Mera

Chapter 3

                                                     

 Deniel lay prone on his mattress with his mind elsewhere. He heard something clatter on the floor across the room and jumped in the air. He grabbed for the lamp only to knock it into the floor and break it. He bounded toward the light switch to see who, or what was there.

"Well, I see you still aren't adjusted to normal life."

Deniel groaned and walked back to his bed and flopped down. He put a pillow over his head and mumbled.
"Shut up Kane," He slurred.

"What was wrong with you yesterday‽ It had better not be like that today!" Kane scolded.

"I told you, I don't know. There was something off about that whole meeting."

"Ok. Fine. But you need to get your arse out of bed and come with me to the stakeout. I promised him we'd be there today."

Deniel glanced at the clock near the bed.

"Do we have to go at four in the goddamn morning‽" He groaned.

"Yes. Now get up."

Deniel flipped him off and slid further under the covers.

"FINE! I'll go now and you had better be there later!" Kane yelled, exasperated.

"I WILL!" Deniel yelled. "Now get out of my room!"

Kane huffed and stalked out of the room and slammed the door. He walked to the kitchen to see Mera sitting on the island.

"You havin' a domestic or something?" Mera asked. Kane ignored her and took a beer from the fridge. She looked at him not saying anything.

"Can I come with you?" Mera said. "Please? I can take care of myself."

"I can't take a child to a stakeout," Kane said. He took a drink of the ale and set it down.

"You can. I can shoot a gun and I can help."

"Okay, fine. We have to leave now though," Kane said, too annoyed to argue.

The two got in the truck and drove. They didn't talk until they reached the shop. They got out and searched through the arsenal in the back of the truck.

"Mera, get the salt it's on that side," Kane said as he loaded his gun. "Grab the jug of holy water, too."

"I got it. Anything else, princess?" Mera asked looking at the knives on her side of the truck.

"No. Here," Kane said, tossing something to her. She caught the gun. It was clean with cherrywood as its grip.

"Thanks, I like Glocks, really great guns," Mera said. "Where is the magazine?"

"I left it close to the Bowie knife on that side," Kane said as he shut the compartment.

"Sooo," Mera said.

"You sit in the truck I will go tell Michaels we are here," Kane said. Mera got back in the truck and watched as Kane walked into the store. He was back in a few minutes.

"Ok, so now we wait." He said.

Four hours passed uneventfully. Mera was starting to doze off and Kane wondered if the shopkeeper had imagined everything after all. His eyes started to droop, he hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night because he had been preparing for the stakeout. He let his mind wander through the events of the previous day. Something kept bothering him. Why had Deniel been acting so weirdly? He normally didn't raise his voice. Whatever it was he didn't feel like sorting it out. He was being paid to get rid of a demon and he would do just that.