and sat back down next to Jerky who only lifted one eye to see what I was doing.
Leonard yawned, and commented on how it was getting chillier each evening. 'Hope it's not an early winter. I was planning to get to the West Coast before the snow flies. Looks like I'll have to head south. Maybe get down to Arizona or something. Then head up north.'
'Yeah, me too. So, tell me more about the early days of Madeline. The more I know about this…whatever she is…the more I can defeat her,' I stated confidently.
'Defeat her?' Leonard asked incredulously, followed by a slight snigger. 'Yeah, right. Highly doubtful.'
I debated whether I should tell Leonard about my little secret. Something happened to me a few months back. Leonard's the first person I've encountered since my discovery.
He looked at me as if I had sprouted another head. 'Are you insane? You can't stop the evil that enshrouds her. She is a master at deceit and deception. I've heard the stories as well as saw with my own eyes what she is capable of. She is not human.'
'Can you tell me anything else about Madeline's early days?' I asked, hearing the first light drops of rain hitting the sidewalk outside. That rain-on-the-concrete smell drifted in and filled the room.
'Sure glad we found a place to hunker down for the night out of the rain. I miss having weather reports. Whew, I've gotten caught in some real downpours,' Leonard said, shifting his weight. 'Okay, another story it is. I've got a few more about Madeline before she left the little town I was practicing in.'
I nodded my head to encourage him.
'The next time I encountered Madeline was even more traumatic,' Leonard said with a slight quaver to his voice. He looked around the room nervously before he continued.
'Madeline's mother came to me for one appointment without Madeline. Her mother's name was…um…oh, shit what was her name?' Leonard scratched his head. 'Oh yeah. Her name was Claudia. Nice lady. How she spawned such evil will always remain a mystery.'
'Maybe she didn't. Was there a father?' I queried.
'Not that I know of. Claudia never spoke of one and there was no name on any medical forms regarding Madeline. Anyway, Claudia came in to ask several questions. For example, she wondered if it was normal for a child of six to never get sick. I told her that she should feel lucky that she had an extra healthy child.'
'What else did she ask?'
Leonard leaned forward and whispered softly, 'She asked if Madeline could be possessed.'
'Possessed?'
'Yup. Of course, being a man of science I never thought much about the supernatural. Heck, why would I. Oops, I just used your name. Sorry.'
I laughed and told him that it happened all the time.
'Of course, I became very interested in why she was asking such a question. She told me of several unusual and creepy things that took place with Madeline. She recounted one time observing Madeline playing with her dolls and they all started to dance and sing. Claudia explained another occurrence that gave me chicken skin.'
I laughed. 'Chicken skin?'
'You know, chicken skin. I guess some folks call it goose bumps.'
'Funny.'
'Well, it sure wasn't funny at the time when she told me how Madeline got mad at her once and all the knives in the kitchen flew at Claudia stopping an inch from her face. After seeing what Madeline did in that drugstore, I never doubted anything Claudia confided in me.'
Leonard continued recounting story after story about Madeline. Some of the stories were from Claudia or events that he had witnessed firsthand. As the candle dwindled and the shadows seem to encroach upon us, I almost thought the stories were becoming more farfetched; however, I believed every one that Leonard described. I knew Madeline and what she was capable of.
'Ya know, Heck, our world just let evil walk all over it and consume it. Madeline was the architect and contractor. She found our weakness and manipulated it toward our destruction. Humans have always been a violent species. She simply planted seeds that fostered, nurtured and spread a destructive path like…um…knapweed.'
'Knapweed?'
'That purple weed that kills everything and is nearly impossible to eradicate. It was rampant in grassy fields or along roadsides. She planted seeds in us that acted like knapweed. You remember when the killing began.'
I watched as the candle was nearly at the point of extinguishing and thought about those early tragic events. My eyelids were getting droopy. I pushed those horrifying details back.
As the last of the flame died out, Leonard said, 'Madeline tried to kill me once.'
'What happened?'
'She was in high school. I think maybe a junior, not sure. At any rate, she came to me concerned about a growth on her face. It was a harmless mole. I told her that some people considered them beauty marks. She got very upset and said that she couldn't have any blemishes on her face. I asked why and her anger mounted. Everything in the room started to vibrate and increased as she became more agitated. She insisted I take off the mole. I said fine and offered to take the mole off. After I completed the procedure, she became furious about the small incision and ranted about having a scar. I assured her that over time it would go away. That wasn't good enough. She got so angry that a scalpel flew off the table and positioned itself over my jugular vein. Slowly, I felt the knife slice into my skin. I was frozen either from fear or something she did. All my muscles felt stiff and rigid. Sweat beaded on my forehead and ran into my eyes. It was unbelievable.'
'How'd you stop her from killing you?' I asked as I heard the rain coming down harder.
'I closed my eyes and simply said, 'Jesus help me.' Well, you'd think I'd turned on a blaring alarm or something. She screamed, covered her ears and ran out of the examination room. The scalpel immediately fell to the ground. It took me a few minutes to recover. My nurse came in and asked if everything was all right. I made up some stupid story about Madeline being afraid of blood. From that point on, I didn't see much of Madeline. She never came back. I heard more stories and gossip about things that had happened at the high school. People did go missing in that little town, probably one too many. I finally had enough after I heard how Claudia died a horrible death. They said it was suicide. She gouged out her eyes, cut her wrists and slit her own throat. I'm not so sure it was suicide after I had experienced Madeline's fury and her use of my scalpel.'
I heard him yawn and shift his weight around, no doubt trying to find a comfortable position.
'I'm beat. Enough stories for one evening. We can continue more tomorrow. Sleep well, Heckel. It's a pleasure to have your company.'
'Likewise. It's nice to have a friend these days. They are hard to come by. Your stories were very illuminating and helpful. Goodnight, Leonard.'
Leonard was already snoring.
His last story was perhaps the worst and I worried I was going to get nightmares. That was assuming I would even be able to fall asleep.
'Goodnight, Jerky.'
A soft purring came from the cat.
Before drifting off, I looked out the front door at the dark, rain-soaked night. I shivered at the darkness knowing that it sheathed an evil presence just waiting for the right moment to devour.
Chapter 3
Madeline Blackwell's meteoric march through the ranks of political appointments was nothing less than spectacular. The evil seeds that she planted decades before the gradual meltdown of civilization proved to be valuable. One by one political figures catapulted her to major positions of authority. Her early days in Washington started with a post that was perfect for monitoring evil's progress.
'Congratulations, Miss Madeline, on being appointed Director of Homeland Security. Our country will be a much safer place with you at the helm,' a young intern said as he stood in front of the dark-walnut desk.
Madeline Blackwell could tell by the look on his face that he was working hard to suck up and impress. She
