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Monday, July 27, 2015
DRAGONFLY: PART ONE
ONE: ETERNAL FLAME
November 3rd, 2008.
orange flames danced in the wind, illuminating the preacher’s gaunt, weathered
face. The burning wood crackled and hissed as it spat smoldering ambers from
the circular pit.
was shallow, about three feet in diameter and less than a foot in depth. An assortment
of rocks were positioned around the pit to keep the flames from spreading.
Garton took one look at the old man and assessed there was no way he dug the
pit, gathered the rocks, and placed them in a circle by himself.
shovel rested in the grass nearby, its round head still caked in layers of
unearthed soil. And no servants or helping hands stood in sight. They sat alone
out there in the encompassing woods of the preacher’s secluded farmhouse.
preacher was old, sick, close to death. In Garton’s line of work, he knew the
death look when he saw it. He’d seen that same look on twenty-nine other faces.
Garton fancied himself as a connoisseur of death.
was a professional hit-man, freelance. As good as they came. As for how the
preacher came to learn of Garton and his contacts, not even Garton was aware of
the answer to that. He wasn’t paid to ask questions. He was paid to do the jobs
that others didn’t have the stomach for.
wind whistled through the dying leaves of autumn, it ushered in a cacophony of
unsettling dins from beyond the trees. Strange, eerie, unearthly sounds that
Garton’s ears could not decipher.
worry,” the preacher spoke, his voice strained and ravaged by throat cancer.
“They can’t hurt us. Besides, it’s not you they’re interested in. When you’re
so close to death, both sides scramble with zeal to claim possession of one’s
you’re referring to…” Zack was about to finish his thought, but trailed off and
waited for the preacher to fill in the blanks. Instead, he gave Garton another
riddle to ponder.
eternal,” the preacher came alive with a burst of passion, speaking as if
giving a sermon to his congregation. “It has existed since the dawn of man. And
it has the potential to exist even after man is extinct. Do you know what fire
shook his head and sighed, seemingly uninterested in the preacher’s yarns. But
the preacher continued, undeterred. “Fire is the devil yearning to be unleashed.
He hides like a coward in the smoke. Satan appears in many unassuming forms. He
must be contained. He must never, ever be unleashed.”
there a point to all this?” Garton asked, tapping his foot in an impatient
manner. “My time is valuable.”
of your value, Mr. Garton. Otherwise you would not have been summoned to my
home.” The preacher removed a thick envelope from his overcoat and tossed it to
Garton, who caught it with one hand and pocketed it without counting. He was
accustomed to the weight of his standard fee and he could tell it was accurate.
the target?” Garton inquired.
preacher reached down and drew back a red velvet cloth that had been draped
over the object at his side. He held it up to the fire; a glass jar with
something sealed inside.
see it over the flames, its two pairs of transparent wings fluttering about as
it searched for a path of escape.
It was a
dragonfly, its iridescent colors intensified by the glow of the fire.
should kill you for this,” Garton
yelled, his voice echoing through the vast woods. “I don’t care for practical
good because I don’t make jokes. I have only a few good months left on this
earth. Maybe a year, if I’m lucky, and if all this chemo and radiation bullshit
pays off. But I don’t take chances. I want this done before I’m dead and
buried. Maybe I can finally get some peace.”
could easily accomplish this task yourself. No need to drag me out to the
middle of nowhere.”
think so, but unfortunately I’m incapable of harming it. It has nothing to do
with my faith. It has everything to do with what lies beyond its façade.”
me get this straight…you’re offering me thirty thousand dollars to whack a
assure you this is no ordinary insect, Mr. Garton. I would not have reached out
to a man of your caliber if I thought otherwise. What rests inside this jar is
a wretched abomination. A foul creature from the depths of hell. It must be
destroyed. Burn it, incinerate it, blow it to pieces and send it back to
whatever profane netherworld that it spawned from. I don’t care how you do it.
Just get it done, Garton.”
your money,” Garton sighed, accepting the jar from the preacher’s thin,
claw-like fingers. The dragonfly floated aimlessly as Garton tucked the jar
under his arm and tipped his invisible cap to the preacher. “Thy will be done,”
he added sardonically.