Son of Fire, Son of Thunder

Staff Sergeant Diego Santos

Behavioral Health Department, Main Clinic, Marine Corps Base Quantico

In two years, fifty-six days, fourteen hours, and ten minutes I will be brutally killed by a demon.

I’ve watched my own death in my dreams nearly every night since I was eight. I’m used to waking up because of teeth breaking my skin.

You might think that sounds like a tough break, but don’t shed any tears on my behalf. The rest of you poor saps have to live with doubt and worry and fear. You have to think about finding a career, marrying the right woman, raising kids, working hard, planning your retirement, getting cancer, and shit like that. Me? I know the exact minute when I’ll be ripped to bits.

Just lucky, I guess.

There’s only one downside to knowing the exact moment when your life will end horribly.

I hate when people waste my fucking time.

The psychologist had been asking me questions for fifty-two precious minutes. I’d finished telling him about kicking doors and fighting house to house in Fallujah, and one particular story where I’d shot a guy in the neck right when he was about to light me up with an AK, when the doctor asked, “And so how did that make you feel?”

How was it supposed to feel? How should a normal person answer? I did my job. How’s it supposed to feel when you do a good job? I am a United States Marine and I have been trained to close with, engage, and utterly destroy the enemy, and I am extremely good at my job. I’ve deployed to Iraq three times, Afghanistan twice. As soon as I get home I volunteer for the next open billet. Better me than anyone else, I’ve got nothing better to do to prepare myself until the appointed time, and mostly because I can’t die until I’ve fulfilled the holy mission assigned to me by Almighty God.

But that wasn’t the answer this man was looking for. He wasn’t worthy enough to understand the truth. I needed him to think that I wasn’t crazy. I had to keep the demons secret. It wasn’t time for the apocalypse yet.

“It was very frightening, sir.”

I watched the doctor’s face as he glanced down to scribble a note on his legal pad. Just write that I’m normal and quit screwing around. I’d always assumed that a psychologist’s office would have a couch for the patient to lay down on, but I just had a stuffed chair and he sat behind a desk.  He looked up at me and it was obvious he knew I was full of it. I’ve always hated lying. It’s easier to just not say anything at all than to make shit up. “I’ve read your file.”

They say that if a shrink declared a Marine sane, he’d be unfit for duty, but I had a reputation for crazy even by our standards. My last CO had decided that I must have a death wish, and that was how I’d ended up here, off to see the wizard. Mandatory Evaluation Time. “I would expect so, sir.”

“An impressive list of commendations and fitness reports, but these After Action Reports . . . A complete disregard for personal safety, placing yourself in harm’s way, not just volunteering for every dangerous assignment possible but making up new ones. There are serious worries about your stability. Did I even read that last one right? Attempting to draw sniper fire?”

“It makes them easier to spot and neutralize, sir.”

“And the most recent incident?”

I scowled. It would have been certain death for anyone else . . . I couldn’t tell him that one of the Afghans had been possessed. “An opportunity presented itself. I acted.”

“You acted alone against an entrenched, numerically superior foe, after your rifle platoon had been ordered to wait for reinforcements.” He looked me right in the eyes. “Are you trying to get yourself killed, Staff Sergeant?”

“No, sir.” My answer was completely truthful this time. I’d accepted the hour of my death. It would be blasphemous, not to mention impossible, to thwart His will.

The doctor’s Blackberry buzzed. He picked it up and read the display. Our time was up. “That’s it for today, but I want to schedule another session for tomorrow. Same time. We’ll pick up where we left off.”

More wasted time. But I was stuck here, spinning my wheels until it was decided that I wasn’t a danger to myself or the Corps. “Of course, sir.”

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That is the intro to the story I have in this year’s Crimson Pact anthology. Want to read the rest?  http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&bc1=000000&IS2=1&bg1=FFFFFF&fc1=000000&lc1=0000FF&t=monshuntnati-20&o=1&p=8&l=as4&m=amazon&f=ifr&ref=ss_til&asins=B005LXST8G  And while you are there, Dead Six is out this week.

17 Responses

  1. Not sure if you’ve got someone to help you out, but let me know if you need a hand getting down the USMC intricacies. Nothing makes us more irate than being called a soldier or some staff NCO being called ‘Sarge’! Not to say that you’ve done that, just putting that out there. ;)

  2. Nevermind, I don’t real well! I thought this was a test at a new story. Feel free to ignore that last comment.

    • Oh yeah, I knew not to piss off my many Marine readers, so I put a request on on FB and got several guys to proof it first. :)

  3. Hard Magic/Dead Six crossover? Please?

  4. Got my Dead Six yesterday! AWESOME! It’s got words’n’everything!

    Righteous Read, too…!

  5. Are the Crimson Pact books available anywhere else? Just got a personal hate for Amazon, but gots lots o’love for the writers.

  6. Got Dead Six last week, ’cause that’s when Barnes and Noble said my reserved copy was here…

    Also picked up one of the 3 left for a buddy at work, ’cause I’ve got to get him hooked.

    I’m GREATLY enjoying it, by the way, and am liking the differences from what I remember of Goodnight Mr. Nightcrawler.

  7. Bought for my nook!

  8. Any chance of this becoming a book/series?

    • I like the bit I’ve read in this clip here. To be honest, it sounds more interesting to me than the stuff I have gotten about “Dead Six”.

      I’ll be on the lookout for for more of this.

      BTW, I finally got hold of all 3 paperbacks of the Monster Hunter books. It’s one of my all time new favorite series. I’ve even begun to look forward to those just a bit more than the A Lee Martinez books.

  9. Damn it, Larry… you did it again! This is how you hooked me into buying your FIRST book! THREE COPIES of it!!

    And you’re doing it again… Don’t stop, OK? John Ringo and David Weber aren’t writing fast enough for me lately so I need someone else who can write good SF.

    • Ross, that’s what I was going to write.

      Another book to go buy.

      Larry – I hope you left the story open ended, you’ve got the beginnings of something very interesting going. For “…two years, fifty-six days, fourteen hours, and ten minutes…” anyway.

  10. Love the premise. I think a smashing ending of the chapter (I don’t have the book yet, so I’ve no clue) would be for Diego to remember that giving up his life to the demon would be a sin, so he’s faith-bound to fight as hard as he can. And he wins.

    Now what does he do? He worked as hard as he could to thwart God’s will, and succeeded. Or were the dreams from a source other than God? Post hypnotic suggestion from a stage hypnosis show in his high school years? Fake implanted memories from a shrink looking for childhood abuse? A daydream that just wouldn’t die? A dream the night after a particularly harrowing day?

    A warning from God: “Prepare or this will befall you”? Perhaps he’d been told “Give up demon booze, or you will be dead in 5 years”, and his subconscious really latched onto it, down to the exact date?

    Or maybe he loses, is devoured, and is sent to hell for not preparing for a struggle that he’d been warned about, in excruciating detail, for years.

    Or possibly it’s just been the demon itself, all this time, sending a person he can connect with a reccurring dream. A dream to break down his resistance and make him give up on that evening when the moon of Endor aligns with the Portal of forever on Halloween, and the sewer grate to hell will be unlocked for 3 seconds.

  11. [...] more excerpts, click on the author’s name: Larry Correia, Justin Swapp, Steve Diamond, Chanté McCoy, Patrick M. Tracy, D. Robert Hamm! There’s bound [...]

  12. [...] Paul Genesse’s Crimson Pact series is a collection of stories about demons and the various people that fight them across a whole bunch of alternative universes. I’ve got another short story in the new third Crimson Pact anthology. Volume 2 had Son of Fire, Son of Thunder, which was a blast to write with Steve Diamond. I got to tell the story of a Marine that knows exactly how and when (down to the minute) he is going to die, and in the meantime spends his remaining free time fighting demons for God. Here is a sample from the first one: http://larrycorreia.wordpress.com/2011/09/26/son-of-fire-son-of-thunder/ [...]

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