Needful Things - Stephen King [302]
A State Police car stopped at the intersection of Harrington and Castle Avenue, which, half a mile farther up, became Castle View.
A Trooper got out and gaped at them. "Hey!" he shouted. "Where do you folks think you're going?"
"We're gonna kick us some Pope-sucker butt, and if you know what's good for you, you'll stay the hell out of our way!" Nan Roberts shouted back at him.
Suddenly Don Hemphill opened his mouth and began to sing in a full, rich baritone voice.
"Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war-" Others joined in. Soon the entire congregation had taken it up and they began to move faster, not just walking now but marching to the beat. Their faces were pallid and angry and empty of all thought as they began not just to sing but to roar out the words.
Rev. Rose sang along with them, although he lisped quite badly with his upper plate gone.
"Christ, the royal master, leads against the foe, Forward into battle, see His banners go!"
Now they were almost running.
10
Trooper Morris stood beside the door of his car with his microphone in his hand, staring after them. Water ran from the waterproof over the brim of his Smokey Bear hat in little streamlets"Come back, Unit Sixteen," Henry Payton's voice crackled.
"You better get some men up here right away!" Morris cried.
His voice was both scared and excited. He had been a State Trooper for less than a year. "Something's going down! Something bad!
A crowd of about seventy people just walked past me! Ten-four!"
"Well, what were they doing?" Payton asked. "Ten-four."
"They were singing'Onward Christian Soldiers'! Ten-four!"
"Is that you, Morris? Ten-four."
"Yessir! Ten-four!"
"Well, so far as I know, Trooper Morris, there is still no law against singing hymns, even in the pouring rain. I believe it to be id activity but not an illegal one. Now I only want to say this a stup once: I've got about four different messes on my hands, I don't know where the Sheriff or any of his goddam deputies are, and I don't want to be bothered with trivialities! Do you copy this? Ten-four!"
Trooper Morris swallowed hard. "Uh, yessir, I copy, I sure do, but someone in the crowd-it was a woman, I think-said they were going to, uh, 'kick us some Pope-sucker butt' is how I believe she put it. I know that doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but I didn't much like the sound of it." Then Morris added timidly: "Tenfour?"
The silence was so long Morris was about to try Payton againthe electricity in the air had made long-range radio communication impossible and even in-town chatter difficult-and then Payton said in a weary, frightened voice, "Aw. Aw, Jesus. Aw, Jesus Tiddlywinks Christ. What's going on here?"
"Well, the lady said they were going to-" "I heard you the first time!" Payton yelled it so loudly that his voice distorted and broke up. "Get over to the Catholic Church!
If something's happening, try to break it up but don't get hurt.
I repeat, don't get hurt. I'll send backup as soon as I can-if I have any backup left. Do it now! Ten-four!"
"Uh, Lieutenant Payton? Where is the Catholic Church in this town?"
"How the fuck should I know?" Payton screamed. "I don't worship there! Just follow the crowd! Ten-forty out!"
Morris hung up the mike. He could no longer see the crowd, but he could still hear them between the thunderclaps. He put the cruiser in gear and followed the singing.
The path which led up to the kitchen door of Myra Evans's house was lined with rocks painted in various pastel colors.
Cora Rusk picked up a blue one and bounced it in the hand which was not holding her gun, testing its weight. She tried the door. It was locked, as she had expected. She tossed the rock through the glass and used the barrel of her pistol to clear away the shards and splinters still clinging to the frame. Then she reached through, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. Her hair clung to her cheeks in wet snaggles and commas. Her dress still gaped open, and droplets of rainwater ran down the pimple-studded