CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
I warily got to my feet, quietly, afraid to make a sound. I listened hard, frowning at the mountain. In the distance the river roared, always making its presence known, but I thought I heard something else. A low rumble.
I searched the crags and undulating ridges of the bedrock, the plateaus and cliffs. I couldn’t see anything. What was it?
The rumble got louder. It wasn’t constant and it dipped in and out in its level and frequency, scattered and all over the place.
I picked up the shot gun and slowly stepped forward out of the cover of trees. There was something coming for me, I felt it. I heard it.
I saw it.
Up ahead, not too far up, a black figure darted out of a mound of boulders, legs pumping fast.
“Dex!” I screamed. It was a happy scream. It was Dex, I could see it as he got closer, seemingly uninjured. My heart felt like it was going to explode.
I started running toward him, waving my hand in the air.
“Perry!” he yelled back once he spotted me. He didn’t stop coming. “Perry, run!”
“What?” I said absently, watching him come closer and closer, his speed picking up as the slope grew flatter.
“Run!” he yelled again. He looked over his shoulder and my eyes followed.
Another dark figure came to the top of the boulders he had emerged from. It sat on the top of the rocks like an ape, surveying the scene below with a few quick twists of its ugly head, then leaped off into the air with surprising grace, hitting the ground with a thud, rocks and dirt flying everywhere. It gathered itself with ease, then started bounding down the mountain on all fours, coming right for Dex.
Coming right for me
Oh f*ck.
“Run, God damn it!” Dex yelled again, the panic and exhaustion tearing out of his mouth. He was less than a hundred meters away and I could clearly see the anguish in his face, his eyes imploring me to start moving.
But I couldn’t. Because unlike before, that beast was now running on all fours, its back legs propelling it forward with quick, wide strides that covered a lot of ground. We didn’t have a chance in hell of outrunning it.
So we weren’t going to.
Dex was closer now and the beast right behind him, a flurry of dirt and snow torn up in its wake.
I gripped the gun hard and raised it up on my shoulder. I lowered myself into a small lunge, all the weight distributed between my back heel and my thighs. I knew what to expect now from the kick. I knew it would try and drive me backward. I had to make sure that this was going to be a sure shot. I had to hit this target.
And it was a moving target. >
Dex was almost at me now.
“Get out of the way!” I yelled at him without taking my eyes away from the sight on the end of the barrel.
He veered to the left so the only thing in front of me was the beast, matted brown head to the ground, black liquid eyes flashing, jaw open and baring a row of nasty teeth. The claws dug into the ground as it ran, leaving destruction behind.
Dex ran to my side, keeping back and I thought he said my name or something like that but I didn’t hear him. I didn’t hear anything except the rumble of the beast as it ran. Almost at us now. We had seconds left.
I closed one eye, my arm muscles straining to keep the gun still, and just when I had the sight lined up with the beast’s head, I pulled the trigger.
The shell blasted out of the gun, the sound of the explosion mixing with the cry of the beast as the shell slammed into it. I was thrown back but managed to stay upright with the help of Dex, whose arm shot out behind me. My ears were ringing, the dots were back in my eyes and the creature was down on the ground.
Well, kinda. It was getting back up, or trying to. I hadn’t hit the head at all, but from the looks of it I took off part of its shoulder, leaving a wide, bloody wound that left bone and muscle exposed. I would have been grossed out. Maybe even proud of myself for actually hitting it. But there wasn’t any time. Because it wasn’t dead. And when I tried to pull the trigger again, nothing happened but a dull click.
I threw the spent shotgun on the ground and turned to Dex with wild eyes.
“Now we run!”
His eyes grew narrow with grim agreement and soon we were running again, as fast as we could. I only looked behind me once to see what our chances were. The beast wasn’t on its feet yet and kept collapsing to the ground. With luck on our side it wouldn’t follow us. But our luck had a strange sense of humor.
We ran through the forest until we saw open space and found ourselves at the river’s edge again. I did a little whoop of joy inside my head, too breathless to make an actual sound. We ran along the river side, not going crazy with speed, but at a fairly comfortable and steady pace so we didn’t tire ourselves out. Not that I wasn’t absolutely dying inside, my lungs burning with each shallow breath I took. But we just needed to make sure we kept going.
It was starting to get a bit dark – Dex didn’t have his backpack either so flashlights were out of the question – when we found the entrance to the trail.
This time I did allow myself a squeal of delight, even though it came out ragged and hoarse.
“F*ck yeah, we’re making it. I told you so,” Dex said between breaths. He slowed down as we entered the hollow and shot me a tired look. “Are you OK to keep running?”
“No,” I said, sweat streaming down my forehead, my skin uncomfortably hot and tight. “But I’ll do it anyway.”
I waved him forward with my hand to encourage him to pick up the pace. If I slowed down too much, I wouldn’t be able to continue. “Please, seriously, go.”
He nodded and we ran together into the hollow. Unlike the last time we had come through here, we weren’t afraid. We had seen the worse and we knew it was behind us. At least, we hoped it was.
We ran through the darkness, our feet never straying from the path. It sucked that the whole path went gradually uphill, adding more strain to our staggering bodies and testing our endurance to the max. I ceased to have thoughts of any kind, just the constant push of my brain to body, coaxing myself over and over again to move my legs, ignore the burn and keep going.
There was only one more obstacle between us and the cabin – the steep, sliding slope. As we burst out of the trees, it loomed in front of us like the final challenge.
I didn’t even stop to think about it. The both of us ran forward and scrambled up the slope, grasping for rocks, kicking away the loose ones. We fell on our faces many times but we always picked ourselves up and picked each other up. Together we made it to the top.
It was almost completely dark now, but in the twilight we saw the outline of the cabin. I’d never been so relieved in my life. That, plus having Dex back, knowing we were both going to be safe, created an emotion that nearly brought me to my knees.
Dex twined his fingers into mine. With no gloves, my fingers were frozen but I could feel the heat radiating onto me.
“Come on,” he said gravely. “It’s not over yet.”
We jogged up to the cabin and I realized we wouldn’t be truly safe until we were at Rigby’s. Still, we had to gather our stuff from there while we could and get ready for the final journey back, a journey we would be making in the dark.
The cabin was cold as we entered it and had a stale smell but it felt something like heaven to have a hard floor to step on and a wooden roof over our heads.
Dex closed the door behind me and locked it. Then he took the couch and pushed it right up against the door for extra protection.
“Let’s do this fast,” he said, walking over to the kitchen and lighting a kerosene lamp. He did the same to one hanging on the wall in the living area and finally the one in our bedroom.
I followed him in there. “Too risky to build a fire?”
“Too risky and no time, kiddo,” he said. He picked up his duffle bag, putting it on the bed and started shoving his stuff inside. I did the same, and smiled once I felt my fingers close over my cell phone. I was smart this time to leave it behind. Unfortunately it still had no service but at least I wasn’t going to have to replace it, not like we were going to have to do for Dex’s camera. No wonder he chose to bring the more “expendable” equipment along.
“Dex?” I asked as I searched for my bottle of Advil.
“That’s me.”
“Could you hear me?”
He stopped packing and raised his head to look at me. His eyes danced in the lamplight.
“When you were calling me in your head?”
I nodded.
“Yeah, I could hear you. I heard you loud and clear.”
I smiled softly, glad that I reached him somehow. “What happened to you?”
He shook his head. “I wish I knew. One minute I had ground beneath my feet, the next minute I didn’t. I woke up buried under some rocks. I don’t know how long I was out for but your voice got me up. It just took a while. There was one slab across my leg that took forever to get free of.”
I dropped the bottle and went around the bed to his side, eyeing his leg with concern.
“Are you OK? Is it broken?”
“Kiddo, if it was broken I wouldn’t be here. It hurt a lot at first but now I feel fine. I don’t know. Maybe this whole crazy dimension thing made me heal faster or something. I’d believe anything at this point.”
“Maybe.”
“You know I thought about calling Pippa,” he admitted. “I thought maybe she’d appear. Maybe, like, the gateway would materialize or something. But I was afraid to go back in there. I thought maybe I wouldn’t come back out. And if I did, what if I brought something else back with me. If that’s where we changed, Perry, we can’t assume that the changes will always be good.”
I had thought that too. I placed my hand on his arm and gave it a squeeze.
“Thank you for trying to find me,” I whispered, feeling strangely small and awkward.
He raised his brows, his ring glinting in the low light. “Thank you for-”
He was interrupted by the cabin shaking, a deep rattling noise emanating from the living area.
I gasped in a panic and we quickly made our way out of the bedroom.
We froze.
The front door was shaking on its hinges, the couch being rattled back and forth like a bucking bronco.
I swallowed hard, unable to take my eyes away from the scene, from the scraping, scratching sounds on the wood, the way the handle tried to turn. It didn’t help that the cabin had very little light in it, casting everything in limitless shadows.
“Maybe it’s Rigby,” I whispered.
A low, guttural moan crept in through the cracks in the door.
“No,” Dex said slowly. “It’s not.”
I felt like I was getting tunnel vision, blackness closing in on all sides of me, but Dex grabbed my hand, hard, and brought me back to life.
“Do you remember if there were any guns left behind?” he asked, turning me so I’d look at him. “I can’t remember if Mitch packed them all.”
I shook my head, my brain too slow to latch onto any memory. Dex was acting as calm as he could but I could tell from the cracks in his voice, he was close to panicking as well.
He narrowed his eyes at the door, then looked around the cabin.
“It’s injured, so I don’t think it can get through there. That lock should hold it back, and if that fails, the couch should do the job.”
With shaking limbs, I silently thanked him for barricading the cabin so well.
“We have to do something about the windows though and we need to defend ourselves. Perry, stay with me here.”
I nodded, swallowing thickly. He pulled me toward the kitchen and we walked as quietly as we could. There was no doubt the creature knew we were inside, but the kitchen had a window, a window that offered no protection.
Dex quickly opened a drawer and brought a bunch of knives. I winced as they clattered against each other and only started breathing again when I heard the door continue to rattle. As long it was there, it wasn’t here.
He handed me a long sharp hunting knife and kept another one for himself.
“Are you ready to do some hand-to-beast combat?” he asked, almost smiling.
“No!” I whispered harshly, the knife feeling foreign in my hands. Oh, how I wished I had that shotgun back.
His smile washed away. “Good. Neither am I. Let’s get these windows covered. Help me with the armchair.”
I doubted he needed my help, but it kept me busy and not focused on the blood-thirsty monster outside the door. Oh who the f*ck am I kidding, of course I was focused on the God damn monster outside of the door. I had blown half his shoulder away and he was pissed off as hell.
We got the armchair up on the kitchen counter. I didn’t see how the beast couldn’t just topple it over, but Dex got a broom and managed to wedge it between the corner of the wall and the chair. It looked like a feeble barricade but it might be enough if the creature wasn’t at his full strength.
Next, we scampered over to the other window, unnervingly close to the door. The creature wasn’t giving up and the thumps were getting louder, heavier and more spaced apart. It was throwing itself against the door now, perhaps getting desperate. The lock snapped off and clattered to the ground.
“Oh shit,” I swore, eyes glued to the broken lock, unable to move.
“Perry, hey.” Dex tried to get my attention while he picked up the kitchen table.
I couldn’t look at him, couldn’t move.
“A little help, please,” he repeated. I finally tore my eyes away to him at the sound of the utter pleading in his voice. He was trying to turn it on its end so it would stand up high enough to block the window.
With legs made of cement, I joined him at the window, moving the heavy table back so it was covering most of the pane.
Then a silence cloaked us, settling around the whole cabin. I could hear my breath, ragged and wheezing as it came out of my lungs.
My eyes flew to the main door. The rattling had stopped. The door was still. The place was quiet. Too quiet.
We exchanged a worried look over the expanse of wood and with a final thrust, pushed the table back. There was only a foot of space on my side that was uncovered and I had my head close to the darkness, contemplating if we needed to cover it up more when a head appeared beside me.
The beast was at the window, inches away, only a thin pane of glass between his swarming, liquid black eyes and bared fangs, and me.
I screamed.
And I screamed again when the window shattered. I leaped back from the rain of glass just as its muscled arm and snipping claws came flying in, making a grab for me.
I couldn’t stop screaming, so Dex whisked me back into his arms until the beast’s arm retreated back into the night, leaving a narrow hole of broken glass that let the whistling wind inside.
“The bedrooms!” Dex yelled.
We booked it to ours just as the glass shattered there, spewing fragments all over the bed. The monster had both arms inside, including the arm whose shoulder I shattered, it’s bloody wound dripping down the wall as it tried to pull itself up.
Dex made a run for the bed, his sleek body low as he got ready to flip it up against the window. He had flipped the bed in the motel room the other night, so there was no reason why he couldn’t do this.
Except when Dex got down, his arms straining underneath the edge of the bed, he could only lift it up a few feet. He struggled, face sweating and growing redder as the monster was almost in the room with us, only it’s lower half was dangling outside. In the crazy glow of the kerosene lamp, I saw the creature closer than I ever had before. If it was a missing link, it was a bizarre, twisted one, a savage, animal face that couldn’t possibly be related to us. Yet when I thought about the faces of evil I’d seen in my life, from Mitch’s lustful, demented gaze earlier, to the depraved, haunting face of Abby, I knew that the link from man to monster wasn’t too far off.
“Perry,” Dex cried pitifully. “Help.”
My heart sank. He couldn’t do it. His strength was fading by the second and we didn’t have seconds. We would have nothing if the monster finally made it into the room with us.
And it wasn’t a question of if, but when.
I joined him at his side, getting into a low crouch and trying to push the bed up like I was in a weightlifting competition. The bed moved a bit and together we were able to move it up a foot. >
But it was too late.
As we lifted, side-by-side, our arms underneath the bed, our chins on top of the mattress, we saw the rest of the glass shatter away. The monster was perched on the window ledge, perched like a snake with arms, like a raptor, ready to strike. There wasn’t any time to think or act, except that I saw in its tar-filled, alien eyes that it had us. It had us right where it wanted us.
And it wanted revenge.
There was a flash of movement, its fur-covered muscles tensing to pounce, claws extended, when a huge blast shook our ears and the room.
We blinked hard at it, confused when it didn’t move. The creature looked down at its leg and that’s when we saw a stream of blood erupt from it.
Then it fell backward, falling out of the window and into the winter outside.
I was stunned. In my confusion I let go of the bed and it slammed hard into the floor. It didn’t matter. What the f*ck had just happened?
Dex and I walked cautiously over to the window and peered out of it, the night breeze whipping back my hair. There was nothing below us except a patch of blood and a corresponding trail that led off into the woods.
And Rigby.
He was running toward us with a rifle in hand, his flashlight bobbing up and down.
“Are you all right!?” he yelled up at the window. “Stay there, I wanna see if I can kill this thing for good.”
And then he was gone into the trees, following the bloody trail.
Dex and I looked at each other. I was dizzy from holding my breath and leaned against the wall for support. He took me by the shoulders and pulled me into his chest, embracing me. He held me like that until I felt I could breathe again, until my heart stopped thudding in my ears. Until we heard two more gunshots ricocheting into the night.
I pulled away and looked up. He was gazing down at me with an expression I couldn’t read, made all the more mysterious by the glow of the lamp.
“What do we do?” I whispered.
He cupped my face in his hands and for a second I thought he was going to kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me. I needed it.
But he only lowered his eyes till they were at my level and said, “We’re going to try and flip this bed up again. And then we’re going to go out there and get those knifes. Then we’re going to wait.”
We didn’t have to wait long. We managed to get the bed up. It took as much effort as before, but as least the window was blocked. Then we picked up the knives from where we left them and were about to test the couch for solidity when there was a knock at the door.
I jumped, nearly dropping the knife.
“Dex, Perry, it’s me,” Rigby yelled from the other side of the door.
“Oh thank God,” Dex exclaimed and began to move the couch out of the way. We stood back as Rigby pushed the door in, gripping the rifle like an angry farmer with a rabbit problem.
“I couldn’t find it,” he said, staggering into the cabin. “The trail ended. I think I got his leg pretty good though. He won’t be back for a while.”
He looked back and forth between our relieved faces. “What happened to you guys? Where are the llamas? Where’s Mitch?”
I exchanged a glance with Dex. He gave Rigby a grave smile.
“It’s a long story and I don’t think we have a lot of time. How about we tell you on our way out of this hell hole?”
Rigby nodded grimly, maybe knowing what was to come. Dex and I quickly gathered up our packs and we ran out into the night. It was starting to snow again but I was willing to put up with it for this last journey.
Rigby had come on his horse and Dex insisted that I would ride the horse back to give myself a rest from walking. My protest was weak and being the gentleman that Rigby was deep down inside, I was thrust up into the saddle. I held tight to the saddle horn, my eyes scanning the dark forest for anything unusual. I could never fully believe that the beast was gone for good.
While I rode, Dex and Rigby walked in front of me, leading the way. Dex explained everything from the moment that Rigby and Christina had left us. Rigby just kind of nodded, not saying much. I think he was in shock from the whole thing, not only finding out that at least one but possibly all of the llamas, his livelihood was gone, but that his hunting partner was gone too. I didn’t know how close Rigby was to Mitch or if he knew what kind of person Mitch truly was, but he didn’t show any emotion. Just a faint, “oh,” after Dex told him I found his severed arm.
It was interesting though how Rigby almost had to argue with Dex over what the creature looked like. He was adamant that the beast had red eyes, though I knew for a fact they were eerie pools of black. He also thought the head would be rounder, that the fur would be darker. I guess that’s how urban legends got started in the first place. One person sees only what they want to see, not what’s really there. To Rigby, red eyes were the most frightening thing to see in the woods, but it wasn’t necessarily the reality.
When we could see the lights of Rigby’s house through the trees, he stopped and pulled back at the horse. He eyed both of us seriously.
“The reason I came out to the cabin…,” he said, his voice low. His eyes darted to the house lights and back. “I came because I found out what Christina had done.”
Christina?
He lowered his head a little, as if in shame, and continued, “This morning she had gone out for a ride. I was looking for a ledger in her room and I came across a bag. Inside were two transmitter circuits. From the walkie talkies she gave you.”
I breathed out slowly.
“I questioned her about it. She broke down in tears…said that she took them out because she didn’t want you to reach us. She thought that it would make the whole thing scarier if you felt on your own. I couldn’t believe it, ya know?”
He rubbed at his face and I could see the strain on his brow. I would have felt sorry for him but at that moment, all I could think about was how God damn angry I was that Christina had done that. We could have all been saved if it weren’t for that!
“Why?” I asked, trying to keep my emotions under control. “Why would she do that?”
“She thought that if you made a really scary show, then people would come here. That the business would get going again. Stupid, stupid girl…she even thought it would make for a better movie if the motion detector lights didn’t work. When we were in the woods that time, she went on the roof and covered up the solar panels. She didn’t think she put you into any danger, but she’s going to find out the hard way exactly what she did. She put…” he closed his eyes and struggled for words, “she’s going to have to live with what happened. And so will I.”
I looked over at Dex. His hands had balled into fists and he was biting his lower lip hard. I wasn’t the only one who was livid.
“We’re going to have to bring the police into this,” Dex said in a flinty voice. “She may have not meant for any of this to happen. But we almost died out there and we were the lucky ones. You don’t f*ck with people’s lives like that.”
Rigby looked up at him, tears glistening in his eyes. “I know. I’m so sorry for what she did. I know she will be too.”
“Sorry doesn’t even do anything in this case,” I said to myself. He looked up at me and gave me a short nod.
“I know Miss Perry. I know.”
I sighed and Rigby began leading us back to the house, to the lights, to a nightmare that didn’t seem to end.