Anne McFry Series Book 1
by John Kaniecki
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Anne, of course at the time, had no idea who was in that brown robe at this point. The individual wore a plain mask. It was one of a white face with thick black circles around the eyes. The mouth consisted of protruding fangs. It was another anonymous member. Anne knew the identity of a good number of the group. Of course, the oath for secrecy was the most fundamental vow that the organization maintained. The obvious reason was that betrayal in this aspect would bring rapid demise to one's existence in the normal world. So as a precaution, all the members wore masks to conceal their identities. All were instructed that if they were ever to testify in court, they would swear that they knew no one's true name.
As soon as Anne arrived, the action began. "Black Master Grand," called out the one who went by the name of Dragon Sword. "We have gathered here today to discuss your actions."
When the words were uttered, the reaction of the brown robed figure was swift. He looked upwards like a dog who heard a whistle disturbing its ears in agony.
The high priest continued, "It has been declared that you willfully and flagrantly disobeyed a direct command of the Grand Priest."
Anne shuddered herself when she heard the accusation. For a moment, she felt great sympathy for the accused. If he was found guilty, the penalty would be most severe. Though far from an expert in the by laws and regulations of the coven, Anne could not imagine that there would be any penalty less than death for the offense.
"How plead ye?" demanded Dragon Sword.
"I am innocent, of course," cried out the muffled voice of Black Master Grand. "I demand to face my accusers. Where are those who lie upon me?"
Dragon Sword looked over at Dark Bear, and the two met in a prolonged stare. It was as if they were somehow communicating in a non-verbal way. Anne could not comprehend how that could be, especially since both of the men were wearing masks that concealed all facial movements. After several seconds, Dragon Sword spoke in a roaring voice, "It has been determined that you are guilty of this crime."
Black Master Grand stabbed back as if he was a boxer reeling from a hard jab. Dark Bear, who was a larger individual, went forward and reached out his massive hand grabbing Black Master Grand's robe. He then jerked the man backward and pushed him to the ground. At the same time, Dragon Sword pulled out a long dagger approximately nine-inches long that was hidden under his tunic.
Upon the ground, Black Master Grand gave a shrill cry as if he was a woman giving child birth. The victim's right hand was on the ground propping up his body while he raised his left in defense. Dragon Sword advanced with the silver blade in his hand, eerily flickering in the candles' illumination. It appeared as if the weapon pulsated with electric energy. With a savage swiftness, the occultist plunged the dagger down striking the arm of the target. The cloth shred away, and soon blood was pouring out. It saturated the arm. Black Master Grand wailed in agony at the top of his lung. All the while the sickly sounding choir chanting its evil melody in the distance perked up.
Anne raised her hand to her mouth in disbelief. Several more brutal slashes descended. Still, the poor wretch somehow kept his bloodied hand raised in protection. "Please, please, please," he cried pathetically. Dark Bear advanced and savagely kicked the violator. Black Master Grand wailed once more in pain. Dragon Sword lurched forward and slashed repeatedly back and forth. The poor man's robe was shredded to pieces. Apparently, so was his skin, for blood oozed out wherever he was cut. Then, in frenzy, the high priest stabbed over and over and over. The young lady lost count of the times he thrust down his weapon. In surreal voices, the devil worshipping praise filled the air competing with the yelps of pain. Finally, Black Master Grand ceased to resist. Still, as if insatiable for blood and violence, the attack continued. Finally, the creature was no more than a mutilated sack of bones and flesh.
In the process of the devastation, the mask fell off. Anne was appalled to learn the identity of the man once known as Black Master Grand. The gray hair and long nose was unmistakable. It was none other than Wilbur Ferris. The killer turned towards Anne and barked out in a commanding voice, "Help me with this body."
Anne hesitated, daring not to take a single step forward.
"I said Day Night, help me with this body," he insisted one more. This time the decree was formal as Anne's secret name was evoked. It was a direct command, and what happened to those who disobey had been so clearly illustrated but a moment ago.
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