before the Breaking is everywhere.

  But I’m not a smart guy. I’ve never taken “this is impossible and you’re gonna die” as an answer.

 

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