13
PRESENT
“Even my own familiar friend in whom I trusted, who ate my bread, has lifted up his heel against me”.
Sam looked around. Thankfully, they were alone in what appeared to be the crossing of the church building, right in the middle of the left and right transepts. It was daytime; pale light seeped in through the numerous stain- glassed windows. Many of the beautiful arched windows were broken, and before them was the stone altar, shattered and desecrated by blood. The pentagram that surrounded them still burnt with unholy fire, pervading the air with its sulphurous stench. Even as Sam watched, the flames spluttered and then went out completely.
They were definitely in a church, but whether it was the one that Joshua had in mind was undetermined. It seemed to match the image Josh had given him. Not that it mattered; the important thing was that they were no longer in Hell.
“Well?” he asked Joshua. The other boy looked thoroughly disorientated and his eyes were a little unfocused.
Joshua blinked slowly,gradually taking in his surroundings. “Yes,” he said eventually. “This is the place. It’s St Joseph’s. We’re in downtown L.A.” He grinned. “You did it.”
“No,” said Sam, returning the grin. “We did it.” Grace draped an arm around each of their shoulders.
“Well done, boys.”
Sam smiled at her gratefully.
“Now what?” Joshua asked no-one in particular.
“Well, for starters, we all need some new clothes. You especially, Sam,” said Grace, looking him up and down with a crooked smile.
She was right. The encounter with the Hellhound had served to rob him of most of his outfit. His shirt was just scraps of charred material while his pants looked like they were going to fall off him any second. They were still smoking. Joshua and Grace looked a little better although Sam knew that they would all need to change. Jonah had no doubt already sent word to the Antichrist that they had escaped. Everyone in California would probably be looking for three teenagers matching their description.
The Antichrist would be expecting them to travel overland from Las Vegas; he probably had no idea about Sam’s new abilities. Or did he? Would the demons they had encountered in Hell report to the Antichrist? Even if they did, they surely didn’t know where they had gone. Surely? Sam didn’t feel confident. Luck just might be on their side, but he doubted it. He certainly hadn’t had a great deal of it so far. It would be best to assume that the Antichrist knew they were in L.A, that way they would be prepared for any surprises.
“Joshua?” asked Sam. “Any ideas where we might get some clothes?”
“We can check out the Vestry. That’s where my uncle and the other priests got changed. There must be some clothes in there.”
“Good enough.”
Josh led them past the shattered altar. There were two doors on either side of it. Josh selected the left one and they found themselves in a small room containing a few free-standing wooden closets and some old benches. Sam checked the first of the closets and was rewarded with the sight of clothes hanging on racks. Not vestments either — these were the clothes the priests changed out of and in to after their services. Normal clothes. Sam silently gave his thanks.
He selected some that he thought might fit him at a push and went into a corner to change. Joshua and Grace were rummaging around in the other closets, trying to find suitable attire.
As Sam changed, he happened to glance over his shoulder. Grace was watching him and when their eyes met she quickly averted her gaze. “Sorry,” she said. Sam found himself blushing.
He finished changing and examined himself. Clearly the clothes he had liberated had once dressed a smaller man. Smaller with a much larger stomach. The shirt was much too tight across his shoulders, arms and chest but billowed out over his flat stomach. The pants were better, only showing an inch or so of ankle. Next to him, Joshua had had more success — his clothes fitted him almost perfectly. Sam eyed him up jealously.
Grace declared loudly that she had found some suitable clothes, telling the two boys that they weren’t to turn around under any circumstances. Sam confessed that he was tempted to sneak a peek as she had with him, but he wasn’t about to chance it. He’d seen how proficient she was at throwing rocks.
Eventually, they got the all clear from Grace and turned around. She was dressed in a long sleeved shirt and suit pants. Both were too big for her diminutive frame but she had rolled up the sleeves and the legs to compensate.
“You need a hat,” she said to Sam, running her eyes over him critically. “And something to hide your swords in. They’re a dead giveaway.”
Sam agreed. The Antichrist’s agents would be looking for a horned boy with two swords. No point in making it easy for them.
The three of them went through all the closets. In the last closet they searched, Joshua found a Dodgers baseball cap which he threw to Sam. It also contained a bag with two baseball bats inside. Fortunately for them, at least one priest had been a baseball fan.
Sam put his swords and Joshua’s bat inside. The wakizashi fitted easily, but the katana poked out a little at the top. He shrugged; it would have to do. As an afterthought, he pulled out the katana again and unsheathed the sword. He tipped the sheath upside down and shook it. A tiny battered piece of white paper fluttered out.
“What’s that?” asked Grace.
Sam picked up the paper and unfolded it. “When we were in Black Ridge, their leader, Adam, gave me some details. He said that if we should ever make it to L.A, to look this guy up. They were in the Special Forces together. Adam’s been talking to him on the short wave radio. Last time they spoke, he and some other guys were fighting some sort of guerrilla war out here against the Antichrist. They could help us.”
Sam had almost forgotten about the tiny scrap of paper Adam had given them just before they left Black Ridge. Part of him never thought he would actually get to
L.A so he had put it firmly at the back of his mind. On the paper, in tiny but neat and legible script was a name and an address. He showed it to Josh.
“Know where this is?”
Joshua shook his head. “No idea. But I do know that there’s a book shop not far from here. There’s bound to be a map inside.”
“Fine,” He looked at the others. “Any other ideas?” No one answered. “Well, in that case, I think we go and see this guy. What have we got to lose?”
Outside it appeared to be around midday although it was hard to tell exactly as the cloud cover seemed to extinguish the light from the sky. The streets were almost completely deserted. Like Vegas, L.A had apparently become a city of the night. They avoided the few people they saw, trying hard not to appear too furtive.
It reminded Sam of Las Vegas in the sense that the streets had been kept relatively clear. There was only a loose smattering of ash on the ground, despite the fact that the stuff was still fluttering down in a light shower. A few cars were parked and others drove slowly down the unnaturally quiet streets. Also like Vegas, L.A had seemed to get off relatively lightly from the natural disasters immediately following the Rapture. Sam could see some fire- gutted shops, mostly boarded up, and the occasional heap of rubble that marked where a building had once stood.
They followed Joshua as he led them down various side streets. Eventually they came to the bookshop Joshua had remembered from his earlier trip to the city. It was boarded up.Setting his bat bag on the ground and casting wary glances behind them, Sam ripped the planks off the door. Inside, it was dark, the slotted blinds on the windows allowing only thin streams of light to enter. There had been a fire; half the shop was blackened with soot,
