Ex-Communication by Peter Clines (love story books to read .txt) 📕

her expression went back and forth from amusement to horror.

Sorry.

Stealth’s pose shifted. Her arms hung straight at her sides. “That statement refers to which of us?”

The speakers popped again. “To you, Stealth,” said the stereo. “I was wandering around, thought I’d check in on you two, and caught you guys … in the middle of things. At St. George’s place. I can give more details if you like.”

“That will not be necessary,” said the cloaked woman. St. George saw her face shift beneath her mask. If it was anyone else he’d guess she was confused. The closest Stealth got to confusion was sudden reassessment.

A few moments of silence passed.

“Wait a minute,” said Danielle. “This is real? Holy shit, Max, this is really you?”

“In the flesh. Just, y’know, without any actual flesh.”

Stealth crossed her arms. “For the moment I am willing to accept the premise you are a separate being from Zzzap. I do not yet believe you are a supernatural entity.”

“How’d you survive?” asked St. George. “I mean, I crushed your skull. Or your zombie’s skull.”

“I didn’t survive.”

“So you jumped bodies like Legion does?”

“No, George, I didn’t survive. I died. That’s where the whole ‘being a ghost’ thing comes into it.”

Stealth crossed her arms. “So you claim you have been a disembodied spirit here at the Mount since your death?”

“Well, not exactly,” said the stereo. “That’s where it gets a little tricky.”

“Go on.”

The speakers crackled for a moment. “You all know I had my Sativus medallion that let me transform into Cairax. He’s a demon from the Abyss and I was hijacking his body every time I put the medallion on. This is the kind of thing that can get you into trouble in the long run, so I had some backups installed.”

“Installed where?” asked Danielle.

“On me. That’s what a lot of my tattoos were. They were wards and guards to make sure Cairax couldn’t get me after I died. Being dead was my safe house, if you like.” The speakers crackled like a potato chip bag. “Demons can’t affect the dead unless said dead person falls into their sphere of influence—if they’re going to hell. Otherwise, they can’t touch you.”

“So your plan was going to heaven?”

“No, that’s way too big a gamble for someone like me who’s done a lot of magic,” the stereo explained. “I was just aiming to make sure my spirit got bound to Earth so I’d have time to work through a few things and rack up a few more karma points.

“What I didn’t count on was the ex-virus. The idea that my body could die and still be walking around on its own. All my preparations sort of jammed up and I got trapped in there for a year or so until George destroyed my physical body.”

“Sorry about that,” said St. George.

“Don’t be. That’s what let everything start working again.”

“I hate to agree with Stealth,” said Danielle, “but I’m still not sure I buy this whole ‘magic’ thing.”

The stereo chuckled. “You realize you’re saying that to a ghost, right?”

“A ghost according to you. I never did buy all your magic talk.”

“Okay,” said the stereo, “let’s look at it this way. If you hold out your hand, turn your wrist, and stomp your foot down, does it transport you across the country?”

Only if you’re wearing ruby slippers, said Zzzap.

“Don’t interrupt,” said the stereo. “It’s important they all believe this.”

“No, of course not,” said Danielle.

“But if you’re sitting in a car it works, right?”

“Well … yeah. But that’s different.”

“Not at all. It’s the same thing. We’re agreeing that if you make the right gestures in the right place it’s possible to get a result you can’t get by doing the same thing in other places or under different conditions. And once you’ve got the car moving you can change the location those gestures work at so you can do it again.”

“And you claim this is how magic works.” It wasn’t so much a question from Stealth as a challenge.

“In a really simple way, yeah,” said the stereo. “I mean, there’s a lot more to why a car works than just pushing down on the gas. There’s more to magic, too, but it comes down to knowing the right gestures and places and conditions.”

“So what happens now?” asked St. George. “Do we need to do some ritual or exorcism or something to let you move on?”

“Not exactly,” said the stereo. “I’ve been looking for a new body. I can move into one that’s more or less whole and take control of it, that’s not a problem. After a few hours my own animus gets absorbed into the cells and I’d be alive again. The catch has been where I do it.”

“Explain,” said Stealth.

“Well, it wouldn’t do me much good to resurrect outside, would it? The minute the body came back to life I’d get attacked by a dozen or so exes.”

“And there aren’t any bodies inside the Mount because we blow their brains out the minute they die,” said St. George with a nod.

“Right,” said the stereo. “I tried it outside a couple times anyway. I figured I’d signal whoever was at the gate to let me in, but all the bodies outside are pretty far gone. They’re stiff and most of their vocal cords are raw and useless. Every time I got up to the gates I’d get shot or piked before I could do anything. I even tried jumping into a dead actor once, a guy I found wandering around out by Raleigh. The one from that space worm-zombie movie, irony of ironies. I figured celebrity status might buy me a few more minutes. Plus it was when the Krypton guys were first showing up, so I was hoping people might be hesitant to start firing guns. We all know how that turned out.”

St. George nodded. He glanced at Zzzap.

“This is why you wish us to let Hiram Jarvis reanimate if he dies,” said Stealth. “You wish to use his body and resurrect yourself.”

The speakers were quiet for a